Beck - Odelay tab

Artist : BECK
Album  : Odelay
Added by Mikhailo (tabteam@ultimate-guitar.com)
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transcribed by MaxxDaddy

1. Devil's Haircut
2. Hotwax
3. Lord Only Knows
5. Derelict
6. Novocane
7. Jackass
8. Where It's At
9. Minus
10. Sissyneck
11. Readymade
12. High Five(Rock the Catskills)
13. Ramshackle
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(Guitar lowered 1/2 step)
1. Devil's Haircut:

E  E A D

Something's wrong 'cause my mind is fading
And everywhere I look there's a dead end waiting
Temperature's dropping at the rotten oasis
Stealing kisses from the leperous faces

Heads are hanging from the garbage man trees
Mouthwash jukebox gasoline
Pistols are pointing at a poor man's pockets
Smiling eyes ripping out of his sockets

Got a devil's haircut in my mind 
Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Got a devil's haircut in my mind 
Got a devil's haircut in my mind 

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Love machines on the sympathy crutches Discount orgies on the dropout buses Hitching a ride with the bleeding noses Coming to town with the brief case blues Got a devil's haircut in my mind Got a devil's haircut in my mind Got a devil's haircut in my mind Got a devil's haircut in my mind Something's wrong 'cause my mind is fading Ghetto-blasting disintegrating Rock and roll, know what I'm saying And everywhere I look there's a devil waiting Got a devil's haircut in my mind Got a devil's haircut in my mind Got a devil's haircut in my mind Got a devil's haircut in my mind Devil's haircut! In my mind! Devil's haircut! In my mind! Devil's haircut! In my mind! +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 2. Hotwax:
(Guitar lowered 1/2 step)open D w/slide intro(4X):D-------------------------A-----0---0-----0-----0---F#----0---0-----0-2/3-0---D---------0-------------0-A--0--2/3-----------------D-------------0-----------
Verse (2X)D-----12~-----10----12~-A-----------------------F#-/12-----/10---/12----D-----------------------A-----------------------D-----------------------
(as written for clavinette): (4x)D-----------------------A-----------------------F#----------------------D-------5(6)----------3-A---5-5-------3-0-3-0---D-----------------------
(distortion for this one)D------12----10~-A----------------F#-/12----10-----D----------------A----------------D----------------
(4X)D-------------------------A---/12--/12--------------F#--/12--/12---11---------D------------12--12-10-12-A-------------------------D-------------------------
(chorus)(4X)D---------------------------0-A----------10-----10--------0-F#---------10-----8---------0-D----------10-----9---------0-A-5-8-9-10--------10--------0-D-------------9-9------0-0----
alternate to clavinette partD--------------------A--------------------F#-------------------D---7-6-5-3(4)-------A--------------5-3-5-D--------------------
It takes a backwash man to sing a backwash song Like a frying pan when the fire's gone Driving my pig while the bear's taking pictures in the grass In my radio smashed And I like pianos in the evening sun Dragging my heals 'til my day is done Saturday night in the Captain's clothes Tin horns blowing with my jury 'phros C G D Yo soy un disco cabrado* C G D Yo tengo chicle en cerabo I can't believe my way back when My Cadillac pants going much to fast Karaoke weekend at the suicide shack Community service and I'm still the mack Shocked my finger spicing my hand I been spreading disease all across the land Beautiful air-conditioned sitting in the kitchen Wishing I was living like a hit man Face down in the guarantees Jaundiced marshalls getting busy with ease Because I get down I get down I get down all the way Yo soy un disco cabrado* Yo tengo chicle en cerabo Sawdust songs of the plaid bartenders Western Unions of the country westerns Silver foxes looking for romance In the chain smoke Kansas flashdance ass pants And you got the hotwax residues You never lose in your razor blade shoes Stealing pesos out of my brain Hazard signs down the Alamo lanes Radar systems using the souls You never get caught with the wax so rotten All my days I got the grizzly words Hijacked flavors that I'm flipping like birds Yo soy un disco cabrado* Yo tengo chicle en cerabo girl: "who are you?" man: "I'm the enchanting wizard of rhythm." girl: "why did you come here?" man: "I came here to tell you about the rhythms of the universe...." *chorus translation: "I'm a broken record/I have bubblegum in my brain" +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 3. Lord Only Knows: (guitar standard pitch) E G [scream]Ahhhhhhhhhh!! [spoken in background:] "pull out the big one, too.....nice."
basic verse slide progression:E-----------------------------------B-------8~-----5~-------13~------8~-G#--6/8----8\5----11/13-----13\8----E-----------------------------------B-----------------------------------E-----------------------------------
C A You only got one finger left F C And it's pointing at the door And you're taking for granted What the Lord's laid on the floor So I'm picking up the pieces And I'm putting them up for sale Throw your meal ticket out the window Put your skeletons in jail
chorus slide progression:(2X)E-------------------------------------B-------6~-----6~-----8~-------11~----G#--4/6----4/6----6/8-----9/11---11\--E-------------------------------------B-------------------------------------E-------------------------------------
(2X)E---------------------------------------------------B--------13~-----5~-----8~-----5~----4~---3~-----8~-G#--11/13----13\5----6/8---8\5---5\4---4\3----3/8---E---------------------------------------------------B---------------------------------------------------E---------------------------------------------------
G C 'Cause Lord only knows it's getting late G C Your senses are gone so don't you hesitate F A C A To give yourself a call let your bottom dollars fall G# G C Throwing your two bit cares down the drain Invite me to the seven seas like some seasick man You will do whatever you please and I'll do whatever I can Titantic, fare thee well, my eyes are turning pink Don't call us when the new age gets old enough to drink 'Cause Lord only knows it's getting late Your senses are gone so don't you hesitate Move on up the hill there's nothing dead left to kill Throwing your two bit cares down the drain C (D#) A# G F
E-----------------------------------------B--------20~-------18~------15~-------16~-G#--18/20----16/18-----13/15-----14/16----E-----------------------------------------B-----------------------------------------E-----------------------------------------
Aurele, aurele, aurele, aurele* Aurele, aurele Just passing through Aurele, aurele, aurele, aurele
on acoustic:E-------------------------------------B----1-1---1---------1------1----------G#---1-1---1---------1------1----------E----1-1---1--1------1---1-3--3p1------B--1-----3------3-0h1---3----------3-1~-E-------------------------------------
repeat+fade:E-----------------------B---7-----7-----7-------G#--9(11)-9(11)-9(11)-7-E-----------------------B-----------------------E-----------------------CGoing back to HoustonDo the hotdog danceGoing back to HoustonTo get me some pants.....
*In the recent CMJ article, Beck says the original title of the song was "Aurele"(a Chicano exclamatory slang, which according to Beck is "somewhere between [the meaning's of] 'salut' or 'l'chaim' ") but the engineer heard the chorus wrong and wrote down "O-de-lay". In the end, Beck liked the way "Odelay" looked better. So, really, he is intending to say "Aurele". +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 4. The New Pollution:
bass line(repeated throughout):---------------------------2-2-----0--------0h2---2-
guitar w/distortion:---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------14\11~--14/16--14\11~--14/16-14~-14/16-14\11~-----------------------------------------------12\9~---12/14--12\9~---12/14-12~-12/14-12\9~-----------------------------------------------
F# She's got cigarette on each arm She's got the lily-white cavity crazes She's got a carborator 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 camoflauge 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 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 5. Derelict: C#-no guitar I dropped my anchor in the dead of night I packed my suitcase and threw it away I fell asleep in the funeral fire I gave my clothes to the police man Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air Shooting venom at the passers-by Hijackers tie the heavens down I put my eyes in a paper bag I'm spinning round like a gambling wheel Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air I dropped my anchor in the dead of night I packed my suitcase and threw it away I fell asleep in the funeral fire I gave my clothes to the police man Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 6. Novacane:
Intro: --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------7-\-6--------------7/9-\7---5------5/7-\5-4--2--------7/9-\7---5---------------------0----------------------------------------------------0---------------
----------------------------------------------------------7/9--9--9--9----7-9--9--7---7/9--9--9--9----7-9--9--7---5/7--7--7--7----5-7--7--5-----------------------------
(4X)2xclean then 2x distorted---------------------------------------------------------------------------1--4/6--1---6/8\6--1---4/6--1--------2--5/7--2---7/9\7--2---5/7--2---8\4----------------------------------9\5--------------------------------------
-------------------------13---------11--------9--------11--------10-----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Repeat intro, noisy distorted ending Keep on talking like a novacane hurricane Low static on the poor man's short-wave Stampede's got to dismantle Code-red: what's your handle Mission incredible undercover convoy Full-tilt chromosome cowboy X-ray search and destroy Smoke stack black top novacane boy Got so low your mom won't drum Getting late with the suicide beat Test-tube, still-born and dazed Chump scum plays in the razor's haze Got the momentum radioactive Lowdown! Circumsized for the operation Don't expect some generation Cyanide ride down the turnpike Hundred hours on the miracle mic Grinding the gears eighteen wheels Rigs and robots riding on their heels Fine tune road block making a sand box(?) Diesel infernos burning like drano Down the horizon purple gasses Semi-trucks hauling them asses Novacane, hit the road expressway Explode! Novacane! Novacane! +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 7. Jack-ass:
banjo accompaniment:D-----14-----14---14-----14----14--14---2---2--2-B---15-----15---15-----15----15--15----3--3--3---G-14-----14----------14----14---------2--2-------D------------------------------------------------G------------------------------------------------
A D/F# I been drifting along in the same stale shoes Loose ends tying the noose in the back of my mind If you thought that you were making your way To where the puzzles and pagans lay I'll put it together: It's a strange invitation When I wake up someone will sweep up my lazy bones And we will rise in the cool of the evening I remember the way that you smiled When the gravity shackles were wild And something is vacant when I think it's all beginning I been drifting along in the same stale shoes Loose ends tying the noose in the back of my mind If you thought that you were making your way To where the puzzles and pagans lay I'll put it together: It's a strange invitation
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--------------------------------14---8-8-8----8-8-8-7-5-3-5-7-------------6~------------------11----------------------------etc. (it's sort of an absurd solo)--------------------------------------------------------------
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Side B 8. Where It's At:
Keyboard part:||---------------------------------------------------||||----5---5--7-/8~-------------7h8-7--3-3--5-5~------||||----5---5--7-/9~-------------7h9-7--4-4--6-6~------||||------5-----------5--2-4-----------------------2-4-||||-0------------------------0------------------------||||---------------------------------------------------||
Guitar (after 2 measures):||----------------------------------------------||||----------------------------------------------||||-----------------------------------------0----||||--------0-2-5~--------0-0-------------0h2-----||||-0--0-3--------7\5--3-----3-0----0-0-------0--||||----------------------------------------------||
Chorus:||-0--0--------------------||||-0--0--------2--2--0-----||||-1--1-----1--2--2--0h1---||||-2--2-----2--2--2------2-||||-2--2-----2--------------||||-0--0-----0--------------||
A There's a destination a little up the road From the habitations and the towns we know A place we saw the lights turn low With the jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts Two turntables and a microphone Bottles and cans just clap your hands just clap your hands E Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at! [robot vocal effect] I got two turntables and a microphone take me home in my elevator bones! A Pick yourself up off the side of the road With your elevator bones and your whip-flash tones Members only hyponotizers move through the womb like ambulance drivers Shine your shoes with your microphone blues Here-suits with your parachute fruits Passing the dutchie from coast to coast Let the man get loose while I rock the most E Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone Horn break: G E G E Man[spoken]: "What about those who swing both ways: AC-DC's? A Two turntables and a microphone Two turntables and a microphone Two turntables and a microphone Two turntables and a microphone Two turntables and a microphone Two turntables and a microphone Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone Oh, dear me. Make Out City is a two-horse town girl[spoken]: "That's beautiful, Dad." (Get my microphone....) A There's a destination a little up the road From the habitations and the towns we know A place we saw the lights turn low With the jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts Two turntables and a microphone Bottles and cans just clap your hands just clap your hands E Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone A I got plastic on my mind Telephone plastic baby 9. Minus:
bass:||--------------------------||||-----2-0--------2-0-------||||---------2----------2---2-||||-0-0-------4-4-4------4---||
guitar(distorted) E G# E G# E G# E G# (bass over verse) The last survivor of a boiled crown Another casualty with the casual frown The janitor vandals they bark in your face Juveniles with the piles and paste Chorus:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------/11--11--11--11\------9---9--9--9----15--15--15--15---------------------------------------------------------/9---9---9---9\-------7---7--7--7----13--13--13--13-------------------------------------------------------
F# It's a sensation A bankrupt corpse E In the garbage classes A# With the crutches of frogs(?) Don't be confused when the fuse is up And you're taking a leak into your brother's cup When the cup is filled you can run and be killed In the billion miles of the muscles that build Radiation Feeling the force Karaoke Vomiting morons
"solo"||---------------||||---------------||||-/13-13-13-13\-||||---------------||||-/11-11-11-11\-||||---------------||
halftime:-----------------------------------------------------7----------------------------------------------------------------------------------6---------------------------3---3--------2-------7---------------5----1-----5---5---1~---2---2---/7-----12-/14\2~---------------------------------------------------
The scalps of zero hair on the call(?) Rubbing in a blind man's running mall(???) With the canker sores and the robot pills Throwing imbeciles on the window sills It's a sensation A bankrupt corpse In the garbage classes With the crutches of frogs(?)
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Frogs! Frogs! Frogs!(?) C D C D C D E 10. Sissyneck:
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(since I don't happen to own a pedal steel guitar, I play this song with slide on a clean electric)
verse riff:||E------------------||||B------------------||||G#-----------------||||E-0-0--5--3h4------||||B-0-0--5------5-0--||||E-0-0--------------||
chorus:||E---7\5---5\2--2--------12-------12-------------||||B---7\5---5\2--2--------12----------12----------||||G#--7\5---5\2--2----/12----10/12------10/12-----||||E---------5\2-------/12---------------------12~-||||B---------5\2-----------------------------------||||E---------5\2-----------------------------------||
E I don't need no wheels I don't need no gasoline 'Cause the wind that is blowing Is blowing like a smoke machine If I said to you That I was looking for a place to get to 'Cause my neck is broken And my pants ain't getting no bigger A I got a stolen wife F#7 And a rhinestone life E And some good ol' boys A I'm writing my will F# On a three dollar bill E In the evening time All my friends Tell me something is getting together I got a beard that would disappear If I'm dressed in leather Now let me tell you about my baby She was born in Arizona Sitting in the jailhouse Trying to learn some good manners (Chorus) Matchsticks strike When I'm riding my bike to the depot 'Cause everybody knows my name At the recreation center If I could only find a nickel I would pay myself off tonight 'Cause nobody knows When he good times have passed out cold (Chorus) (Chorus) Don't talk to me If you're looking for somebody to cry on Don't talk to me If you're looking for somebody to cry on [scream]Ahhhowwww!! 11. Readymade
bass (dropped D):||G---------3------------||||D-------7-4-------7--5-||||A--5-5--------5-5------||||D--0-0--------0-0------||
D An open road where I can breathe Where the lowest low is calling to me I can pull myself back up back down Stuck together like a readymade And nobody knows where we been Cancelled rations are running thin Watches tick out of tune Falling apart like a readymade F And my bags are waiting D In the next life Rubbish piles fresh and plain Empty boxes in a pawn shop brain License plates stowaway Standing in line like a readymade (Chorus) (first verse) (Chorus) 12. High 5 (Rock The Catskills)
jazz riff playing faintly in the background during intro: (4x)||------------------------------||||---6---6-6---6--------6---6-6-||||---5---5-5---5--------6---6-6-||||-6---6-----6----3-4-5---------||||------------------------6-----||||------------------------------||
High 5, High 5! High 5, High 5! [rappers]: " C'mon on! 8! Everybody! C'mon! 7! C'mon, now! 6! 5! Aw, yeah, I like that shit." (no guitar throughout rest of song)
bass:||-------4---------2-4-----||||-----4---4-0---------0---||||-2-------------2-------2-||||-------------------------||
When I rock it's like a high 5 Or a slap in the face I love the taste All my days with my wheelchair ways Watch me die in my suicide high I don't mean it 'cause I only come on to you When I step to the room with a powerful motion Leopard skin let the records spin 'Round and round with the speed of sound High 5! More dead than alive! Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills! High 5! More dead than alive! Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills! Rocky mountain low we gotta go Put that gadget in the random mode Cripple candy rocking the Tandy Rhumba, brickshot, doing the foxtrot In my car sweating like a dog Beers and cheers, new frontiers On my way from the 'Frisco Bay Dixieland, soda-pop man High 5! More dead than alive! Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills! High 5! More dead than alive! Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills! [spoken]:Yeah, put that machine in random mode Talking about popping jugger(?) Like...like the last century [rapper]: "Turn that shit off, man! What's wrong with you? Man, get the other record! Damn!" High 5! More dead than alive! Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills! High 5! More dead than alive! Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills! High 5! More dead than alive! Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills! High 5! More dead than alive! Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills! [rapper]: "Ok, now. Do like designer jeans. Everybody, designer jeans! say, say, say, say, say: Ooh, la la, sasoon! C'mon, c'mon, c'mon! Everybody! One more time, let me hear you say: Ooh, la la, sasoon! Just do it everybody, c'mon! Now I want the ladies. All the ladies, say: Sergio Valente! Sing it , girl. Let me hear you say: Sergio Valente! Say: Jordache!" 13. Ramshackle
verse:-0------------------------------------------0------------------------------------------1---1--2--4--1---6--4--2--4---1--2--4--/4--2---2--4--6--2---7--6--4--6---2--4--6--/6--2------------------------------------------0-----------------------------------------
E You've been so long Your blind eyes are gone Your old bones are on their own So take off your coat Put a song in your throat Let the dead-beats pound all around
chorus:------------------------------------2----0-------------------------------------2----0--6--4--2--1---6--4--2--1---6--4--2--3----1--7--6--4--2---7--6--4--2---7--6--4--4----2-------------------------------------4----2-------------------------------------2----0-
We will go Nowhere we know F# E We don't have to talk at all Hand me downs Flypaper towns F# Stuck together E One and all The bargains you drive Buckets and bags And all your belongings Your train's in the sand Ramshackle land Let the rats watch the races We will go Nowhere we know 'Til we find our one and all Hand me downs Flypaper towns Stuck together One and all Praises get spent Your trick face is bent Pigsties and prizes 'Cause there's no kind of 'well' You're suiting yourself You leave yourself behind We will go Nowhere we know 'Til we find our one and all Your hand me downs Flypaper towns Stuck together One and all
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