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

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Gone with the Gumdrops

FEB 18, 2024-1 MIN
Cyberpunk Apocalypse

Gone with the Gumdrops

FEB 18, 2024-1 MIN

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<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIdJJuyJWgE8UBVrK40NIaISM7nXZvtAer_-0GAe1syRV1XTMcAiO53ql-9_7AG7rSvFGz1sAcfAceMiThbwhTHUJRlKztYJ5sijZB7XC7vRtP6DGkAw2wFywRPt22AYvQzvunoweEl3z2E2UowIIPPE3x1nVri0DVqRPd6ZS2Y-nRXtdout4exw/s1600/IMG_4336.jpeg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="389" data-original-width="680" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIdJJuyJWgE8UBVrK40NIaISM7nXZvtAer_-0GAe1syRV1XTMcAiO53ql-9_7AG7rSvFGz1sAcfAceMiThbwhTHUJRlKztYJ5sijZB7XC7vRtP6DGkAw2wFywRPt22AYvQzvunoweEl3z2E2UowIIPPE3x1nVri0DVqRPd6ZS2Y-nRXtdout4exw/s1600/IMG_4336.jpeg"/></a></div> <center><audio controls style="width: 650px;"><br /> <source src="https://www.xenotec.org/GoneWithTheGumDrop.mp3" type="audio/mpeg"><br /> </audio><br /> <p>Musique Mécanique par le Théâtre Électrique ::</p><p>"Stairway to Heaven" by Led Zeppelin<br /> </p><p>:: Voix AI Jun :: </p></center> Lyrics :: <br> There's a lady who chews<br> When she feels the blues<br> And she's wanting a fresh pack of Black Jack<br> When she gets to the store<br> She notices a war<br> Men in gray men in blue deep in battle<br><br> Ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh<br> And she's wanting a fresh pack of Black Jack<br> There's a sign on the door<br> The Black Jack is no more<br> 'Cause you know, sometimes gum needs restocking<br> In a shop burning high<br> There's a soldier who may die<br> This young boy might have gum in his pocket<br><br> Ooh, she pulls his breeches<br> Ooh, she licks his peaches<br> whoa<br><br> She was looking for gum<br> Now she’s tasting some cum<br> And her craving increases for licorice<br> As she strolls through the streets<br> Fires burn all the treats<br> Did the Yankees bring gum for everyone?<br><br> Ooh, it makes her bolder<br><br> Ooh, she’ll fuck a soldier, whoa<br><br> An epiphany looms<br> If she rents out some rooms<br> All the soldiers will give her their clothing<br> With their pockets all ripped<br> Naked and well-equipped<br> Then a Bluecoat may slip her some Black Jack<br><br> Whoa,whoa,whoa<br><br> If you see an army in your garden, pull their pants down to the ground<br> The only gum here is Black Jack, a new invention<br> Yankees claim they get a pack a year<br><br> Ooh, it peaks her craving<br><br> This gum has dark and haunting flavor, whoa<br> The slaves sing praises as they savor<br><br> Dear lady, can you hear Rhett Butler?<br> When he’s chewing<br> His Black Jack sounds like the whispering wind<br><br> ah, ah, ah<br><br> But when you chew six slices each<br> You squawk like seagulls at the beach<br> Are you a lady or a whore<br> Who yearns for Black Jack more than smores<br> The city burns you’re eating cum<br> You vow to never lose your gum<br> Civil war stories from your past<br> The break of dawn will bring more crack<br> The soldiers stood tall but now half mast<br><br> You swallowed their gum, dreaming of Black Jack<br>