Prompt: Well, it'sFifty cups of coffee and you know it's onI move the crowd to the break of break of dawnCan't rock the house without the party peopleCause when we're getting down we are all equalThere's no better or worse between you and meBut I rock the mic so viciouslyLike pins and needles and words that stingAt the blink of an eye I will do my thingIt's like a needle in the cartridge when the record spinsLike diggin' down deep in the record binsEverybody gettin' down make no mistakeNothing sounds quite like an 8...0...8
Prompt: Well, it's Fifty cups of coffee and you know it's on I move the crowd to the break of break of dawn Can't rock the house without the party people Cause when we're getting down we are all equal There's no better or worse between you and me But I rock the mic so viciously Like pins and needles and words that sting At the blink of an eye I will do my thing It's like a needle in the cartridge when the record spins Like diggin' down deep in the record bins Everybody gettin' down make no mistake Nothing sounds quite like an 808
Prompt: Well, it's Fifty cups of coffee and you know it's on I move the crowd to the break of break of dawn Can't rock the house without the party people Cause when we're getting down we are all equal There's no better or worse between you and me But I rock the mic so viciously Like pins and needles and words that sting At the blink of an eye I will do my thing It's like a needle in the cartridge when the record spins Like diggin' down deep in the record bins Everybody gettin' down make no mistake Nothing sounds quite like an 808
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: i get knocked down then get up again yer not gonna keep me down , he drinks a whiskey and sings a bunch of songs 🍻 🎶 🎤
Prompt: My Father Was Black, My Mother Was DeckerBelieve Me My Friend, It Doesn't Get Any BetterThan Rack And Pinion Reasoning, Add A Little SeasoningCook At Ninety Eight Point Six DegreesLet Me Be The Bull, And You Be The PenSuch An Easy Way To Glorify SinIf I Am A Horse, You're A Venus In SpursEverything I Have Is Yours, So Take ItI Come Fully Loaded With An Option To BuyI've Got A Stick Shift Disposition And A Four Wheel MindI'll Give You Endless Mileage And Unlimited SpeedTotal Satisfaction Absolutely GuaranteedTurbo Boost Libido And Passive RestraintsAnd As Of Yet I Haven't Heard Even A Single ComplaintI've Got The Tools Of The Trade And A Fuel Injected HeartEfficiency Is Beautiful, Efficiency Is Art
Prompt: wut i wuld do if i sing out a tune then i stand up and walk out to be, lets drink a beer and we all sing along and we try not become zombies
Prompt: Radiating an aura of noble grace, Frigga was a figure whose mere presence commanded reverence.
Prompt: I came in from the outside, burnt out from a joyride She likes to roll here in my ashes anyway Played from the bedside is Stella by Starlight That was my heart, the drums that start off night and day The same kind of music haunts her bedroom I'm almost me again, she's almost you I wouldn't know where to start Sweet music playin' in the dark Be still my foolish heart Don't ruin this on me I wouldn't know where to start Sweet music playin' in the dark Be still my foolish heart Don't ruin this on me
Prompt: I wake up, but not really. My eyes are open, but I cannot move no matter how hard I try. What's that? Above me... It's just...black. Nothing. Empty space. No, it's writhing blackness. Scream. Please voice, scream. No, my voice betrays me. Tied to my own bed like a quadrapalegic. Breathing is hard, like breathing underwater. It hurts. The blackness slithers closer. I want to close my eyes but my eyelids won't work. No... Its inches from my nose. I can smell it's foul stench, like sulfer and brimstone and a hint of rottenness. Why? What does it want? I've been a decent human. I haven't done anything truly dark. I mean, the cat when I was ten but never again. It moves in...swallowing my being... I scream in my head...
Prompt: Fancy? I'm not drunk. Ouch Circle of the breast. H R L Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up. Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up. Oh, I'm going to take a nap.Happy birthday. Pee. Pee. The. G Phew Phew. P That's it. Damn. I'm going to do it. Good morning I'm so tired.
Prompt: Keep your 'lectric eye on me, babe Put your ray gun to my head Press your space face close to mine, love Freak out in a moonage daydream, oh yeah!
Prompt: I wanna be your slave, I wanna be your masterI wanna make your heartbeat run like rollercoastersI wanna be a good boy, I wanna be a gangster'Cause you could be the beauty and I could be the monsterI love you since this morning, not just for aestheticI wanna touch your body, so fucking electricI know you're scared of me, you say that I'm too eccentric
Prompt: I wanna be your slave, I wanna be your masterI wanna make your heartbeat run like rollercoastersI wanna be a good boy, I wanna be a gangster'Cause you could be the beauty and I could be the monsterI love you since this morning, not just for aestheticI wanna touch your body, so fucking electricI know you're scared of me, you say that I'm too eccentric
Prompt: You don't have to wait for summer to hit the beach, and singing isn't just for the pros. What I'm saying is, the things you want to do aren't tied to a specific time or dependent on talent. Even if I've only got three units of talent, I'm ready to start now. Put in seven units of effort to become a solid ten of myself. In this passionate but not quite brave stage of life, I hope you've got the guts to push forward no matter wha
Prompt: make an image of these lyrics : A state of crisis is declared Whatever we say, whatever we do We get bogged down, we fade away, in the face of the threat FACE OF THE THREAT Who is lounging and little by little becomes clearer Like a punch in the gum From nuclear accidents to open-air platforms, We have always had the art and the way To slowly smear our atmosphere Take a look around you Can you tell me what you see there? Can you tell me what you're breathing? Can you tell me what that inspires you? No pain no fear No clever thing from the hate My city's on fire Cholera miasma Opening up to the ashes, walking through the dark Look around you No pain no fear What do you seek in my head I never had a little chance Can we really talk about the future? The worst is yet to come A max in the gore Let's stop making circus faces at our kids and making them believe it. That tomorrow everything will be better, Our world is a bomb, a bomb, between every minute, every second, the gong of slaughter resonates
Prompt: What I've got, you've got to give it to your mamma What I've got, you've got to give it to your papa What I've got, you've got to give it to your daughter You do a little dance and then you drink a little water
Prompt: You walk this earth without a heart You tear the innocent's souls apart You shovel your conscience into the grave You walk this earth without a heart Your uniform couldn't be taken off A tattoo burned into your flesh Your mind, your voice These are your instruments of death How could you dare to be so bold You only did as you were told Marionettes dancing in time To the apologetic lines For all the monsters of our time Who is evil, who is blind? In the name of who you'll find A city of souls dying for peace Welcome to the belly of the beast One mind, one voice Welcome to the belly of the beast Who hears your voice? Millions, never, never again Madness, never, never again Martyrs, dead that can't die Monsters Insanity, the normal state The left hand a hammer, the right the stake Driven so deep into the heart It's killing love, it's killing faith It's killing 'cause it's from the heart What better way to demoralize When your own children are your spies The things you trust are not the same Trust in death, trust in grief Trust in hope is trust in pain Who is evil, who is blind? In the name of who you'll find You're not supposed to question faith But how do you accept this fate? Millions, you walk this earth without a heart Madness, tear the innocent's souls apart Martyrs, shovel your conscience into the grave Monsters
Prompt: Lip Gloss and Black,(Bleeding Mascara),my sanity on the funeral pyre,demonology and heartache,the crimson,rememberance ballad,corseting,dilated,tulips are better,a vampire's lament,a song for the optimists,This Flesh a Tomb,FIVE VICODIN chased with a shot of clarity,
Prompt: once i rose above the noise and confusion just to get a glimps beyond this illusion inset a course for winds of fortune yadda yadda masquerading as a man with a reason my charade is the event of the season and if i claim to be a wise man it surely means that i dont know cast about like a ship on the ocean something about devotion etc etc
Prompt: use this lyrics : With a precise shot, returns to the dust Look what they're forcing me to do TO DO I carry out his plan, like a god who tends his garden My job is gold, tailored suit, tie and shaved head I bump into a woman and child lying on the sofa I erase my tracks, clean up and go to bed Call a briefcase full of money And no questions asked I shed blood The innocent I'm a merciless killer Every action has a price That of a lost soul in a confessional Alone in hell ends the animal kingdom! And I keep telling myself that it’s for my homeland I'm a covert agent protecting my family I'm a pawn ruled by the crown A fallen angel in a dead end
Prompt: Disheveled hair, sweaty, smiling, drunken, and With a torn shirt, singing, the jug in hand Narcissus loudly laments, on his lips, alas, alas! Last night at midnight, came and sat right by my bed-stand Brought his head next to my ears, with a sad song Said, O my old lover, you are still in dreamland The lover who drinks this nocturnal brew Infidel, if not worships the wine's command Go away O hermit, fault not the drunk Our Divine gift from the day that God made sea and land Whatever He poured for us in our cup, we just drank If it was a cheap wine or heavenly brand The smile on the cup's face and Beloved's hair strand Break many who may repent, just as Hafiz falsely planned.
Prompt: Disheveled hair, sweaty, smiling, drunken, and With a torn shirt, singing, the jug in hand Narcissus loudly laments, on his lips, alas, alas! Last night at midnight, came and sat right by my bed-stand Brought his head next to my ears, with a sad song Said, O my old lover, you are still in dreamland The lover who drinks this nocturnal brew Infidel, if not worships the wine's command Go away O hermit, fault not the drunk Our Divine gift from the day that God made sea and land Whatever He poured for us in our cup, we just drank If it was a cheap wine or heavenly brand The smile on the cup's face and Beloved's hair strand Break many who may repent, just as Hafiz falsely planned.
Prompt: Jared Leto seated in a black leather office chair, white shirt, black pants, CEO's office room of a large company.
Prompt: so handsome Lord Shiv Hindu god as a baby toddler character with a black bull in Himalayas, front facing, hyper ultra realistic , premium quality Cinematic lighting, ultra hyper resolution, 8k, full hd
Negative: Close up, Don't cut the head in the frame, two heads, two faces, plastic, Deformed, blurry, bad anatomy, bad eyes, crossed eyes, disfigured, poorly drawn face, mutation, mutated, ((extra limb)), ugly, poorly drawn hands, missing limb, blurry, floating limbs, disconnected limbs, malformed hands, blur, out of focus, long neck, long body, ((((mutated hands and fingers)))), (((out of frame))), blender, doll, cropped, low-res, close- up, poorly-drawn face, out of frame double, two heads, blurred, ugly, disfigured, too many fingers, deformed, repetitive, black and white, grainy, extra limbs, bad Anatomy High pass filter, airbrush, portrait, zoomed, soft light, smooth skin, closeup, deformed, extra limbs, extra fingers, mutated hands, bad anatomy, bad proportions blind, bad eyes, ugly eyes, dead eyes, blur, vignette, out of shot, out of focus, gaussian, closeup, monochrome, grainy, noisy, text, writing, watermark, logo, oversaturation, over saturation, over shadow, bad lighting
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time 'Cause at 5 o'clock, they take me to the Gallows Pole The sands of time for me are running low Running low, yeah! When the priest comes to read me the last rites Take a look through the bars at the last sights Of a world that has gone very wrong for me Can it be that there's some sort of error? Hard to stop the surmounting terror Is it really the end, not some crazy dream? Somebody, please tell me that I'm dreaming It's not easy to stop from screaming The words escape me when I try to speak Tears flow, but why am I crying? After all, I'm not afraid of dying Don't I believe that there never is an end? As the guards march me out to the courtyard Somebody cries from a cell, \"God be with you\" If there's a God, why has he let me go? As I walk, my life drifts before me Though the end is near I'm not sorry Catch my soul, it's willing to fly away Mark my words, believe my soul lives on Don't worry now that I have gone I've gone beyond to seek the truth When you know that your time is close at hand Maybe then you'll begin to understand Life down here is just a strange illusion
Prompt: I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time 'Cause at 5 o'clock, they take me to the Gallows Pole The sands of time for me are running low Running low, yeah! When the priest comes to read me the last rites Take a look through the bars at the last sights Of a world that has gone very wrong for me Can it be that there's some sort of error? Hard to stop the surmounting terror Is it really the end, not some crazy dream? Somebody, please tell me that I'm dreaming It's not easy to stop from screaming The words escape me when I try to speak Tears flow, but why am I crying? After all, I'm not afraid of dying Don't I believe that there never is an end? As the guards march me out to the courtyard Somebody cries from a cell, \"God be with you\" If there's a God, why has he let me go? As I walk, my life drifts before me Though the end is near I'm not sorry Catch my soul, it's willing to fly away Mark my words, believe my soul lives on Don't worry now that I have gone I've gone beyond to seek the truth When you know that your time is close at hand Maybe then you'll begin to understand Life down here is just a strange illusion
Prompt: I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time 'Cause at 5 o'clock, they take me to the Gallows Pole The sands of time for me are running low Running low, yeah! When the priest comes to read me the last rites Take a look through the bars at the last sights Of a world that has gone very wrong for me Can it be that there's some sort of error? Hard to stop the surmounting terror Is it really the end, not some crazy dream? Somebody, please tell me that I'm dreaming It's not easy to stop from screaming The words escape me when I try to speak Tears flow, but why am I crying? After all, I'm not afraid of dying Don't I believe that there never is an end? As the guards march me out to the courtyard Somebody cries from a cell, \"God be with you\" If there's a God, why has he let me go? As I walk, my life drifts before me Though the end is near I'm not sorry Catch my soul, it's willing to fly away Mark my words, believe my soul lives on Don't worry now that I have gone I've gone beyond to seek the truth When you know that your time is close at hand Maybe then you'll begin to understand Life down here is just a strange illusion, by odd Nerdrum, Beksinski, Michael Whelan, Kim Keever, Raphael, Caravaggio, Rembrandt
Prompt: Imagine a vibrant nightlife scene, bursting with energy and color. In the center, a bustling dance floor teems with people, each moving rhythmically to the pulsating beats of the latest hits. The air is electric with excitement, illuminated by a kaleidoscope of neon lights that dance across the walls and ceiling, creating a dynamic, ever-changing tapestry of color.Around the dance floor, groups of friends gather, chatting and laughing over their drinks, their faces lit by the soft glow of ambient lighting. The atmosphere is one of joy and freedom, a place where the worries of the day fade away, replaced by the thrill of the night.In this lively setting, the sounds, sights, and scents converge to create a sensory feast. The music, a mix of contemporary and classic tunes, sets the mood, inviting everyone to let loose and enjoy the moment. The air carries a mix of fragrances – a hint of perfume, a whiff of a tantalizing cocktail, the subtle aroma of excitement.This nightlife scene is a melting pot of cultures and styles, where diverse groups of people come together to celebrate life. It's a place of connection, where new friendships are forged, and memories are made, all under the canopy of the vibrant, exhilarating night sky.
Prompt: In that moment, I was yet to grasp the contradictory nature of humanity. I had no inkling of how much sincerity could be tainted by pretense, how nobility could harbor hidden vices. Perhaps, even in the clutches of evil, virtues could be discovered. A cyberpunk-inspired city emerges from these words, where everyone is engrossed in their own affairs, wrapped in mutual apathy.
Prompt: In that moment, I was yet to grasp the contradictory nature of humanity. I had no inkling of how much sincerity could be tainted by pretense, how nobility could harbor hidden vices. Perhaps, even in the clutches of evil, virtues could be discovered. A cyberpunk-inspired city emerges from these words, where everyone is engrossed in their own affairs, wrapped in mutual apathy.
Prompt: I don't need no chitter chatter Sweet nothings, tiresome natter Words get in the way I don't need to hear what you have to say. Chat up lines have become a bore I just need a man I adore c lustful hold and stare c passionate love affair I'm an old fashioned girl Looking for a man to show me romance Shower me with kisses and a moonlit dance I want you to wow me Take me back to black and white, like a silent movie Squeeze me tight but hold your tongue I want you to wow me c gentleman will never tell Like a silent movie I don't need no talking pictures
Style: Origami
Prompt: Each and every one of us, as long as you keep running hard, no matter how slow you run, no matter how far you go, we will always welcome the moment of dawn
Prompt: Lucky me, swimmin' in my ability Dancin' down on life with agility Come and drink it up, from my fertility Blessed with a bucket of lucky mobility
Prompt: battle of the bands with music taking up physical representation dramatic stylish gritty cool
Prompt: We venture into the foulest filth of the forlorn frontier, on the furthest fringes of civic corruption where crooked councils conduct clandestine collusions. Cubicles hold captive craven conspirators conjuring depraved deceits against citizens scrounging scraps in this sideshow land. Here nightmare narratives are nurtured in speakeasies swilling abscess absinthe at bowels of municipal machinery.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: The patron saint of people who lip sync to songs that they don't know all the words to it but go for it anyway.
Prompt: I'd like to close my eyes, go numbBut there's a cold wind coming fromThe top of the highest high-rise todayIt's not a breeze cause it blows hardYes and it wants me to discard the humanity I knowWatch the warmth blow away
Negative: blurry
Prompt: I'd like to close my eyes, go numbBut there's a cold wind coming fromThe top of the highest high-rise todayIt's not a breeze cause it blows hardYes and it wants me to discard the humanity I knowWatch the warmth blow away
Negative: blurry
Prompt: This night went well for me, I escaped from that woman's window just in time. Of course I would have told the husband that I was just keeping his lady company while he was busy spending his time in the town tavern. But I don't think he would have thanked me for my service to his better half. I always prefer women with whom I can agree on a price. This is why they know me as Shadow, the Prince of Thieves and Brothels
Prompt: Fancy? I'm not drunk. Ouch Circle of the breast. H R L Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up. Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up. Oh, I'm going to take a nap.Happy birthday. Pee. Pee. The. G Phew Phew. P That's it. Damn. I'm going to do it. Good morning I'm so tired.
Style: Low Poly
Prompt: Earth moves, sky falls, crumbles. Stand tall. Let sky fall. Crumbles. Feel the tremor, witness sky's collapse. Unyielding stance amid chaos. Embrace descent, confront rupture. Skyfall's descent beckons, unbroken resolve. A dance of elements, ground shifts, heavens collapse. Resilient stand defies impending doom. Let sky fall, witness its demise. Stand firm amidst chaos. Unshaken, face the fall. Earth trembles, sky crumbles—a spectacle of disarray. Amid ruins, defiance persists. In the symphony of collapse, a resilient silhouette stands. Unraveling skies, unwavering stance. Face the disintegration, stand united. Let sky fall, a testament to unwavering strength
Prompt: Earth moves, sky falls, crumbles. Stand tall. Let sky fall. Crumbles. Feel the tremor, witness sky's collapse. Unyielding stance amid chaos. Embrace descent, confront rupture. Skyfall's descent beckons, unbroken resolve. A dance of elements, ground shifts, heavens collapse. Resilient stand defies impending doom. Let sky fall, witness its demise. Stand firm amidst chaos. Unshaken, face the fall. Earth trembles, sky crumbles—a spectacle of disarray. Amid ruins, defiance persists. In the symphony of collapse, a resilient silhouette stands. Unraveling skies, unwavering stance. Face the disintegration, stand united. Let sky fall, a testament to unwavering strength
Prompt: each person has their own rhythm and that success does not always follow a straight line. Don't compare yourself to others and celebrate your own achievements along the way.
Prompt: I don't need no chitter chatter Sweet nothings, tiresome natter Words get in the way I don't need to hear what you have to say. Chat up lines have become a bore I just need a man I adore c lustful hold and stare c passionate love affair I'm an old fashioned girl Looking for a man to show me romance Shower me with kisses and a moonlit dance I want you to wow me Take me back to black and white, like a silent movie Squeeze me tight but hold your tongue I want you to wow me c gentleman will never tell Like a silent movie I don't need no talking pictures
Style: Photographic
Prompt: You and I are two different things One cloud's tears of water Let's break on the ground with rhinestones We'll scatter around and around... Endless downward desire Rewarded by the sun's gaze Brings joy to the grass You and I will be placed next to each other...
