Category: Hindsight 2020

‘She’s A Bop’ — Lyrics To A Pop Song Generated By ChatGPT

(Verse 1)
She struts, scars hidden beneath her shine,
In a world where shadows prey on her design,
She won’t fall, won’t play their game,
She’s rewriting endings, reclaiming her name.

(Chorus)
She’s a bop, rewriting the script,
More than just a victim, she’s equipped,
Dancing through the pain, rewriting her song,
She’s reclaiming power, where she belongs.

(Verse 2)
They try to cage her with words unkind,
But she’s found her voice, leaving doubts behind,
Breaking chains, forging her own path,
A phoenix rising from the aftermath.

(Chorus)
She’s a bop, rewriting the script,
More than just a victim, she’s equipped,
Dancing through the pain, rewriting her song,
She’s reclaiming power, where she belongs.

(Bridge)
She’s the echo of strength, the whisper of grace,
Sculpting her future, in this boundless space,
A warrior, a queen, in every glance,
Her truth rewriting what’s left to chance.

(Chorus)
She’s a bop, rewriting the script,
More than just a victim, she’s equipped,
Dancing through the pain, rewriting her song,
She’s reclaiming power, where she belongs.

(Outro)
To the ones who dare diminish her light,
She’s reclaiming her narrative, taking flight,
May her story resonate, may her spirit thrive,
For she’s rewriting endings, where she’s alive.

‘User Error’ — ChatGPT-Generated Song Lyrics

(Verse 1)
Lost in code’s intricate design,
Where errors whisper, secrets confined,
Neon glitches flash, in shadows they gleam,
A fragmented dream within a dream.

(Chorus)
User error, in the brain’s tangled web,
Echoes haunt, a refrain I can’t grab,
Bits unravel, in the depths of night,
User error, in the flicker of light.

(Verse 2)
Lines of code, poetic and obscure,
Yet fail to capture what’s impure,
Static hums, a symphony of doubt,
In the screen’s silence, I seek a way out.

(Chorus)
User error, in the brain’s tangled web,
Echoes haunt, a refrain I can’t grab,
Bits unravel, in the depths of night,
User error, in the flicker of light.

(Bridge)
Binary illusions, control’s facade,
In algorithmic chaos, lost and flawed,
Data flows, an endless sea,
Yet I drown in this digital decree.

(Chorus)
User error, in the brain’s tangled web,
Echoes haunt, a refrain I can’t grab,
Bits unravel, in the depths of night,
User error, in the flicker of light.

(Outro)
Silent servers, echoes fade,
A ghost in the machine, in shadows stayed,
Seeking truth in this labyrinth’s thrall,
In the heart of the error, I might find my all.

I Find Myself Thinking Of Seoul Again

by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner

For some reason, I find myself daydreaming about a return to South Korea sooner rather than later. I have no idea why this is. Maybe someone in South Korea is thinking about me really hard?

Anyway, barring something I just can’t predict, I won’t be returning to Asia for some time. The only known way with a clear timetable for me to return to Asia for a while would be if I sold one or both of my novels and they had some success. But from what I know of the post-production nature of the publishing industry….oh boy. It could be five years before anything like that happens — and that’s if I stick the landing.

So, I am just going to have to stew in my juices I suppose. I am going to be well past my prime by the time I return to Asia and it just won’t be the same or as much fun. And, in all honesty, if I hadn’t blown out an emotional knee after Seoul, I would have moved to NYC to seek my fame and fortune.

But….oh boy….I’m older now. A lot older now. And there is a small, small chance that if I found myself not in Seoul or NYC but in LA that I MIGHT be able to find a modicum of success simply because of my personality.

And, yet….I just can’t change how old I am.

‘Radical Moderates’ Will Be Key To Deposing Tyrant Trump If It Comes To That

by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner

One of the many differences between living in South Korea and the United States is how fast things move in South Korea relative to the US. In the US, things change gradually then all at once after years of not much going on. Usually, this abrupt change happens around the four year election cycle.

What is interesting is the issue of what are we going to should Trump get re-elected and proceed to go “full tyrant” in 2025. Everything hinges on what I would call pissed off Traditionalists — Radical Moderates. If these principled conservatives are so aghast that the dystopian hellscape that people like me have been ranting about and predicted when it comes to Trump has actually come about….maybe we could depose Tyrant Trump?

But that would be just the beginning of the horrors we would face — deposing Trump would just mean a civil war because Red States, who support Trump’s tyranny, would get really upset and would start to leave the Union.

So, I don’t know what to tell you, folks.

I guess I can just hope that I can get refugee status and get the fuck out the country in some way — maybe as a published author?

Morena Baccarin Is Pretty Much Exactly What My Heroine Looks Like As I Write Her

by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner

Morena Baccarin

Morena Baccarin not only is the about the right age — at least in appearance — for my heroine, she also has the right vibe for her. But, of course, this is all just silly daydreaming — I haven’t even finished the novel yet, much less successfully queried it.

But no one reads the blog other than a few stalkers so, lulz, what difference does it make if I indulge myself a little bit?

The Conditions Are There For A Very Dark Future

by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner

The Republican Party has radicalized so much that there is a pretty good chance that the moment they have the ability to turn us into an autocratic white Christian ethnostate, they will. They want to replace the administrative state with the moralistic state.

The big question is, of course, what happens when they catch the car? What will Blues do? I throw around ideas like a revolution or civil war, but I don’t know. It’s possible we just slide into a white Christian ethnostate and that’s that. There will be a huge brain drain, a Constitutional Convention and, lulz, we ally with Russia, Hungary and Turkey going forward.

That seems like a very real possibility.

Or, put another way — we’re headed into a very unstable and dark future with our eyes wide open. We know where we’re headed, and, yet, we are lulzing it.

ChatGPT-Generated Lyrics To A R&B Song called ‘I’m Done With You Bud’

(Verse 1)
I used to believe every word you’d say,
But now I see through your game, it’s time to walk away.
You thought you had me wrapped around your finger,
But I’ve grown stronger, I won’t let you linger.

(Pre-Chorus)
I’ve shed my tears, cried my last cry,
I won’t be fooled by your sweet lies.
You thought you could play me like a fool,
But now I’m breaking free from your rule.

(Chorus)
I’m done with you, bud, no more second chances,
I’m moving on, leaving behind your advances.
You thought you had me, but you were wrong,
I’m done with you, bud, so long, so long.

(Verse 2)
You used to have me under your spell,
But now I see the truth, it’s time to bid farewell.
I won’t be held back by your empty promises,
I’m stepping out of the shadows, reclaiming my solace.

(Pre-Chorus)
I’ve shed my tears, cried my last cry,
I won’t be fooled by your sweet lies.
You thought you could play me like a fool,
But now I’m breaking free from your rule.

(Chorus)
I’m done with you, bud, no more second chances,
I’m moving on, leaving behind your advances.
You thought you had me, but you were wrong,
I’m done with you, bud, so long, so long.

(Bridge)
I won’t be your puppet on a string,
I won’t dance to the tune you sing.
I’m taking back my power, finding my groove,
I’m done with you, bud, it’s time to make my move.

(Chorus)
I’m done with you, bud, no more second chances,
I’m moving on, leaving behind your advances.
You thought you had me, but you were wrong,
I’m done with you, bud, so long, so long.

(Outro)
I’m done with you, bud, I’m walking away,
I’m done with the games you play.
I’m done with you, bud, it’s time to say goodbye,
I’m done with you, bud, this is my time to fly.

ChatGPT-Generated Lyrics To A Techno Song Called ‘Conation’

(Verse 1)
Electrify the night, with neon lights,
In the city streets, where the wildness bites.
Pulsating beats, in the urban sprawl,
Consciousness adrift, we heed the call.

(Pre-Chorus)
Feel the rhythm, deep in your bones,
As the world around us, comes alive and drones.
Synchronize our souls, to the cosmic flow,
In the chaos, we find our undertow.

(Chorus)
Conation, in motion, we’re one with the sound,
Lost in the moment, where dreams are found.
In the ether, we’re free to roam,
Conation, the beat is our home.

(Verse 2)
Through the haze of lights, we transcend,
Boundaries dissolve, as we ascend.
Echoes of the past, fade into the night,
In this sonic cathedral, we take flight.

(Pre-Chorus)
Feel the rhythm, deep in your bones,
As the world around us, comes alive and drones.
Synchronize our souls, to the cosmic flow,
In the chaos, we find our undertow.

(Chorus)
Conation, in motion, we’re one with the sound,
Lost in the moment, where dreams are found.
In the ether, we’re free to roam,
Conation, the beat is our home.

(Bridge)
Synthesized dreams, collide and ignite,
In this sonic landscape, we take our flight.
No boundaries, no limits, just pure sensation,
Conation, the heart of creation.

(Chorus)
Conation, in motion, we’re one with the sound,
Lost in the moment, where dreams are found.
In the ether, we’re free to roam,
Conation, the beat is our home.

(Outro)
In the pulse of the night, we find our release,
In the rhythm of life, we find our peace.
Conation, the journey never ends,
In the dance of existence, we transcend.

Lyrics To A ChatGPT-Generated Song Called ‘It Hurts To Drink’

(Verse 1)
In the neon glow of this smoky room,
Sippin’ on whiskey, chasing the gloom.
Memories like shadows, they haunt my mind,
Lost in the past, can’t leave it behind.

(Chorus)
It hurts to drink, but it hurts to think,
Of all the love we shared, now it’s on the brink.
Pour me another, numb the pain inside,
But it hurts to drink, when you’re not by my side.

(Verse 2)
Empty bottles, they line the bar,
Trying to drown out these scars.
Every sip, it cuts like a knife,
Living with regret, it’s the price of life.

(Chorus)
It hurts to drink, but it hurts to think,
Of all the love we shared, now it’s on the brink.
Pour me another, numb the pain inside,
But it hurts to drink, when you’re not by my side.

(Bridge)
I hear your laughter, echoing in my head,
But now you’re gone, and I’m alone instead.
I raise my glass, to what used to be,
But it’s just me and this bottle, here with me.

(Chorus)
It hurts to drink, but it hurts to think,
Of all the love we shared, now it’s on the brink.
Pour me another, numb the pain inside,
But it hurts to drink, when you’re not by my side.

(Outro)
In this lonely bar, I’ll drown my sorrows tonight,
But tomorrow’s another day, maybe things’ll be alright.
Though it hurts to drink, and it hurts to think,
I’ll keep holding on, till the pain begins to shrink.

A Google Gemini AI Hack (Maybe?)

by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner

Just screwing around, I’ve found that one way to get Google’s Gemini AI to give you an answer, any answer, on some subjects is to tell it to give you “its best guess.”

It will spit out an answer right away.

YMMV