Midnite Vultures | Beck | 1999 | DGC | #307
You know how the boomers got their lot in life then pulled the ladder up, so as to onset a process whereby – at their mercy – we chronically have a large, lumpish implement unceasingly thrust into our powerless, destitute anuses (already cramped from the abundance of other such pears of anguish from the various mechanisms of capitalism)? Well, imagine the torture our anuses must feel in this metaphor.
That’s how my soul feels when I listen to Beck.