Readymade — Beck

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Date: Wed, 1 Apr 1998 08:54:39 +0200 From: "[iso-8859-2] Jarek Krikava" <[email protected]> Subject: CRD: readymade by Beck

I'm from the village of Krumvir /The Czech Rebublic/.

There are many Beck's songs on the web but Readymade seems to be Forgotten. I like this song and think it deserves to be played and sung. Here is what I worked out:

Readymade - Beck /Odelay/

An open road where I can breathe Where the lowest low is comin 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

And my bags are waiting 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

And my bags are waiting in the next life

An open road where I can breathe Where the lowest low is comin to me I can pull myself back up back down Stuck together like a readymade

And my bags are waiting in the next life

I know I haven't tabbed out the riffs but I hope anybody else will do it. If you have any comments or praise, send it to:

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! Extra ! Here is something that could be close to the very last riffs of Readymade. If you listen to the song you'll know what I mean.

In fact this one is not a guitar part but it doesn't matter: