BECK – Loser (1993)

“Only one thing matters: learning to be the loser.” (Cioran).

Beck David Hansen, known mononymously as Beck, is an American musician, singer, songwriter, and record producer. He rose to fame in the early 1990s with his experimental and lo-fi style, and became known for creating musical collages of wide-ranging genres.

“Loser” is a single by American musician Beck. It was written by Beck and record producer Carl Stephenson, who both produced the song with Tom Rothrock. “Loser” was initially released as Beck’s second single by independent record label Bong Load Custom Records on 12-inch vinyl format with catalog number BL5 on March 8, 1993.

In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey Butane in my veins And I’m out to cut the junkie With the plastic eyeballs, Spray-paint the vegetables Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose Kill the headlights And put it in neutral Stock car flaming with a loser And the cruise control Baby’s in Reno with the vitamin D Got a couple of couches, Sleep on the love seat Someone keeps saying I’m insane to complain About a shotgun wedding And a stain on my shirt Don’t believe everything that you breathe You get a parking violation And a maggot on your sleeve So shave your face With some mace in the dark Saving all your food stamps And burning down the trailer park

(Yo. Cut it.) Soy un perdedor I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?

(Double-barrel buckshot)

Soy un perdedor I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?

Forces of evil in a bozo nightmare Ban all the music with a phony gas chamber ‘Cause one’s got a weasel And the other’s got a flag One’s on the pole, shove the other in a bag With the rerun shows And the cocaine nose-job The daytime crap of the folksinger slob He hung himself with a guitar string Slab of turkey-neck And it’s hanging from a pigeon wing You can’t write if you can’t relate Trade the cash for the beat For the body for the hate And my time is a piece of wax Falling on a termite Who’s choking on the splinters

Soy un perdedor I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me? (Get crazy with the Cheeze Whiz) Soy un perdedor I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me? (Drive-by body-pierce)

(Yo, bring it on down) Soy

(I’m a driver; I’m the winner; Things are gonna change I can feel it)

Soy un perdedor I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me? (I can’t believe you) Soy un perdedor I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?

Soy un perdedor I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me? (Sprechen Sie Deutsch, baby?) Soy un perdedor I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me? (Know what I’m saying?)