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03f7413f51429d5a2d348e5329e47b3036c852f2337c5d5a451501ae36d18737safePrompt:
Image Prompt: “A tired office worker in a modern home office, surrounded by scattered budget papers and glowing laptop screens showing calendar meetings. It’s Friday evening, and golden sunset light spills through the window. In the corner, a vibrant yellow Les Paul-style electric guitar sits on a stand, glowing with anticipation. The worker gazes longingly at it, headphones around their neck, ready to escape into music. The vibe is warm, slightly chaotic, but full of anticipation and relief.” Song Prompt: “Write a chill indie rock song titled ‘Friday Strings’ with a groovy, laid-back tempo. The lyrics should express the exhaustion of back-to-back meetings and financial planning, with verses about juggling spreadsheets and Zoom calls. The chorus should capture the cathartic feeling of finally picking up a new yellow Les Paul guitar as the reward at the end of a long week. The tone should be a mix of playful frustration and musical relief, with electric guitar riffs symbolizing freedom
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Description:
The image depicts a tired office worker sitting in a modern home office, surrounded by scattered budget papers and glowing laptop screens. It's Friday evening, and golden sunset light spills through the window. The worker is wearing headphones and looking longingly at a vibrant yellow Les Paul-style electric guitar that sits on a stand in the corner. The guitar glows with anticipation, symbolizing the worker's desire to escape into music after a long week of meetings and financial planning. The vibe of the image is warm, slightly chaotic, but full of anticipation and relief.
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Title: Friday StringsTags: Indie Rock, Chillwave, Groovy[Verse 1] Coffee cold, and my eyes half-closed Deadlines pile like dominoes Spreadsheets dance across the screen Numbers blur into machine [Pre-Chorus] Clock ticks down, but the calls go on Muted mic, fake smile worn too long [Chorus] But I see you, yellow six-string Glowing bright like a summer fling When the week unravels and the inbox stings I pick you up — my Friday strings [Verse 2] Echoes of meetings, one after another Budget cuts and finance chatter Tabs on tabs, I’m trapped in code Wearing stress like a second coat [Pre-Chorus] Slack still pings, as I turn away Golden light says it's time to play [Chorus] 'Cause I see you, yellow six-string Calling out like a freedom hymn In this chaos, you're the one who sings My sweet escape — my Friday strings [Guitar Solo] [Bridge] No more charts, no more Zoom I’ve found rhythm in this room Sunset paints the world in gold And I’ve got stories left untold [Chorus] Now I feel you, yellow six-string In my hands, everything begins Shred the silence, let the chorus ring All week long, I dream of Friday strings [Outro] All week long, I dream of Friday strings Let it ring, let it ring… [Fade Out]