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.
Soul Only Ramshackle
Words & Music by Band Name Maker and Beck Hansen
Verse 1:
And everywhere I look there's a devil waiting
And phone calls from people in chicago
There's a police siren singing
Why don't you cut your hair?
And phone calls from people in chicago
There's a police siren singing
Why don't you cut your hair?
Chorus:
Can't believe that shit
Girl, you know I was packin' heat
Oh got the flavor in my gut
oh yeah, I like it like that
Girl, you know I was packin' heat
Oh got the flavor in my gut
oh yeah, I like it like that
Verse 2:
And the band playin' down below
For a paralyzed mind in a kerosene jar
He's got eveything you own out on the patio
Underneath the flashing lights
For a paralyzed mind in a kerosene jar
He's got eveything you own out on the patio
Underneath the flashing lights
Chorus:
Can't believe that shit
Girl, you know I was packin' heat
Oh got the flavor in my gut
oh yeah, I like it like that
Girl, you know I was packin' heat
Oh got the flavor in my gut
oh yeah, I like it like that
Bridge:
Diesel infernos burning like drano
Eyebrows painted on their heads
He's sendin' back all the bills that you've thought you paid
Mother laid in bed
Eyebrows painted on their heads
He's sendin' back all the bills that you've thought you paid
Mother laid in bed
Verse 3:
Arabian nights
don't be rude
I was beige
Miles on our faces
don't be rude
I was beige
Miles on our faces
Chorus:
Can't believe that shit
Girl, you know I was packin' heat
Oh got the flavor in my gut
oh yeah, I like it like that
Girl, you know I was packin' heat
Oh got the flavor in my gut
oh yeah, I like it like that
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