Whiskeyclone, Hotel City 1997

Beck · Other Songs - Beck

(One more time..)

I was born in this hotel

Washing' dishes in the sink

Magazines and free soda

Trying hard not to think

Lay it on to the dawn

Everything we done is wrong

I'll be lonesome when I'm gone

Lay it on to the dawn

She can talk to squirrels...oh, ho yeah

Coming' back from the convalescent home

...Oh...

Staring' at sports cars ... crying'

Rattlesnake on the ceiling'

Gunpowder on my sleeve

I will live here forever

With the ocean and the bees

Lay it on to the dawn

Everything we done is wrong

I'll be lonesome when I'm gone

Lay it on to the dawn

Lay it on to the dawn

Whiskeyclone, Hotel City 1997

Beck's "Whiskeyclone, Hotel City 1997" captures the eclectic spirit that defines his expansive discography. Emerging from a period where the artist frequently experimented with genre-bending arrangements, the track reflects his signature ability to blend alternative rock with introspective storytelling. While not tied to a specific major studio album in standard catalogues, the song stands as a distinct recording within his broader body of work. It showcases the nuanced production and lyrical depth that have made him a staple of modern alternative music. Listeners familiar with his celebrated albums will recognize the familiar textures and rhythmic complexity that characterize his unique sonic landscape.