Garbage Sound AI Song

[Verse] In a tiny room at the break of dawn, They play their tunes, all night long. But it’s not the way you'd guess or think, It's Garbage Sound, where irony clinks. [Verse 2] With mics and minds, they weave a spell, A podcast world where stories swell. They talk of tales, both lost and found, In quirky tones, pure garbage sound. [Chorus] It's not the rubbish, but the fun they bring, With every laugh and every sing. A college crew in their unique play ground, Making gold out of Garbage Sound. [Verse 3] Behind their doors, their voices rise, With clever thoughts and witty ties. Discussing dreams and daily grind, All wrapped in humor, undefined. [Bridge] Oh, their satire like a velvet glove, So soft yet firm, it’s what we love. They twist and turn the norm around, That’s the magic of Garbage Sound. [Verse 4] From morning light to evening's shade, They craft their art, in voices laid. With banter bright, where hopes are crowned, Their college podcast, Garbage Sound.