Month: March 2024

‘Overnight’ — Lyrics To A Prince-Like Song Generated By Claude 3

Verse 1:
The club was jumpin’, the beat was pumpin’
When I saw her across the crowded floor
A vision of beauty, movin’ to the groovy
I had to get next to her, I wanted more

I made my way over, smooth like a rover
Whispered in her ear, “Shall we dance?”
She flashed a smile and for a while
We moved together in a sensual trance

Chorus:
Dancing all night until the morning light
Bodies entwined, leaving the world behind
No need to speak, our bodies could speak
The language of love with every rhythmic grind

Verse 2:
The DJ was spinning, the vibe was winning
As we got lost in the luminous haze
Her hypnotic stare, the scent of her hair
Was drawing me in in a wanton craze

I pulled her near, feeling the heat, oh so dear
This magical moment, I’ll never forget
She leaned in close, her breath was the most
Intoxicating feeling I’ve ever met

(Chorus)

Bridge:
The hour grew late but we couldn’t wait
To explore this rapture we were feeling
Shameless and crazed, our lust was razed
The climax of our dance was surely nearing

(Chorus)

Outro:
As the sun began to rise over the skyline
We emerged from the club, morning dew on our skin
Hand in hand, the night a blur, we began
A new dance, one that had just begun

‘The Thing About It Is’ — Lyrics To A Pop Ballad Generated By ChatGPT

(Verse 1)
The thing about it is, it’s like a silent scream,
Echoing through the corridors of a fractured dream,
It twists and turns, a tangled vine,
In the garden of my mind, it entwines.

(Chorus)
Oh, the thing about it is, it’s a whisper in the wind,
A cryptic code only I can comprehend,
It dances on the edge of reason’s abyss,
Oh, darling, the thing about it is.

(Verse 2)
It’s the flicker of a candle in a darkened room,
A fleeting glimpse of a forgotten tomb,
It’s the ache in my bones, the yearning in my soul,
A puzzle unsolved, yet to be whole.

(Chorus)
Oh, the thing about it is, it’s a riddle in the night,
A ghostly figure bathed in moonlight,
It weaves through the fabric of time and space,
Leaving behind only traces.

(Bridge)
Caught in the web of my own creation,
I search for meaning in this endless rotation,
But the thing about it is, it defies explanation,
A kaleidoscope of my own imagination.

(Chorus)
Oh, the thing about it is, it’s a labyrinth of thought,
A labyrinth where I am caught,
It teases and taunts, yet I cannot resist,
Oh, darling, the thing about it is.

(Outro)
So I’ll embrace the mystery, let it unfold,
In the depths of my being, it takes hold,
For the thing about it is, it’s a part of me,
A symphony of chaos and beauty, wild and free.

‘Good Heart’ — Lyrics To A Ballad Generated By ChatGPT

I told ChatGPT to use “delusional jerk with a good heart” as the chorus of the song, but the rest is of its own making.

(Verse 1)
In the haze of a neon-lit street,
Where the shadows dance to a lonely beat,
There’s a man with dreams torn apart,
A delusional jerk with a good heart.

He walks the line between hope and despair,
With every step, burdened by the wear and tear,
Searching for truth in a world so dark,
A delusional jerk with a good heart.

(Chorus)
Oh, he’s a delusional jerk with a good heart,
Chasing dreams that tear him apart,
In a world that’s cruel, tearing him apart,
But still, he’s a delusional jerk with a good heart.

(Verse 2)
He wears his scars like a badge of pride,
Though deep inside, he’s terrified,
Of the love he craves, but can’t impart,
A delusional jerk with a good heart.

Through the laughter and the tears he’s shed,
He holds on tight to the words unsaid,
Hoping someday he’ll find his part,
A delusional jerk with a good heart.

(Chorus)
Oh, he’s a delusional jerk with a good heart,
Chasing dreams that tear him apart,
In a world that’s cruel, tearing him apart,
But still, he’s a delusional jerk with a good heart.

(Bridge)
He’s not just a fool lost in his dreams,
There’s a glimmer of hope in his silent screams,
A flicker of light in the endless night,
A delusional jerk, but he’ll be alright.

(Chorus)
Oh, he’s a delusional jerk with a good heart,
Chasing dreams that tear him apart,
In a world that’s cruel, tearing him apart,
But still, he’s a delusional jerk with a good heart.

(Outro)
So let him wander, let him roam,
In the depths of his mind, he’ll find a home,
For he’s more than he seems from the start,
A delusional jerk with a good heart.

I May Not Be Able To Afford A Manuscript Consultant Before I Start To Query My First Novel

by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner

I’ve had mixed results when it comes to paying manuscript consultants to help me improve the text of my novel. Too often, they get all snooty on me and won’t even help me at all. I’ve long assumed that between finishing the novel and querying it, I would pay a literary consultant to look over the final copy of the novel.

I spent all my money on booze. Wink

Well, I just don’t know if that’s going to be possible.

I live in poverty and I just don’t have the hundreds of dollars necessary to pay someone to look over the novel. And, really, I’m well aware of problems with the first novel. I think — think — I can self-correct those problems without having to pay someone.

I sure would be nice, though, to get someone to look over the novel. I have to accept that I’m a broke ass motherfucker and I just have to make do with what I got.

I’m Going To Have To Lean Into Character With This Novel

by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner

Because of the dramatic restructuring of my first novel, I now have a lot — A LOT — more space to go into character. This is both good and bad. It’s good because the novel is now more character driven, but bad because, well, it takes time to think up characters and their motivations.

The heroine of my novel looks like Morena Baccarin.

And as my storytelling ability gets better and better, I will occasionally pause and mull how hard it will be to make the novel both a page turner and have really well-though-out characters.

In my quest to think through my characters, I may watch Fleabag again in an effort to figure out how Phoebe Waller-Bridge did what she did. I think I can learn a lot from her that respect. What makes a good character? What makes one compelling enough that people get upset or emotional when something happens to them?

My heroine has a sleeve tattoo similar to the one Megan Fox now sports.

I have a long ways to go and short time to get there. The thing is — for a number of years, I’m been so busy working on just establishing some stability with the story of this novel that I’ve totally been oblivious to the importance of character.

Now, like waking up from a dream, I find myself realizing how important character is to this novel and how I need to start fleshing out my characters ASAP.

So, we’ll see.

Our Bumpy Future

by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner

Here are some events we have to worry about going forward.

Biden’s Age
From here on out, we have to worry about how old Biden is. He’s in his 80s now and, well, yikes. Harris, should she — God forbid — ever become POTUS unexpectedly, would eventually grow into the position but it would be a very bumpy transition.

Trump Might Win (or Lose)
No matter what, because of how divided we are, no matter what, win or lose, we may have to deal with another coup attempt by Trump. If Trump wins, then he might go full tyrant on us and then there might be a Blue Revolution that leads to a Red Civil War. Ugh.

Trump Will Run Again If He Loses In 2024
There is every reason to believe that even if we defeat fascism and Trump in 2024, that he will run AGAIN in 2028. All he has to do is win once and we’re fucked. So, if Biden can run at his age, then ding-dong Trump sure as hell will do the same thing four years from now if he loses — even if he’s in prison.

So…we’re in for a very unstable future.

I Tried to Update ‘Bombs Over Baghdad’ With ChatGPT And This is What I Got — It’s Not Very Good

(Verse 1)
In the concrete jungle, where the sky meets the street,
Every pulse racing, every heartbeat on repeat.
From the feeds to the headlines, chaos in the air,
In this modern world, it’s like we’re living in despair.

(Chorus)
Flares over timelines, chaos in the trends,
In this digital era, can we make amends?
From the tweets to the posts, it’s a virtual brawl,
In the online age, who’s standing tall?

(Verse 2)
From the corridors of power to the city blocks,
Every voice silenced by the digital clocks.
Fake news and real fears, blending into one,
In the modern world, where do we find the sun?

(Chorus)
Flares over status updates, truth lost in the haze,
In the age of disinformation, can we change our ways?
From the memes to the threads, it’s a virtual maze,
In the digital age, where’s the escape?

(Bridge)
In the echo of algorithms, where’s our say?
In the noise of notifications, can we find our way?
From the likes to the shares, it’s a constant stream,
In the modern world, is it all just a dream?

(Chorus)
Flares over bandwidth, silence in the crowd,
In the labyrinth of data, can we speak aloud?
From the clicks to the scrolls, it’s a rapid pace,
In the digital age, can we find our own space?

(Outro)
In this modern world, where do we stand?
In the age of connection, do we understand?
Beneath the surface of the screens, is there truth to find?
In the modern world, it’s a state of mind.

‘Brace Brace Brace (Heads Down, Stay Down’) — ChatGPT Generated Lyrics To A Dance Pop Song

(Verse 1)
In the shadows, I’m lurking, a spark in the night,
With a pulse so electric, gonna set things alight,
Eyes fixed on you, in my web you’re entwined,
A game of hearts and minds, but you’ll soon find

(Pre-Chorus)
Senses heightened, anticipation in the air,
Unaware of the tempest, of what’s lurking there,
I hold the cards, unseen, up my sleeve,
In this dance we’re weaving, you’ll start to believe

(Chorus)
BRACE BRACE BRACE, HEADS DOWN STAY DOWN,
Once under my spell, you’ll wear my crown,
BRACE BRACE BRACE, HEADS DOWN STAY DOWN,
A whirlwind awaits, as we paint the town.

(Verse 2)
Painting lips with secrets, a smile so sly,
You think you’re in control, but that’s just a lie,
Caught in my orbit, a moth to my flame,
But beware, darling, nothing’s the same

(Pre-Chorus)
Pulsing rhythms, whispers in the dark,
A labyrinth of desire, a tantalizing spark,
Behind these eyes, a tempest brews,
In this game of hearts, you’ll start to lose

(Chorus)
BRACE BRACE BRACE, HEADS DOWN STAY DOWN,
Once under my spell, you’ll wear my crown,
BRACE BRACE BRACE, HEADS DOWN STAY DOWN,
A whirlwind awaits, as we paint the town.

(Bridge)
A puppeteer unseen, strings in hand,
In this tango of souls, I’ll make you understand,
I am the architect, the master of fate,
In the symphony of us, it’s never too late

(Chorus)
BRACE BRACE BRACE, HEADS DOWN STAY DOWN,
Once under my spell, you’ll wear my crown,
BRACE BRACE BRACE, HEADS DOWN STAY DOWN,
A whirlwind awaits, as we paint the town.

‘She’s A Bop’ — A Rap Song Generated By ChatGPT

(Verse 1 – Megan Thee Stallion)
Yeah, she’s a bop, watch her move, she’s so fly,
In a world where they try to dim her shine, but she’s too high,
She ain’t taking no mess, she’s on her grind,
Reclaiming her power, leaving haters behind.

(Verse 2 – Nicki Minaj)
Yo, Nicki in the building, let’s go, uh,
She’s a bop, never let ’em tie her down,
Breaking barriers, running this town,
They try to silence her, but she’s too loud,
Queen in her own right, she wears her crown.

(Chorus – Megan Thee Stallion)
She’s a bop, yeah, she’s on top,
More than just a pretty face, she’ll never flop,
Dancing through the pain, taking control,
She’s a bop, and she’s on a roll.

(Verse 3 – Megan Thee Stallion)
They try to tell her what to do, how to act,
But she’s rewriting the rules, ain’t nobody gonna hold her back,
She’s fierce, she’s fearless, she’s in control,
She’s a bop, and she’s stealing the show.

(Verse 4 – Nicki Minaj)
Hey, it’s Nicki, gotta spit that fire,
She’s a bop, breaking free from the wire,
In a world full of doubt, she’s the truth,
Boss chick mentality, that’s her proof.

(Chorus – Megan Thee Stallion)
She’s a bop, yeah, she’s on top,
More than just a pretty face, she’ll never flop,
Dancing through the pain, taking control,
She’s a bop, and she’s on a roll.

(Bridge)
From the streets to the stage, she’s owning it all,
Riding high, never gonna fall,
She’s a bop, breaking barriers down,
With Megan and Nicki, she wears the crown.

(Chorus – Megan Thee Stallion & Nicki Minaj)
She’s a bop, yeah, she’s on top,
More than just a pretty face, she’ll never flop,
Dancing through the pain, taking control,
She’s a bop, and she’s on a roll.

‘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.