Beverly Blues Songtext
von Opia

I met a woman in the hills, offered me some happy pills
Said it helps the conversation, started rolling dollar bills
I passed, but she asked me something about Bentrill
I said, "That′s not me", spilled 805 on my shoes

This brand, that brand, I don't really know, man
I got a pair of Vans, but I pulled them from a trash can
Bucket hat on asked me where I got it from
I said, "Target, half price on the fourth of July"

She showed me her skin, asked me what I believe in

I said it couldn′t be love, 'cause it's too sincere
And it couldn′t be life ′cause death's so near
So could it be God? Wait, I forgot, we don′t like him here
So I got nothing to gain, nothing to lose
Nothing to hide, but I've got something to prove
So believe in me, baby, alleviate the Beverly blues


Now she′s looking at me funny
Tying knots between her eyes
So I roll another friend in a plot to fill the silence
I pass it to her, ask her what's been weighing on her mind
She says, "Nothing at all", I think she might′ve been right

My shirt's back on, I guess I figured her wrong
'Cause she′s asking me a question, still looking at me long
She said, "What did you mean when you were singing that song?"
I said, "Nothing at all", and turned out the light

And I′m asking myself what it is I believe in

I said it couldn't be love, ′cause it's too sincere
And it couldn′t be life 'cause death′s so near
So could it be God? Wait, I forgot, we don't like him here
So I got nothing to gain, nothing to lose
Nothing to hide, but I've got something to prove
So believe in me, baby, alleviate the Beverly blues

I said it couldn′t be love, ′cause it's too sincere
And it couldn′t be life 'cause death′s so near
So could it be God? Wait, I forgot, we don't like him here
So I got nothing to gain, nothing to lose
Nothing to hide, but I′ve got something to prove
So believe in me, baby, alleviate the Beverly blues


I said it couldn't be love, 'cause it′s too sincere
And it couldn′t be life 'cause death′s so near
So could it be God? Wait, I forgot, we don't like him here
So I got nothing to gain, nothing to lose
Nothing to hide, but I′ve got something to prove
So believe in me, baby, alleviate the Beverly blues