Song of the Day #518: ‘Hollywood Freaks’ – Beck

Having slowed down and mellowed out a year earlier on Mutations, Beck reversed course in 1999 and released Midnite Vultures, a neon slice of pure electrified funk.

More than anything, he spends the length of this fabulous album staking his claim as the white Prince, especially on epic closer ‘Debra,’ an homage to every smooth R&B booty call song ever written (though certainly the first to feature the lyrics “Lady, step inside my Hyundai”).

Midnite Vultures was released in November 1999 and I remember reading a review at the time calling it the perfect soundtrack for your end-of-the-millennium party. I put one of its songs (‘Sexx Laws’) on a mix tape for my sister’s millennium party. Hard to believe that was ten years ago.

The album is full of great, weird stuff but nothing on it gives me as much twisted pleasure as ‘Hollywood Freaks,’ an oddball rap song that name-drops No Doz, Norman Schwartzkopf, Niagara Falls and Old Navy. It’s certainly a lark but it’s a beautifully constructed lark… something new and interesting is always happening or about to happen. To pick an example at random, listen to the delivery of the “my sales go triple” line in the first verse. Love that.

This isn’t Beck’s deepest album but it’s definitely his most fun. A decade after its release it’s still the perfect album for your ‘First Ten Years of the New Millennium’ party. I’ll bring the chips.

What? Say what? He my nun!
Hot milk, mm, tweak my nipple, Champagne and Ripple
Shamans go cripple, my sales go triple
We drop lobotomy beats, evaporated meats
On high-tech streets, we go solo
Dance floors and talk shows, hot dogs, No-Doz
Hot sex in back rows, heh-heh

I wanna know what makes you scream
Be your twenty-million dollar fantasy
Treat you real good, expensive jeans
Hollywood freaks on the Hollywood scene
Touch it real good if you want a piece
Party people know I’m that type of freak

People look so snooty, take pills, make them moody
Automatic bzooty, zero to tutti frutti
Sex in the halls, Niagara Falls
Local shopping malls receive anonymous calls
Hot like a cheetah, neon mamacita
Eat at Tacoria, pop lockin’ beats from Korea
Looking like jailbait, selling lots of real estate
Looking like a hot date, banging like an 808

I wanna know what makes you scream
Be your twenty-million dollar fantasy
Treat you real good, expensive jeans
Hollywood freaks on the Hollywood scene
Touch it real good if you want a piece
Party people know I’m that type of freak
Do you want to feel this? Do you want to feel this?

Norman Schwartzkoff, something tells me you want to go home
Champagne, bibles, custom clothes you own
Calling up from special area codes
Hollywood nuns with the Hollywood phones
I got nothing to do, nowhere to go
I’ll tell you what you want if you want to know
Satin sheets, tropical oils, turn up the heat ’til the swimming pool boils
Let all the neighbors read it in the papers
Making all those gentlemen cry realistic tears

Do you like that? Yeah, one more time.
I wanna know what makes you scream
Be your twenty-million dollar fantasy
Treat you real good, expensive jeans
Hollywood freaks on the Hollywood scene
Touch it real good if you want a piece
Party people know I’m that type of freak

Jockin’ my Mercedes! Probably have my baby!
Shop at Old Navy! He wish he was a lady!
Do you want to feel this? Do you want to feel this?
Do you want to feel this? Do you want to feel this?

Dance floors, on all the talk shows
Hot dogs, No-Doz, hot sex in back rows
You know, Hyundais tricked out
In Christmas in July
6.2%, yeah, you fill in the blanks
It’s tricky, tutti frutti, automatic bzooty
We are mixing bizness with leather

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One thought on “Song of the Day #518: ‘Hollywood Freaks’ – Beck

  1. Dana says:

    not my kind of music, at least not unless I am at an end of the millennium party:)

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