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.
Dead The '94! Tears
Words & Music by Band Name Maker and Beck Hansen
Verse 1:
I can squeeze the breeze, drink a bottle of lice
Starin' through a bag of Frito Lay
These terrible things will tear me in three
Twig in the wind a bunch of times
Starin' through a bag of Frito Lay
These terrible things will tear me in three
Twig in the wind a bunch of times
Chorus:
But the static in your mind
I got nothing to do, nowhere to go
Leave you here, wearing your wounds
Too much time, I got too much time
I got nothing to do, nowhere to go
Leave you here, wearing your wounds
Too much time, I got too much time
Verse 2:
Hold on, all of the dreams are waking
It's so unreal
Just a-waitin' for a train
No more cinders from the sky
It's so unreal
Just a-waitin' for a train
No more cinders from the sky
Chorus:
But the static in your mind
I got nothing to do, nowhere to go
Leave you here, wearing your wounds
Too much time, I got too much time
I got nothing to do, nowhere to go
Leave you here, wearing your wounds
Too much time, I got too much time
Bridge:
A life lived under glass
Already dead to me now, already dead to me now
Lying in the street
On canteen patio
Already dead to me now, already dead to me now
Lying in the street
On canteen patio
Verse 3:
About the kind of life I never thought I'd live
And she's the kickin' the shit
No particular style
Went to sleep, woke up in a coffin
And she's the kickin' the shit
No particular style
Went to sleep, woke up in a coffin
Chorus:
But the static in your mind
I got nothing to do, nowhere to go
Leave you here, wearing your wounds
Too much time, I got too much time
I got nothing to do, nowhere to go
Leave you here, wearing your wounds
Too much time, I got too much time
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