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Image Creation
Song Lyris Prompts
This image was created by prompting an AI image with the lyrics to the song,
"Mr. Bojangles"
Lyrics by
Jerry Jeff Walker
I knew a man
"Bojangles" and
He'd dance for you
In worn out shoes
Silver hair
A ragged shirt
And baggy pants
The old Soft Shoe
He jumped so high
He jumped so high
He'd lightly touch down
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Dance
19th Nervous Breakdown
Lyrics by
The Rolling Stones
You're the kind of person you meet at certain dismal, dull affairs
Center of a crowd, talking much too loud, running up and down the stairs
Well, it seems to me that you have seen too much in too few years
And though you've tried you just can't hide your eyes are edged with tears
You better stop, look around
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown
Lyrics by Don Henley
Boys of Summer
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Nobody on the road, nobody on the beach
I feel it in the air, the summer's out of reach
Empty lake, empty streets, the sun goes down alone
I'm driving by your house, though I know you're not home
But I can see you, your brown skin shining in the sun
You got your hair combed back and your sunglasses on, baby
I can tell you, my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone
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Lyrics by Dire Straights
Money for Nothing!
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Now look at them yo-yos, that's the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV
That ain't workin', that's the way you do it
Money for nothin' and your chicks for free
Now that ain't workin', that's the way you do it
Lemme tell ya, them guys ain't dumb
Maybe get a blister on your little finger
Maybe get a blister on your thumb
We got to install microwave ovens, custom kitchen deliveries
We got to move these refrigerators, we got to move these color TVs
See the little faggot with the earring and the make up
Yeah, buddy, that's his own hair
That little faggot got his own jet airplane
That little faggot, he's a millionaire
We got to install microwave ovens, custom kitchen deliveries
We got to move these refrigerators, we gotta move these color TVs
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Rocky Raccoon
Lyric by The Beatles
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Now somewhere in the black mining hills of Dakota
There lived a young boy named Rocky Raccoon
And one day, his woman ran off with another guy
Hit young Rocky in the eye
Rocky didn't like that
He said, "I'm gonna get that boy"
So one day, he walked into town
Booked himself a room in the local saloon
And Rocky Raccoon checked into his room
Only to find Gideon's Bible
Rocky had come equipped with a gun
To shoot off the legs of his rival
His rival, it seems, had broken his dreams
By stealing the girl of his fancy
Her name was Magill, and she called herself Lil
But everyone knew her as Nancy
Now, she and her man, who called himself Dan
We're in the next room at the hoe-down
Rocky burst in, and grinning a grin
He said, "Danny boy, this is a showdown"
But Daniel was hot, he drew first and shot
And Rocky collapsed in the corner, aaah
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Lyrics by The Beatles
Yellow Submarine
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In the town where I was born
Lived a man who sailed to sea
And he told us of his life
In the land of submarines
So we sailed on to the sun
Till we found the sea of green
And we lived beneath the waves
In our yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
Lyrics by Billy Ocean
Get Outa My Dreams, Get Into My Car
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Hey you, get into my car! Who me?
Yes you, get into my car
Woooooooooh. Wah! Hey
Who's that lady coming down the road?
Who's that lady?
Who's that woman walking through my door?
What's the score?
I'll be the sun shining on you
Hey Cinderella, step in your shoe
I'll be your nonstop lover
Get it while you can
Your nonstop miracle, I'm your man
Get outta my dreams
Get into my car
Get outta my dreams
(Get in the back seat, baby)
Get into my car
(Beep beep, yeah)
Get outta my mind
Get into my life
Lyrics by Roger Miller
King of the Road
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Trailer's for sale or rent
Rooms to let, 50 cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road
Third boxcar, midnight train
Destination Bangor, Maine
Old, worn out suit and shoes
I don't pay no union dues
I smoke old stogies I have found
Short, but not too big around
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road
I know every engineer on every train
All of their children, and all of their names
And every handout in every town
Every lock that ain't locked, when no one's around
I sing, trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, 50 cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road
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Image Manipulation
Starting Image
Michael's lost portion of his head was fixed, his orientation was changed and his white vest was altered to be black. Then he was combined with AI generated big bird and Miss Piggy with a Disneyland background. What do you think?
Ending Image
This collage is illusrative of how AI image software can act like a law enforcement sketch artist in altering a person's look. The upper left image is the original of my best friend & me watching a pro tennis match.
I prefer the aviators!
