Elevator Music
Beck Lyrics


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One, two, you know what to do!

Alright...

I'm uptight stupid, get it out of the flame.
I shake a leg on the ground like an epileptic battery man.
I'm making my move, lettin' loose like a belt.
Little worse for wear, but I'm wearing it well.
Tell me what's wrong with a little grind and bump
When the stereos erupt with a kick-drum punch?
Once you do it once, probably do it again and again.
You did it before, but you're more erratic then them.
And you had a rough night, and the vibe's just begun.
Let a little bit of this, the past week is done.
Don't let it hold you back, but you're already set.
No dead flowers gonna grow till the dirt gets wet.

Put the elevator music on.
Pull me back where I belong.
The ambulance sings along.
The fly on the wall
Doesn't know what's wrong.
If I could forget myself,
Find another lie to tell.
If I had a soul to sell,
I'd buy some time
To talk to my brain cells.

Gut bucket and a bottle of pains.
It's like the schoolhouse lights will never turn on again.
Till the bottom wears off of these high-heeled boots.
The bodies all move, some backbone roots.
Everybody workin' hard till the yard's all clean.
The dishes wash good in the washin' machine.
Now you brush your teeth and you comb back your hair.
You drive your vehicle like you just didn't care.
You're walkin' to work with the boys and the girls.
And you're doin' it to death, cause it's the end of the world.
Now everybody's sweatin', forgettin' what's on their minds.
With your hand like a mirror, you can see what's inside.
When you're down and out, poundin' and there's nothing that's real.
It's like a plastic heart, too amputated to feel.

I got a soda can bible song, paranoid Jumbotron.
The lord took the weekend off.
The fly on the wall doesn't know what's wrong.
If I could forget myself, find another lie to tell.
The bottom of an oil well, cell phone's ringing
To talk to my brain cells.

Come on! What!?
All the dudes with banjos.
Chicks with the wigs.
Animals with bananas.
Got my hand like a mirror.

Ah na na na na, na na na,
Na na na, na na na na!





Ah na na na na, na na na,
Na na na...

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Beck's song 'Elevator Music' address themes of social anxiety, identity, and coping mechanisms. The opening lines, "One, two, you know what to do" set the tone for the singer's self-consciousness, but also their urgency to act despite it. The singer describes feeling "uptight stupid" and using physical movement as a coping mechanism, likening themselves to an "epileptic battery man." They are self-aware of their precarious emotional state, but still assert some sense of control: "I'm making my move, lettin' loose like a belt."


As the song progresses, the singer describes a scenario of partying and socializing that could be interpreted as a way of trying to escape or transcend their anxieties. There's an emphasis on the physicality of the situation, with lyrics about "grind and bump" and "kick-drum punch." The singer seems to be exhorting themselves, and perhaps the listener, to embrace this moment of release: "Once you do it once, probably do it again and again." There's also a playfulness in the way they describe the scene, with references to dishwashing machines and driving without care.


The chorus, "Put the elevator music on / Pull me back where I belong" echoes this sense of needing to ground oneself in familiar surroundings, while also reaching for something beyond. The last verse takes a slightly darker turn, mentioning a "soda can bible" and a "paranoid Jumbotron," suggesting a feeling of being trapped or scrutinized. The repeated refrain of "If I could forget myself, find another lie to tell" represents the singer's struggle with identity and self-perception. The final lines, "Ah na na na na, na na na, / Na na na, na na na na!" feel like a kind of cathartic release, an affirmation of the power of music to transcend words.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm uptight stupid, get it out of the flame.
I'm feeling anxious and dumb, need to calm myself down.


I shake a leg on the ground like an epileptic battery man.
I dance wildly and erratically.


I'm making my move, lettin' loose like a belt.
I'm taking action and being free.


Little worse for wear, but I'm wearing it well.
I'm a bit beat up, but I'm carrying myself well.


Tell me what's wrong with a little grind and bump When the stereos erupt with a kick-drum punch?
What's the harm in dancing hard when the music is good?


Once you do it once, probably do it again and again.
If you enjoy something, you'll probably keep doing it.


You did it before, but you're more erratic than them.
I've danced like this before, but I'm doing it even wilder this time around.


And you had a rough night, and the vibe's just begun.
I had a tough time before, but the night is still young and there's fun to be had.


Let a little bit of this, the past week is done.
I'm going to enjoy some music now and put the past week behind me.


Don't let it hold you back, but you're already set.
Don't let anything stop you, but you're already on your path.


No dead flowers gonna grow till the dirt gets wet.
You can't make anything happen until you start taking action.


Put the elevator music on.
Play something chill and relaxing.


Pull me back where I belong.
Help me feel like I'm in my comfort zone.


The ambulance sings along.
Even the ambulance sirens are keeping beat with the rhythm.


The fly on the wall Doesn't know what's wrong.
People looking in from the outside don't know what's going on.


If I could forget myself, Find another lie to tell.
If I could forget who I am, I'd tell myself a new story.


If I had a soul to sell, I'd buy some time To talk to my brain cells.
If I could sell my soul, I'd use that time to focus on my thoughts.


Gut bucket and a bottle of pains.
I have simple pleasures, like cheap alcohol.


It's like the schoolhouse lights will never turn on again.
It feels like life will never go back to normal.


Till the bottom wears off of these high-heeled boots.
Until I can't dance anymore, I'll keep going.


The bodies all move, some backbone roots.
We're all dancing and moving, with some people leading the way.


Everybody workin' hard till the yard's all clean.
We're working hard to earn our fun.


The dishes wash good in the washin' machine.
Cleaning up is easy with modern technology.


Now you brush your teeth and you comb back your hair.
Now that the hard work is done, we can take care of ourselves.


You drive your vehicle like you just didn't care.
You drive freely and confidently.


You're walkin' to work with the boys and the girls.
You're enjoying the company of others on your way to work.


And you're doin' it to death, cause it's the end of the world.
We're living our lives to the fullest, as if the end is near.


Now everybody's sweatin', forgettin' what's on their minds.
Everybody is dancing and enjoying themselves, not thinking about their problems.


With your hand like a mirror, you can see what's inside.
When you hold your hand up, you can see yourself clearly.


When you're down and out, poundin' and there's nothing that's real.
When you're feeling low and nothing feels genuine.


It's like a plastic heart, too amputated to feel.
Your heart feels cold and disconnected.


I got a soda can bible song, paranoid Jumbotron.
I have strange things on my mind, like a song about a soda can bible and a suspicious Jumbotron.


The lord took the weekend off.
Sometimes it feels like no one is watching over us.


All the dudes with banjos.
Everyone is having fun, regardless of what they're doing.


Chicks with the wigs.
There's no limit to the ways people are expressing themselves.


Animals with bananas.
Even animals are enjoying the festivities with their own kind of fun.


Got my hand like a mirror.
Still holding my hand up, trying to see myself clearly.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: BECK HANSEN

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