Written by: Beck Hansen, John King, Mike Simpson
This Version:
- Where It's At (U.N.K.L.E. Remix) (12:27)
Available on Odelay and 1 other release.
CreditsU.N.K.L.E.: Remix
Beck Hansen: Vocals
Lyrics:
There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turned low
The jigsaw jazz and the get-fresh flow
Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans and just clap your hands
And just clap your hands
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, I got two turntables and a microphone
Take me home with my elevator bones!
Pick yourself up off the side of the road
With your elevator bones and your whipflash tones
Members Only, hypnotizers
Move through the room like ambulance drivers
Shine your shoes with your microphone blues
Hirsutes with your parachute fruits
Passin' the dutchie from coast to coast
Like my man Gary Wilson rocks the most
Where it's at, I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at, I got two turntables and a microphone
What about those who swing both ways? AC/DCs?
Let's make out, baby . . . cheese
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
We're all part of the total scene
Where it's at, I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at, I got two turntables and a microphone
Oh honey, Make Out City is a two-horse town.
Got my microphone. . .
There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turned low
The jigsaw jazz and the get-fresh flow
Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans and just clap your hands
And just clap your hands
Where it's at, I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at, I got two turntables and a microphone
I got plastic on my mind!
Makin' out, baby . . . let's make it . . . let's make out, baby.
Telephone, plastic, baby!
Oh it's all goooooood . . . ah yeah, let's burn it good.
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turned low
The jigsaw jazz and the get-fresh flow
Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans and just clap your hands
And just clap your hands
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, I got two turntables and a microphone
Take me home with my elevator bones!
Pick yourself up off the side of the road
With your elevator bones and your whipflash tones
Members Only, hypnotizers
Move through the room like ambulance drivers
Shine your shoes with your microphone blues
Hirsutes with your parachute fruits
Passin' the dutchie from coast to coast
Like my man Gary Wilson rocks the most
Where it's at, I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at, I got two turntables and a microphone
What about those who swing both ways? AC/DCs?
Let's make out, baby . . . cheese
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
We're all part of the total scene
Where it's at, I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at, I got two turntables and a microphone
Oh honey, Make Out City is a two-horse town.
Got my microphone. . .
There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turned low
The jigsaw jazz and the get-fresh flow
Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans and just clap your hands
And just clap your hands
Where it's at, I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at, I got two turntables and a microphone
I got plastic on my mind!
Makin' out, baby . . . let's make it . . . let's make out, baby.
Telephone, plastic, baby!
Oh it's all goooooood . . . ah yeah, let's burn it good.
The Song:
This is the trip-hop techno version of "Where It's At." If you're familiar with U.N.K.L.E.'s dark and atmospheric soundscapes, this one is no different. The first five minutes or so are "Where It's At" backed by the U.N.K.L.E. sound, before the singing stops and the last seven minutes are a collage of mad drumming, spacey synthesizer effects, and further U.N.K.L.E. treatment. It's a fascinating transformation, and a cool remix.
This is the trip-hop techno version of "Where It's At." If you're familiar with U.N.K.L.E.'s dark and atmospheric soundscapes, this one is no different. The first five minutes or so are "Where It's At" backed by the U.N.K.L.E. sound, before the singing stops and the last seven minutes are a collage of mad drumming, spacey synthesizer effects, and further U.N.K.L.E. treatment. It's a fascinating transformation, and a cool remix.