MILK
Beck Lyrics


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Don't take your red ribbons off
You're about to make a fool of yourself
In the aluminum sunset
Drinking from a drain
I'm a hundred miles behind myself

Milk and honey
Pouring down like money
Make a poor boy want to run
Milk and honey
Do you want to love me
Under the aluminum sun

Did you hear those war torn stories
Where the lifeguards slept in the streets
In the jungle lands
With the cold cola cans
You'll get the keys to the city for free

Milk and honey
Pouring down like money
Bring a poor boy to his knees
Milk and honey
No it isn't funny
Living in a garden of sleaze

Bangkok athletes in the biosphere
Arkansas wet dreams
We all disappear
Kremlin mistress
Rings the Buddha chimes
She slips me ruffles
Receding hairlines

She's all right, touching my body
She's all right, on my computer




She's all right, selling me watches
She's all right, ring on my finger

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Beck's "Milk" can be interpreted in many ways. The opening lines, "Don't take your red ribbons off / You're about to make a fool of yourself / In the aluminum sunset / Drinking from a drain / I'm a hundred miles behind myself," suggest a disorienting sense of unreality. The ribbons could represent a transformative mask that the singer's partner is wearing, or it could be a warning not to let one's guard down in an unfamiliar place. The image of drinking from a drain is a vivid example of the degradation that can come with being out of one's element, while the final line of the verse underscores the singer's sense of disconnection from himself.


The chorus, "Milk and honey / Pouring down like money / Make a poor boy want to run / Milk and honey / Do you want to love me / Under the aluminum sun," further emphasizes the theme of dislocation, with the seemingly luxurious image of milk and honey pouring down like money. The singer longs for someone to love him, but his desire is complicated by the sense that this love might be just another commodity in a world where even basic necessities are scarce. The aluminum sun could be a metaphor for the dehumanizing aspects of modern life, while the idea of wanting to run suggests a desire for escape.


The second verse, "Did you hear those war-torn stories / Where the lifeguards slept in the streets / In the jungle lands / With the cold cola cans / You'll get the keys to the city for free," introduces a new layer of meaning. The lifeguards sleeping in the streets suggest a world where even those who are supposed to protect and serve are at the mercy of the chaos around them. The image of cold cola cans is a powerful reminder of how, in the midst of hardship, even the smallest pleasures can take on outsized importance. The final line, "You'll get the keys to the city for free," could be interpreted as a commentary on the way that those who thrive in difficult circumstances can be rewarded with power and status.


Overall, "Milk" is a complex and multilayered song that invites multiple interpretations. Through striking images and vivid language, the lyrics evoke a sense of dislocation, disorientation, and disillusionment.


Line by Line Meaning

Don't take your red ribbons off
Don't let go of your identity or source of pride.


You're about to make a fool of yourself
You're on the verge of doing something foolish.


In the aluminum sunset
During the last light of the day when everything appears silver-like.


Drinking from a drain
Engaging in something unpleasant, possibly even harmful.


I'm a hundred miles behind myself
I feel disconnected from and unsure of myself.


Milk and honey, pouring down like money
Good things seem to be coming very easily or often.


Make a poor boy want to run
Having a lot can make others feel inferior and want to escape.


Do you want to love me under the aluminum sun
Do you want to be with me during the end of the day, in a surreal setting?


Did you hear those war-torn stories where the lifeguards slept in the streets
Have you heard stories that sound unbelievable or unlikely to have occurred?


In the jungle lands with the cold cola cans
Somewhere hot and isolated with only refreshing drinks for relief.


You'll get the keys to the city for free
Great things are possible with little effort or cost.


Bring a poor boy to his knees
Experiencing something truly incredible can bring an individual to a position of great appreciation and gratitude.


No it isn't funny living in a garden of sleaze
Living in a place with low morals or seedy behavior isn't amusing or enjoyable.


Bangkok athletes in the biosphere
In this surreal place, those with physical prowess are the norm.


Arkansas wet dreams, we all disappear
Ambitions that can never be realized and eventual mortality.


Kremlin mistress rings the Buddha chimes
The paradoxical combination of two cultures or ideologies.


She slips me ruffles receding hairlines
Perhaps a metaphorical representation of someone that is appealing even with imperfections.


She's all right, touching my body
Being physically intimate with someone.


She's all right, on my computer
Interacting with someone through technology instead of in person.


She's all right selling me watches
Being charmed or influenced by someone that is selling something.


She's all right, ring on my finger
Committing to someone and wearing a symbol of that commitment.




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

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@primeracalledelasoledad8439

Don't take your red ribbons off
You're about to make a fool of yourself
In the aluminum sunset
Drinking from a drain
I'm a hundred miles behind myself
Milk and honey
Pouring down like money
Make a poor boy want to run
Milk and honey
Do you want to love me
Under the aluminum sun
Did you hear those war torn stories
Where the lifeguards slept in the streets
In the jungle lands
With the cold cola cans
You'll get the keys to the city for free
Milk and honey
Pouring down like money
Bring a poor boy to his knees
Milk and honey
No it isn't funny
Living in a garden of sleaze
Bangkok athletes in the biosphere
Arkansas wet dreams
We all disappear
Kremlin mistress
Rings the Buddha chimes
She slips me ruffles
Receding hairlines
She's all right, touching my body
She's all right, on my computer
She's all right, selling me watches
She's all right, ring on my finger



All comments from YouTube:

@ao7616

One of my top albums ever....

@zacharycrowe8051

Beck's so great he's a nut , freekin musical genius.

@avjake

Love this crazy jam. But the beautiful acoustic playout always gets me right in the feels.

@AuditoryOdditor

This is one of my favorite tracks of his, especially the end section of the song.

@christophejergales7852

That end section is almost haunting. So epic

@George_Spigott

That's Johnny Marr on electric guitar at the outro

@henryemrich7209

"Midnite Vultures" is my favorite Beck album - hands down.

For some reason, listening to this album brings back memories of one of the few genuinely, unambiguously good times in my life: going to the only Thai restaurant in the town where I lived at the time (which has subsequently closed down)....meeting the woman to whom I have been married just short of 20 years....just unambiguously good memories associated with that whole album.

Don't get me wrong: everything Beck does kicks ass...but there's just something genuinely charming about "Midnite Vultures" - the whole album is just....it just sizzles (if that makes any sense).

@cousinted

This song sounds like Pre-Ziggy Stardust era Bowie got electrocuted in a cheap southwestern motel and turned into a musical-themed superhero

@DTD110865

Pretty cool assessment, but I've heard more people compare it to Grandmaster Flash, or someone like that.

@bethdrivas

Exactly

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