Ted Tocks Covers submits today’s feature as the theme song for the Mandarin Mussolini’s campaign. He can play it at his Nazi rallies. All of the stunned sheep who follow him will have no problem singing along to the chorus because they have heard these words all their life, however they may struggle with the language barrier.
All they need to know is “Soy un perdedor” is Spanish for “I’m a loser.”
In the time of chimpanzees, MAGATs are like trained monkeys singing along with an orange (sometimes bronze) baboon who spews hate from the stage in a series of illiterate sentences and incoherent thoughts. They are mostly lies and always based in fear mongering rhetoric. Anyone capable of reading beyond a grade 2 level could refute anything he says with five minutes of research, or less, but sadly, reading is not the forte of the numbskulls who support this life-long con artist. Meanwhile, the self-serving grifter continues to implode before a global audience, but not before siphoning more money out of the pockets of the witless tools who support his schemes. At the time of writing, Mar-a-Lard-o was flogging fake gold, third-rate high-top shoes for $399 in order to pay down half a billion dollars in fines and settlement fees. The Con-Mander and Chief is also flogging a new brand of cologne. It smells like fermented bull shit. What ‘Cheato’ deems to be popularity is actually millions of people shaking their heads at the fact so many willfully ignorant people could support this twice impeached instrument of fascist doctrine. Their ‘imperfect vessel’ is facing 91 charges and four indictments. Only the worst of the worst lawyers will represent him at trial. Incredibly, their incompetence manages to exceed the high-level idiocy of the Moron-in-Chief. One useful idiot managed to turn a $5 million rape civil suit settlement into an $83.9 million settlement. Well done.
But in her own words, she is “would rather be pretty. She can fake being smart”.
“Habba habba”
Here’s a thought.
When you are this UGLY, no one sees you as pretty or smart.
You are judged by the company you keep. Anyone who still supports this misogynist; this liar; this rapist and disgusting bigot is seen the same way.
Anyone.
If you still support this adderall infused, disgusting and vile ingrate. This shit stain on humanity; you are indeed a LOSER.
There is simply no defense.
I have been saying this for nine years. Seriously folks…Wake up!
What will it take?
I understand though. It is a cult. It is all by design. The fascist playbook dictates that if you put a face on hate, millions of mediocre people will buy in, simply because they need someone to turn to in their pathetic existence. They look up to their Loser in Chief, and all he has to do is point at people to despise. Predictably, the mindless automatons fall immediately in line.
They need to be de-programmed.
In the meantime, let’s all sing along. Fascists stay to the far right and sing it loud and proud.
I’m a loser baby. Why Don’t you kill me.”
Beck
Then go to church and pray…or prey…whatever the leader of the cult commands.
And…End scene…
A big thank you to Beck David Hansen (born Bek David Campbell) for this wonderful free flowing poetry that serves as the feature song for today’s post. Of course, we all know him as Beck. Born in Los Angeles, Beck headed to New York City in 1989 and soon became a fixture in the NYC coffeehouse and club scene. The multi-capable musician gravitated to what became known as an anti-folk style which managed to combine an array of genres including hip hop, jazz, classical, country, psychedelic and funk. Eventually, this diversity made him a critics favourite.
In the early ‘90s Beck headed back to Los Angeles. His life was relatively aimless at this point. He was working a series of dead-end jobs and his existence was rife with financial struggles. It was on this unsteady ground that he began to combine all of his talents. ‘Loser’ was the product of an experimental period where he would combine rap beats with stream of conscience wordplay. The coffee house audience seemed to love the sound but the bizarre lyrics seems to flow by with nary a comment. Along with his friend and producer Carl Stephenson, Beck decided to test the theory that up until this point it was a matter of style over substance. The words flowed out of one self-deprecating thought.
I’m the worst rapper in the world. I’m just a loser.”
Beck
Beck wrote the essence of ‘Loser’ at Stephenson’s home, but he is pretty open about the fact that elements of the wordplay had been tumbling in his mind for several years.
I don’t think I would have been able to go in and do ‘Loser’ in a six-hour shot without having been somewhat prepared. It was accidental, but it was something that I’d been working toward for a long time.”
Beck
For Carl Stephenson’s part, he recalls being relatively unmoved by Beck’s rapping but intrigued by the basic strong structure. He came up with a guitar riff and recorded it on an 8-track. He looped it with a drum beat and Beck began ‘improvising’ lyrics in the style of Public Enemy’s Chuck D.
According to both parties, the song was written over the course of an afternoon. It was later that Stephenson added sitar and tremolo parts as well as the bassline and other samples.
Beck released ‘Loser’ on the independent record label known as Bong Load Custom Records in March of 1993. The combination of ‘Loser’ and ‘MTV Makes Me Wanna Smoke Crack’ generated some popularity on college radio. This drew the attention of some major labels. Beck ultimately opted to sign with Geffen who gave him the rare opportunity to exercise his creative freedom.
It wasn’t until a year later on March 1, 1994 that ‘Loser’ was released by Geffen as an album track on the album ‘Mellow Gold’. In this passage from ‘Rolling Stone’ Beck offers a satirical take on the journey.
The whole concept of ‘Mellow Gold’ is that it’s like a satanic K-Tel record that’s been found in a trash dumpster, quite matter-of-factly. A few people have molested it and slept with it and half-swallowed it before spitting it out. Someone played poker with it, someone tried to smoke it. Then the record was taken to Morocco and covered with hummus and tabouli. Then it was flown back to a convention of water-skiers, who skied on it and played Frisbee with it. Then the record was put on the turntable, and the original K-Tel album had reached a whole new level. I was just taking that whole Freedom Rock feeling, you understand.”
Beck
The re-release made its way to #10 on the Billboard Hot 100. On a global level, this success was repeated with top ten showings in Australia, Canada, Iceland, New Zealand and Sweden. The pinnacle of ‘Loser’s success was seen in Norway where the song went all the way to #1.
When it all comes down to it, Beck was speaking to an audience that could relate in a language that they could understand.
It sounds easy, but when you break down the most vivid of the lines within this prophetic masterpiece, you can sense the Dylanesque brilliance. It is to Beck what ‘Subterranean Homesick Blues’ was to Bob Dylan.
Like Beck says; you can’t write if you can’t relate.
If people try to tell you that you are insane to complain, let them know that silence and compliance is what the evil forces depend on in order to fulfill their agenda.
Beck and Carl Stephenson
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?)”
It truly is a ‘bozo nightmare’
Music and art threatens the powers that be. Artists and poets are labeled as subversive because they disturb the nest. Those who challenge the radical rhetoric are branded as fake and rebellious. From the pulpit, the demon figure suggests that the thought-provoking creativity produced by the thinking class, be locked away in the gas chamber of time. Let it be forgotten. Because the ability for individual thought is the worst enemy of a fascist doctrine.
This is what Beck is speaking of in ‘Loser’. He is reflecting his time.
I’d realized that a lot of what folk music is about taking a tradition and reflecting your own time. I knew my folk music would take off, if I put hip-hop beats behind it.”
Beck
When an artist manages to reflect his time effectively, the end result transcends to from a period piece to timeless.
This is where an important passage in ‘Loser’ jumps out. Becks actually borrowed a line from his friend Steve Hanft who wrote and produced the movie ‘Kill the Moonlight’. Hanft would go on to direct the ‘Loser’ video.
Things are going to change. I can feel it.”
STEVE HANFT
We can only hope.
In order for this to happen, we need to understand that change begins with you. If you need to wear a red hat with a bullshit slogan and bow down before a narcissistic tool who serves only himself, you are lost in the wilderness of time.
Like Beck said; “time is a piece of wax, falling on a termite”, and you are choking on the splinters. Because, when all you do is chew on other people’s crap, eventually the bullshit becomes too much to swallow.
And…End scene…
The best part about seeking quality cover versions of popular songs comes in those moments when I find recordings that make me smile as I listen. Each of the covers to follow do exactly that. Two of them are familiar names to Ted Tocks Covers readers and one may be new to you. Listen on.
Enjoy Richard Cheese from his 2002 album ‘Lounge Against the Machine’. This album has been featured on several occasions. The lounge style delivery works every time. My only complaint is he chooses to abbreviate ‘Loser’.
Here is my vote for the best cover of ‘Loser’. Listen and decide for yourself.
This is the Cleverlys. Their unique style has entertained music fans from their Ozark Mountain roots all the way to the stage of the Grand Ole Opry. Back when the New York Times was seen as the standard for news a journalist wrote this summary.
“If Dolly Parton, Earl Scruggs, and Spinal Tap spawned a litter of puppies, it would be The Cleverlys”
This video juxtaposes ‘Loser’ into a wild and crazy, backwoods wrestling scene. Chaos ensues. But, like every train wreck, you just have to watch until the end.
The third cover is from the ever-reliable Leo Moracchioli who recorded ‘Loser’ in 2020 on his phenomenal YouTube channel. If Leo covers it, Ted Tocks Covers is sharing it.
Hit it…
Today’s feature was intended to offer a little pause for thought.
Hopefully it succeeded to some degree My concern, as always is that typically we only manage to preach to the converted.
When Beck wrote ‘Loser’ there was a purpose. He was writing for one, but he knew he was speaking for many.
This fact intrigues me because Ted Tocks Covers also writes for one, but as each feature is shared, it becomes somewhat clear that on occasion, I speak for many.
This is just one more example of the fact that we all carry within ourselves the capacity for change.
This can only happen if we speak out against the madness before a figurative flaming clown car full of losers gets set on cruise control, programmed to drive over a cliff.
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