1, 2, 3, 4
00:15
I'm a seasick sailor
00:17
On a ship of noise
00:19
I got my maps all backwards
00:21
And my instincts poisoned
00:24
In a truth blown gutter
00:25
Full of wasted years
00:27
Like blown-out speakers
00:29
Ringin' in my ears
00:32
Oh it's nausea, oh nausea
00:33
And we're gone
00:37
It's nausea, oh nausea
00:41
And we're gone
00:46
Now I'm a straight-line walker
00:50
In a black-out room
00:53
I push a shopping cart over
00:55
In an Aztec ruin
00:57
With my minion fingers
00:59
Working for some God
01:01
Who could see his own reflection
01:03
In a parking lot
01:05
Oh it's nausea, oh nausea
01:07
And we're gone
01:11
No it's nausea, oh nausea
01:16
And we're gone
01:20
Now I'm a priest teenager
01:58
On a tower of dust
02:00
I'm a dead generator
02:02
In a cloud of exhaust
02:03
I eat alone in the desert
02:06
With skulls for my pets
02:08
I rate the days, one to ten
02:10
With lead cigarettes
02:11
It's nausea, oh nausea
02:13
And we're gone
02:17
It's nausea, oh nausea
02:21
And we're gone
02:26
02:28
Lyrics & Translation
Dive into the English language with Beck's 'Nausea,' a song that uses vivid and surreal imagery to paint a picture of modern disorientation. The lyrics offer a fantastic opportunity to explore descriptive language and metaphors, while the driving, energetic rhythm makes it a captivating listen. Discover how Beck combines seemingly disparate ideas to create a powerful and memorable message.
[English]
1, 2, 3, 4I'm a seasick sailor
On a ship of noise
I got my maps all backwards
And my instincts poisoned
In a truth blown gutter
Full of wasted years
Like blown-out speakers
Ringin' in my ears
Oh it's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone
It's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone
Now I'm a straight-line walker
In a black-out room
I push a shopping cart over
In an Aztec ruin
With my minion fingers
Working for some God
Who could see his own reflection
In a parking lot
Oh it's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone
No it's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone
Now I'm a priest teenager
On a tower of dust
I'm a dead generator
In a cloud of exhaust
I eat alone in the desert
With skulls for my pets
I rate the days, one to ten
With lead cigarettes
It's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone
It's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone
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