Théâtre Électrique

Théâtre Électrique

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  • MoonShadow




    Musique Mécanique par le Théâtre Électrique ::
    "Moonshadow" by Cat Stevens


    Lyrics ::

    I'm being followed by a Moonshadow
    Moonshadow, Moonshadow
    Stealing my smokes and hubcaps, Moonshadow
    Moonshadow, Moonshadow

    At first I tried to call the cops
    They hung up, called me nuts
    And then I texted Special Ops
    And they said, "Jump in a lake," and go fuck yourself

    So if I ever find a rock
    Wnen this Moon follows me
    Oh, if I ever find a rock
    Oh, I will bash the face of this Moon asshole

    Oh, I'm being followed by a Moonshadow
    Moonshadow, Moonshadow
    Stay the fuck away from me, you Moonshadow
    Moonshadow, Moonshadow

    And if I find a Neutron Bomb
    I won't pause and I won't frown
    Oh, if I find a Neutron Bomb
    Oh, I will bring death down on Moonshadow Town

    And if I'm ever at the beach
    And I sense Moons undersea
    And if I'm ever at the beach
    I will raise Tidal Waves until you drown

    How did you even find me?
    Facebook or Instagram?
    Why do you even stalk me?
    What did I ever do to moons?

    Oh, you're a fucking bastard, Moonshadow
    Moonshadow, Moonshadow

    Touch me and I'll kick your ass, Moonshadow
    Moonshadow, Moonshadow
    Moonfucker, Moonfucker
    3 min
  • Cold




    Musique Mécanique par le Théâtre Électrique ::
    "Gold" by Spandau Ballet


    Lyrics ::

    One bacon maple bar
    One banana Cronut to go
    Two cream puffs with custard and jam
    This is my lunch hour
    Why not try fried sugar and dough
    Rather have a sweet than sour

    Oh, but I want them fresh and I want them warm
    Nothing left over from last week
    Not one you marked as antique
    Cold... Your doughs, sir, are cold
    Your doughnuts are petrified
    Fossilized fritters like rocks
    All indestructable
    I put one down my pants, and it's cold
    Ancient artifacts, not dessert

    Always believe in
    Doughnuts indestructable

    Your doughnuts are cold as ice

    Now I am tasting one
    I am stunned by the lack of flavor
    Someone used Superglue for icing
    My face is stuck to glass
    You glued my lips to the donut counter
    I need them hot, I need them fresh

    How can you fail with so much hot burning oil

    I should throw it all in your face

    But, I am too busy playing bass
    Oh, Christ, these damn doughnuts are cold
    Your crumb doughnuts are much too mild
    They were baked and stockpiled
    When Cher was still a child
    I want them fresh, I want them not cold

    If your doughnuts can't be warm
    Order online or walk right up to the stand
    No one cares what you do

    How 'bout if I kick your fucking ass?
    How 'bout I beat you with a rake?
    Oh, Christ, these doughs are cold
    These doughnuts remind me of death

    Relics of Wartime, all indestructable
    I want them fresh, I want them not cold
    These doughs were cooked on Titanic
    Long before the panic

    These doughs are cold as ice
    I'm gonna kick your ass
    These doughs are cold
    5 min
  • Gone with the Gumdrops



    Musique Mécanique par le Théâtre Électrique ::

    "Stairway to Heaven" by Led Zeppelin

    :: Voix AI Jun ::

    Lyrics ::
    There's a lady who chews
    When she feels the blues
    And she's wanting a fresh pack of Black Jack
    When she gets to the store
    She notices a war
    Men in gray men in blue deep in battle

    Ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh
    And she's wanting a fresh pack of Black Jack
    There's a sign on the door
    The Black Jack is no more
    'Cause you know, sometimes gum needs restocking
    In a shop burning high
    There's a soldier who may die
    This young boy might have gum in his pocket

    Ooh, she pulls his breeches
    Ooh, she licks his peaches
    whoa

    She was looking for gum
    Now she’s tasting some cum
    And her craving increases for licorice
    As she strolls through the streets
    Fires burn all the treats
    Did the Yankees bring gum for everyone?

    Ooh, it makes her bolder

    Ooh, she’ll fuck a soldier, whoa

    An epiphany looms
    If she rents out some rooms
    All the soldiers will give her their clothing
    With their pockets all ripped
    Naked and well-equipped
    Then a Bluecoat may slip her some Black Jack

    Whoa,whoa,whoa

    If you see an army in your garden, pull their pants down to the ground
    The only gum here is Black Jack, a new invention
    Yankees claim they get a pack a year

    Ooh, it peaks her craving

    This gum has dark and haunting flavor, whoa
    The slaves sing praises as they savor

    Dear lady, can you hear Rhett Butler?
    When he’s chewing
    His Black Jack sounds like the whispering wind

    ah, ah, ah

    But when you chew six slices each
    You squawk like seagulls at the beach
    Are you a lady or a whore
    Who yearns for Black Jack more than smores
    The city burns you’re eating cum
    You vow to never lose your gum
    Civil war stories from your past
    The break of dawn will bring more crack
    The soldiers stood tall but now half mast

    You swallowed their gum, dreaming of Black Jack
    8 min
  • Lady Four Cigars



    Musique Mécanique par le Théâtre Électrique ::

    "Lady" by Styx

    :: Voix AI Jun ::

    Lyrics ::
    Lady, when i’m with you I’m choking
    You smoke all night long
    Your smell makes me sick to my stomach
    Please douse your cigarettes out

    Lady, from the moment you light up
    Smoking, on your phone
    You sent naked pictures to strangers
    You filmed, our first fuck with a drone

    You're my lady of the evening
    Love priced way too high
    Smoking, sending dick pics
    While you fuck me

    Lady, don't use my ass as an ashtray
    Don’t light up four more cigars
    Streaming, now we’re both live on YouTube
    Fucking, total strangers in bars

    Lady, lady, please don’t fist her
    Some girls don’t like that
    Oh god, she’s my sister
    Please don’t fist her

    Lady

    3 min
  • Tiny Lena


    Musique Mécanique par le Théâtre Électrique ::

    "Sunday Morning" by The Velvet Underground

    :: Voix AI Solaria ::

    Lyrics ::
    Tiny Lena, has some problem
    Like the endless poetry about her pussy
    Sunday sucking, Monday fucking
    Waching her boring "Girls" show makes me gay

    Watch out, your ass is behind you
    There's always someone around you who will call
    You fat after all

    Tiny Lena, likes to fuck
    There is no known script, she cannot overact
    Lena has problems, problems with her cast
    It's Adam Driver, after all, made her show a hit

    Watch out, your ass is behind you
    There's always someone around you who will call
    You fat after all

    Watch out, your ass is behind you
    There's always someone around you who will call
    You 'funny farm doll'

    Tiny Lena, does dates, works gigs
    Lena Dunham makes small dicks big
    Lena writes poetry for pigs

    4 min
  • And Now, We Can't Begin


    Musique Mécanique par le Théâtre Électrique ::

    "And Now, We Can't Begin" by The Walrus and The Carpenters

    :: Voix AI Solaria ::

    Lyrics ::

    We've only just begun to fuck
    Black Lace and Punk Rock Klutz
    A fuck for luck and we both pass out

    Before the Pigs show up, we fuck
    So many friends to fuck
    We start to fuck and we fall asleep
    (And now, we can’t begin)

    Kicking old Grannies that are scum to us
    Watching for Pigs along the way
    Drinking virgin blood, just the two of us
    Working some scam jobs, underpaid
    (Underpaid)

    And when the sun goes down, we’ll rise
    Good time to get some sex
    We'll find a place where there's rooms to fuck
    (And now, we can’t begin)

    Sleeping in motels, that look down at us
    Watching for Pigs along the way
    Kicking a Grannie, just the two of us
    Screwing each other day by day
    Underpaid
    Underpaid

    And when the sun goes down, we’ll rise
    A time to get some head
    We'll find a place where there's rooms to fuck
    (And now, we can’t begin)
    4 min

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