USA, 1996, alternative rock
Beck – Odelay: I finally figured out what “odelay” is. Odelay is that feeling when you’ve written your will on the only piece of paper you could find, which happened to be a three-dollar bill, you try to do the hot-dog dance with a paper bag on your head, but all you can think about is having one last cigarette, but you don’t how you’re going to hold it when you’ve only got one finger and it’s pointing at the noose hanging over the door, a hemp knot beckoning you to fallow fields where your bankrupt corpse will be laid, but then you’re not sure if you can trust that promise when, with your last dying moment of consciousness, you hear a donkey braying outside your window.
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