Spirits
Beck Lyrics


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Walkin' back to the burnin' schoolhouse
And the kids drinkin' in the park
Late at night and the spirit moves me
And I don't mind bein' afraid
Old man with no clothes
Leanin' on my fence
Tell me where the money goes
And the food don't taste the same
I'm gettin' fast at being the last
To know I don't need to waste no time
You can call me once a week
Tell me where I been
Phony lady layin' flat on the road
And the helicopter goin' by
And I'm down to the sound
Of the sky turned brown
And I'm lovin' everything you say
I don't think it's funny
When you shave both of my arms
Lately I been spittin' out things
That I didn't mean to say




But that's alright, now
You don't listen to me anyway

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "The Spirit Moves Me" by Beck paint a surreal picture of night-time wanderings and strange encounters, all set to a groovy beat. The opening line, "Walkin' back to the burnin' schoolhouse" sets the tone for the song's dreamlike quality. Beck then goes on to describe seeing "kids drinkin' in the park" and feeling the "spirit" move him. The lyrics evoke a sense of restlessness and uneasiness, with the singer not minding being afraid.


The scene then shifts to a strange encounter with an old man with no clothes, who is leaning on the singer's fence. The old man asks the singer where the money goes and complains that the food doesn't taste the same. The lyrics suggest a sense of disconnection and dissatisfaction with the world, as well as a search for deeper meaning.


The song then takes another surreal turn, with mentions of a "phony lady" lying flat on the road and a helicopter flying by. The sky turns brown and the singer is "down to the sound," seemingly lost in the moment. The lyrics continue to flow with strange imagery, culminating in a confession that the singer has been "spittin' out things that I didn't mean to say." Despite this, the singer seems resigned to being ignored, declaring "You don't listen to me anyway."


Line by Line Meaning

Walkin' back to the burnin' schoolhouse
I'm retracing my steps back to a place of destruction and chaos


And the kids drinkin' in the park
I see young people engaging in reckless behavior and substance abuse in a public space


Late at night and the spirit moves me
In the wee hours of the night, I am suddenly struck with an urge to act on impulse


And I don't mind bein' afraid
I am not bothered by my fears and insecurities


Old man with no clothes Leanin' on my fence Tell me where the money goes And the food don't taste the same
An elderly man, in a state of undress, leans on my fence and laments the state of the economy and the poor quality of food


I'm gettin' fast at being the last To know I don't need to waste no time
I am becoming accustomed to being the last to know things and am learning not to dwell on it


You can call me once a week Tell me where I been
You can update me on my own movements, as I am unaware of where I have been or what I have done


Phony lady layin' flat on the road And the helicopter goin' by And I'm down to the sound Of the sky turned brown And I'm lovin' everything you say
I witness a fake woman lying motionless on the pavement as a helicopter passes overhead, and I am enraptured by the sound of the discolored sky, as well as your every word


I don't think it's funny When you shave both of my arms
I don't find it amusing when you forcibly remove the hair from both of my forearms


Lately I been spittin' out things That I didn't mean to say But that's alright, now You don't listen to me anyway
I have been unintentionally speaking out of turn lately, but it doesn't matter since you never pay attention to me anyway




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

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Skelet3n

Beautiful. That acoustic playing is so awesome. He's always sung my life back to me it seems. I have never heard this stuff before. When I think I have it all, this stuff shows up. Thanks so much!

Matias Rivera

So many thanks. Beautiful and deliciously hopeless. Beck is by far one of the geniuses of the 90s

Mattastic Mattattack

And throughout the years , even today, no one can touch Beks body of work , or even match his unique constant changing style

Jason Billard

This is great. Finding treasure is awesome. I fear the day gems stop showing up.

Abu_cassy

amazing, thank you for the recording

BakaSurvivor2102

Bag, this song is swell.

Matias Rivera

Where can you get these recordings?

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John Smith

Thanks!

Rob Crystals

It sucks so much that his lost his spirit since sea change. This is so great.

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