Herbicide Covered Chocolate Ice Cream (Garage Rock Ver)

Описание: Hi! Welcome to my channel. All songs here are a collaboration between my subconscious, my conscious, and two types of AI. In short, they are dream songs. I've kept dream journals since 2002. I use ChatGPT to select the dreams and create genre prompts. I edit the lyrics and genres myself to get things right and I use Suno to make the songs. I've created about 20-30 songs per year of dream journaling. I'll slowly be adding them here. I hope you enjoy!

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
Midnight street, neon dead
Radar gun flashes twenty ahead
Drunks outside the party store
Buying one more drink before the war

A shopping cart blocks my lane
So I nudge it once—it don’t complain
I step out, give it one good shove
Then comes a shout: “Hey, hands off my stuff!”

[Pre-Chorus]
Jump back in, slam the door
They’re chasing now—I hit the floor
John's beside me, calm and thin
He just says, “Get us in line for that win”

[Chorus]
Herbicide covered chocolate ice cream
Lined up for joy, got sprayed with a dream
Thought it was kindness, thought it was care
Now poison’s dripping down everywhere
You said, “At least it’s still cold…”
But I tasted it—and it tasted like mold

[Verse 2]
Pizza first, then it morphs
To chocolate cones and candy storms
Mad Caddies hat two spots ahead
Lookin’ cool, but stupid dead

People run as the line speeds up
We jog to keep from messing up
Finally there, dessert in hand
Then a dude appears with a can in his hand

[Pre-Chorus]
He says, “It keeps it fresh, it’s clean!”
But it smells like death and gasoline
I try to wipe, I try to scrape
But that taste is fate—there’s no escape

[Chorus]
Herbicide covered chocolate ice cream
Laced in a moment that split at the seam
Thought I was safe, thought I was fed
Now I’m chewing dread instead of bread
You laughed and said, “Just eat around it”
But I couldn’t find a single clean bit

[Bridge – driving rhythm, maybe spoken-word]
Everyone’s lined up for something dumb
Pizza, chocolate, or slipping numb
Sprayed by the ones who think they know best
In this town where kindness fails the test

[Final Chorus]
Herbicide covered chocolate ice cream
Night drive’s over, so’s the dream
John says, “Next time, just get a slice”
But now I’m haunted by that bite of ice
One favor, one mistake
That’s all it ever takes

[Outro – fading, echoey]
Chocolate dreams in the pesticide air...
Should’ve stayed home... should’ve stayed... aware...