Beck knows what he's talking about. "Bogusflow" from DGC Rarities, Vol. 1:

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[acoustic guitar, slow and bluesy, with harmonica]

[harmonica out]

monkey see, monkey die
laminate your face
and paste it up into the sky
'cuz it's squalid and it's solid and it's
completely rancid and beautiful
like a forcefield of multiplying meat
cut a hole in the floor to see
just how close to hell we're standing

time shoots forward in your skull
scattered to the forewinds
chuck it in the bucket
riding lampost, moldy toast
excitement level: zero

rock the casbah, bring the noise
amplified dishwashers exploring the boring to the core
people with cordless personalities
running around in new wave bionic jogging suits

California [laughter] white boy sound
rocket-powered and nailed into the ground
[whisper]new age, old age - totally lame
straight to the middle of the road
[end whisper]rewind the tape and play the whole thing backwards
with the sound completely turned off

[more harmonica]