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.
Go It Feel
Words & Music by Band Name Maker and Beck Hansen
Verse 1:
Can't stand on crooked legs
Jockin my Mercedes
There hasn't been a change in the atmostphere
When I'm riding my bike to the depot
Jockin my Mercedes
There hasn't been a change in the atmostphere
When I'm riding my bike to the depot
Chorus:
Fax machine anthems get your damn hands up
I'll give them to you to put away in a box
Is that slack?
Your girlfriends think you're a saint
I'll give them to you to put away in a box
Is that slack?
Your girlfriends think you're a saint
Verse 2:
Ahh, everyone's out to get you, mutherfukka
And nobody knows where we been
I guess I was kinda nervous, there was a warrant out on me
My summer girl
And nobody knows where we been
I guess I was kinda nervous, there was a warrant out on me
My summer girl
Chorus:
Fax machine anthems get your damn hands up
I'll give them to you to put away in a box
Is that slack?
Your girlfriends think you're a saint
I'll give them to you to put away in a box
Is that slack?
Your girlfriends think you're a saint
Bridge:
'Cause there's no kind of wealth
I rock a beat to make the hamburger fry
Leaves you plain and left behind
You been a dickin' now
I rock a beat to make the hamburger fry
Leaves you plain and left behind
You been a dickin' now
Verse 3:
Categorizing in a crash
Goddam cheesecake in my jeans!
Oh say can you see
Sand weights from the heavens
Goddam cheesecake in my jeans!
Oh say can you see
Sand weights from the heavens
Chorus:
Fax machine anthems get your damn hands up
I'll give them to you to put away in a box
Is that slack?
Your girlfriends think you're a saint
I'll give them to you to put away in a box
Is that slack?
Your girlfriends think you're a saint
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