Original Performance: Alexander 'Skip' Spence
Written by: Alexander 'Skip' Spence
Written by: Alexander 'Skip' Spence
Versions:
- Grey / Afro (7:39)
Available on Oar.
CreditsRecorded at: Sunset Sound Studios
Brian Lebarton: Bass, Keyboard / Synthesizer
James Gadson: Drums
Beck Hansen: Guitar (Electric), Vocals
Jamie Lidell: Keyboard / Synthesizer
Lyrics:
Grey / Afro [Version (a)]:
Seems that every time I talk to you
You have something else to do
If I were to open up with you
Would you call me the same as I call you
Frightful days that... (we are living in)
It seems that hopes get in your way
We'll take our time and show the life I count out
I'm just trying to get a message through you
Between my lips are words that surface through you
His lies, his lies come just to late
Colored white and gold and yellow and red
In the timing of the soul that's right
Look at how talk about death is spread
And if I had a lovely home with a bunch of girls
If I had a home with a bunch of girls
Believe me if I know what I do
I will have euphoria
To be sure
I don't give a damn
Live in a place
Do anything
To be sure
Don't give a damn
Live in a place
Do anything
To be sure
Don't give a damn
Live in a place
Do anything
(You don't know you don't know)
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey now
I will come into your dream tonight
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey now
Let us start a nice old new organization
To try and be hands held from this civilization
Only trust in our destination
You need me and only then I'd let you hide behind me
Hey hey hey
To be sure
I don't give a damn
Live in a place
Do anything
To be sure
Don't give a damn
Live in a place
Do anything
Seems that every time I talk to you
You have something else to do
If I were to open up with you
Would you call me the same as I call you
Frightful days that... (we are living in)
It seems that hopes get in your way
We'll take our time and show the life I count out
I'm just trying to get a message through you
Between my lips are words that surface through you
His lies, his lies come just to late
Colored white and gold and yellow and red
In the timing of the soul that's right
Look at how talk about death is spread
And if I had a lovely home with a bunch of girls
If I had a home with a bunch of girls
Believe me if I know what I do
I will have euphoria
To be sure
I don't give a damn
Live in a place
Do anything
To be sure
Don't give a damn
Live in a place
Do anything
To be sure
Don't give a damn
Live in a place
Do anything
(You don't know you don't know)
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey now
I will come into your dream tonight
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey now
Let us start a nice old new organization
To try and be hands held from this civilization
Only trust in our destination
You need me and only then I'd let you hide behind me
Hey hey hey
To be sure
I don't give a damn
Live in a place
Do anything
To be sure
Don't give a damn
Live in a place
Do anything
The Song:
"Grey / Afro" is a near 10-minute song on Skip Spence's album, Oar. Beck and his third Record Club covered the album in its entirety.
Spence's song is a slow rolling purr of a song built over bass waves and jazz drums. It seems like a very difficult song to cover. So Record Club take it pretty straightforward, jamming as a bass, guitar, drums trio (with some sound effects/keyboards for flavor). With Gadson and LeBarton on drums and bass, it gets a really driving rhythm, but that's hardly unique for all the Record Club's Oar tracks. Also, singing this, Beck moved a lot of lines around (and eliminated quite a few, but almost surely because Spence's lyrics are almost incomprehensible).
"Grey / Afro" is a near 10-minute song on Skip Spence's album, Oar. Beck and his third Record Club covered the album in its entirety.
Spence's song is a slow rolling purr of a song built over bass waves and jazz drums. It seems like a very difficult song to cover. So Record Club take it pretty straightforward, jamming as a bass, guitar, drums trio (with some sound effects/keyboards for flavor). With Gadson and LeBarton on drums and bass, it gets a really driving rhythm, but that's hardly unique for all the Record Club's Oar tracks. Also, singing this, Beck moved a lot of lines around (and eliminated quite a few, but almost surely because Spence's lyrics are almost incomprehensible).