Musique Mécanique par le Théâtre Électrique ::

"The Game of Thrones" by Ramin Djawadi

:: Voix AI Solaria ::

Lyrics ::

Cocks and Cunts, a Kingdom of fucking and death
No swords up my ass 'til I catch my breath
Whores and Wars and Castle Gates built to last
Please don't cut off my face and shove it up your ass

Cocks and Cunts, a Kingdom of fucking and death
No swords up my ass 'til I catch my breath
Oh fuck, what the Hell?
You cut off my damn head and threw it into a well

Behind the scenes at The Globe Theatre, Southwark, the Robot Bob Mortimer talks about Shakespearean Scientist Brian Cox...

Kraken Mare :: Mars Underground :: Gay Girls in Paradise :: V.2038 RA

ILLUSTRATION :: "Professor Hawking attempts to push BRIAN COX into a black hole."

Musique Mécanique par le Théâtre Électrique ::

"Nightclubbing" by Blank and Jones

Musique Mécanique par le Théâtre Électrique ::

"Ziggy Stardust" by David Bowie

:: Voix AI Jun

Musique Mécanique par le Théâtre Électrique ::

"Ashes to Ashes" by David Bowie

:: Voix AI Jun

Musique Mécanique par le Théâtre Électrique ::

"Love My Way" by The Psychedelic Furs

Musique Mécanique par le Théâtre Électrique ::

"Wild World" by Cat Stevens

:: Voix AI Jun

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
Moonfucker, Moonfucker

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

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