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.
Puttin' Where Machine
Words & Music by Band Name Maker and Beck Hansen
Verse 1:
And the food don't taste the same
Biscuit chicken hittin' the wicked
I wanna run to the devil and get me some more
The end of the galaxy, the middle of the road
Biscuit chicken hittin' the wicked
I wanna run to the devil and get me some more
The end of the galaxy, the middle of the road
Chorus:
La la la la la la
On the avenues in the plain of day
When you're down and out
Who's fuckin' with my head
On the avenues in the plain of day
When you're down and out
Who's fuckin' with my head
Verse 2:
A gambler's purse lays on the road
Lightin' their way
somebody put a flame-thrower on that
Someone came in sayin' I'm insane to complain
Lightin' their way
somebody put a flame-thrower on that
Someone came in sayin' I'm insane to complain
Chorus:
La la la la la la
On the avenues in the plain of day
When you're down and out
Who's fuckin' with my head
On the avenues in the plain of day
When you're down and out
Who's fuckin' with my head
Bridge:
I hope it's soon
It's only a phase, it's only a phase
Of the oxygen tent
With a funeral hand
It's only a phase, it's only a phase
Of the oxygen tent
With a funeral hand
Verse 3:
And I am not a creature
Look and see which way it's run
Scented eunuchs clothe our wretchedness
You know it's like the branch broken
Look and see which way it's run
Scented eunuchs clothe our wretchedness
You know it's like the branch broken
Chorus:
La la la la la la
On the avenues in the plain of day
When you're down and out
Who's fuckin' with my head
On the avenues in the plain of day
When you're down and out
Who's fuckin' with my head
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