Beck Song Maker
Ever marveled at the genius nonsense that is Beck's lyrics or wanted to be a master songwriter like Beck? Now you can randomly generate a masterpiece of song lyrics that create as much (or more) sense as the original Beck songs they were pulled from.
Devil's Lazy
Words & Music by Band Name Maker and Beck Hansen
Verse 1:
Cinders and chaff, laugh at the moon
I feel uptight when I walk in the city
The doctor's on the phone
Tracing my face
I feel uptight when I walk in the city
The doctor's on the phone
Tracing my face
Chorus:
Ah yea, fake it 'til you make it
And they're helpless and forgetting in the background holding nothing
Ooh, got to get it, plastic classic
To make me feel alright
And they're helpless and forgetting in the background holding nothing
Ooh, got to get it, plastic classic
To make me feel alright
Verse 2:
My eyes are filled with prizes you've been showing
Raids the refrigerator, throws vermin on the lawn
With your elevator bones and your whip-flash tones
Work I ever done is when I was trying to get myself a worried woman to ease
Raids the refrigerator, throws vermin on the lawn
With your elevator bones and your whip-flash tones
Work I ever done is when I was trying to get myself a worried woman to ease
Chorus:
Ah yea, fake it 'til you make it
And they're helpless and forgetting in the background holding nothing
Ooh, got to get it, plastic classic
To make me feel alright
And they're helpless and forgetting in the background holding nothing
Ooh, got to get it, plastic classic
To make me feel alright
Bridge:
And I just started wanting to punch your face,
Crazy
Eyebrows painted on their heads
The end of the galaxy, the middle of the road
Crazy
Eyebrows painted on their heads
The end of the galaxy, the middle of the road
Verse 3:
Do the things you feel
Know what I'm sayin'?Your sorry eyes cut through the bone
Ring the moon like a broken bell
To give yourself a call
Know what I'm sayin'?Your sorry eyes cut through the bone
Ring the moon like a broken bell
To give yourself a call
Chorus:
Ah yea, fake it 'til you make it
And they're helpless and forgetting in the background holding nothing
Ooh, got to get it, plastic classic
To make me feel alright
And they're helpless and forgetting in the background holding nothing
Ooh, got to get it, plastic classic
To make me feel alright
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