Cold Brain
Beck Lyrics


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Cold brains,
Unmoved,
Untouched,
Unglued
Alone at last
No thoughts,
No mind
To rot
Behind
A trail of disaster

A final curse
Abandoned hearse
We ride disowned
Corroded to the bone

The fields of green
Are bent, obscene
I lay upon the gravel
A worm of hope
A hangman's rope
Pulls me one way or the other

A final curse
Abandoned hearse
We write this song
Corroded to the bone

A bird of song
Is heard no longer
In the evacuated heavens
The drain is drawn
And drained and gone
And on and on, it doesn't matter

A final the curse
Abandoned hearse




We write this song
Corroded to the bone

Overall Meaning

In "Cold Brain," Beck explores themes of isolation, despair, and hopelessness. The song describes a person who is alone and has no thoughts or mind to keep them company. The line "a trail of disaster" suggests that this person has left a path of destruction behind them. The chorus repeats the lines "a final curse, abandoned hearse" four times, adding to the feeling of finality and despair.


The imagery in the song is bleak and unsettling. The "fields of green" are "bent, obscene," and the singer lies "upon the gravel." The reference to a "worm of hope" suggests that even though the singer may feel hopeless, there is still a glimmer of optimism. But the line "a hangman's rope/pulls me one way or the other" implies that this hope is fleeting and may not be enough to pull them out of their despair.


Overall, "Cold Brain" is a haunting and introspective song that delves into the darker corners of the human psyche.


Line by Line Meaning

Cold brains,
My mind is empty and unfeeling


Unmoved,
I am unaffected by the world around me


Untouched,
I am unscarred and unblemished


Unglued
I am disconnected from reality


Alone at last
I am finally by myself, but still empty


No thoughts,
I am devoid of any ideas or emotions


No mind
My brain is essentially dead and useless


To rot
Without purpose or life, I am simply decaying


Behind
I left a path of destruction in my wake


A trail of disaster
The destruction I left behind is all that remains of me


A final curse
My fate is sealed and cursed


Abandoned hearse
The vehicle of my final journey has been abandoned


We ride disowned
I am alone in death


Corroded to the bone
Even my very essence has been deteriorated


The fields of green
Even nature has been corrupted and tainted


Are bent, obscene
The beauty of nature has been twisted and perverted


I lay upon the gravel
I am reduced to a mere object on the ground


A worm of hope
I cling to a sliver of hope, despite my bleak situation


A hangman's rope
My fate is ultimately the same as a criminal's


Pulls me one way or the other
I am torn between life and death, hanging by a thread


We write this song
This is my final expression of myself and my thoughts


A bird of song
Even the beauty of music and sound has been taken away


Is heard no longer
Silence is all that remains


In the evacuated heavens
Even the skies have been emptied of life and joy


The drain is drawn
The end is near, and there is nothing left


And drained and gone
I have completely dissipated and disappeared


And on and on, it doesn't matter
My existence and my end are meaningless and insignificant


A final curse
I am doomed to this wretched fate


Abandoned hearse
I am left to be taken away in an empty carriage


Corroded to the bone
I am a mere shell of my former self, completely ruined




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Beck Hansen

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

Roiy Benkel

Cold brains,
Unmoved,
Untouched,
Unglued
Alone at last
No thoughts,
No mind
To rot
Behind
A trail of disasters
A final the curse
Abandoned hearse
We ride disowned
Corroded to the bone
The fields of green
Are bent, obscene
I lay upon the gravel
A worm of hope
A hangman's rope
Pulls me one way or the other
A final curse
Abandoned hearse
We write this song
Corroded to the bone
A bird of song
Is heard no longer
In the evacuated heavens
The drain is drawn
And drained and gone
And on and on, it doesn't matter
A final the curse
Abandoned hearse
We rock the salt
Corroded to the bone



Hastin Nuraini

My argument was strong to begin with
I feel that it was worth and as an objective manner
I ought to be welcomed and take care of myself
With reality in the existential sense

The point I make am so eye-opening and some absolute value
Understandable to me
More orientation with the changes
Development that ranges across of my life stages



All comments from YouTube:

Josh Link

I listen to this album over and over and over and it NEVER gets old.

JohnEdward Kerr

It's amazing, but ten years after listening to it the last time I still know all the lyrics!

Maximus prime

I may be 11 but I love this song

youtubesucks1111

@Maximus prime That's amazing. I wish I knew about beck when I was 11.

Maximus prime

Thank you

Jake

SO good. When he goes "a final curse... abandoned hearse.." and all those instruments kick in, damn. A hangman's rope. All the imagery in here.

Roiy Benkel

Cold brains,
Unmoved,
Untouched,
Unglued
Alone at last
No thoughts,
No mind
To rot
Behind
A trail of disasters
A final the curse
Abandoned hearse
We ride disowned
Corroded to the bone
The fields of green
Are bent, obscene
I lay upon the gravel
A worm of hope
A hangman's rope
Pulls me one way or the other
A final curse
Abandoned hearse
We write this song
Corroded to the bone
A bird of song
Is heard no longer
In the evacuated heavens
The drain is drawn
And drained and gone
And on and on, it doesn't matter
A final the curse
Abandoned hearse
We rock the salt
Corroded to the bone

Andrew Ortiz

This would be awesome as an “end of the movie” song that starts right before the credits roll.

Moo

Or the Beginning of a really good movie.

Maximus prime

This song is so underrated

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