The New Pollution
Beck Lyrics
She's got cigarette on each arm
She's got the lily-white cavity crazes
She's got a carburetor tied to the moon
Pink eyes looking to the food of the ages
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
She's got a hand on a wheel of pain
She can talk to the mangling strangers
Throwing troubles to the dying embers
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
She's got a paradise camouflage
Like a whip-crack sending me shivers
She's a boat through a strip-mine ocean
Riding low on the drunken rivers
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
Lyrics Β© Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: BECK HANSEN, JOHN ROBERT KING, MICHAEL S. SIMPSON
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The New Pollution is a single by Beck, taken from his album Odelay. The song is currently listed at #3000 on acclaimedmusic.net's "All Time Top 3000 Songs".
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Steve Gant
I think Beck took a time machine from the sixties and arrived in 1996! Those dance moves @ 2:50 are groovy!!!!
She's got a cigarette on each arm
She's got the lily-white cavity crazes
She's got a carburetor tied to the moon
Pink eyes looking to the food of the ages
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
She's got a hand on a wheel of pain
She can talk to the mangling strangers
She can sleep in a fiery bog
Throwing troubles to the dying embers
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
She's got a paradise camouflage
Like a whip-crack sending me shivers
She's the boat in a strip mine ocean
Riding low on the drunken rivers
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
William
She's got cigarette on each arm
She's got the lily-white cavity crazes
She's got a carburetor tied to the moon
Pink eyes looking to the food of the ages
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
She's got a hand on a wheel of pain
She can talk to the mangling strangers
She can sleep in a fiery bog
Throwing troubles to the dying embers
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
She's got a paradise camouflage
Like a whip-crack sending me shivers
She's a boat through a strip-mine ocean
Riding low on the drunken rivers
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
Jacob Egan
I remember getting this album for my 12th birthday. my two best friends did extra chores for the week to split the cost of probably a 7.99 cd back then but its was a gift I still appreciate and think about every time I hear beck. magical album and perhaps the best songwriter in the last 30 years
k windsock
It's good
Linda
A timeless, musical genius.
London Loves
This video has aged really well. Over 20 years old yet still so fresh - itβs great.
neil mick
@Done OwN Listen to the lyrics.
Ryan Jung
Love thatlove that move at about 3:47
Done OwN
yeah , sure , but what's this pollution s%$#@!
Prakash Bhavar
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MerkinMuffly
Sax reminds me of Gerry Rafferty's Bakers St, awesome.