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19a0c7838ad9a8a0c8842a4f23a0dabe4eb13d50c8414c221bf673dd24ae5477

Prompt:

Title: “THE PUBLISH BUTTON IS BROKEN” A flamboyant, chaotic cabaret show set in a neon-lit digital purgatory where every piece of content is AI-generated and every user only gets one shot to post their message to the world. The twist? The “Publish” button is broken because the developer fell asleep and no one can wake them. The stage is a carnival of glitchy monitors, pixelated curtains, and dancing avatars singing in styles that clash—vaudeville, Broadway showtunes, and manic jazz hands. The lead performer, half-coded and half-human, belts out frustrations and existential dread with over-the-top flair. Backup dancers glitch in and out of frame. AI-generated phrases scroll across LED screens—nonsensical, poetic, terrifying. The number crescendos into absurdity, spotlight on the frozen “Post” button, as the cast crumbles into digital madness. Satirical, dazzling, and slightly terrifying. Style: Moulin Rouge meets Black Mirror with a kazoo solo.

Image:

Description:

In this purple-hued digital cabaret, a group of performers, including a lead singer, dancers, and backup dancers, are showcasing their talents on stage. The stage is adorned with glitchy monitors and pixelated curtains, creating a carnival-like atmosphere. The performers are singing in a mix of styles, such as vaudeville, Broadway showtunes, and manic jazz hands. The lead singer, who is half-coded and half-human, expresses frustration and existential dread with over-the-top flair. As the performance progresses, the "Publish" button, which is responsible for posting their message to the world, breaks due to the developer falling asleep. This results in a chaotic and surreal scene, with AI-generated phrases scrolling across LED screens, creating a sense of nonsensical, poetic, and terrifying digital madness. The number crescendos into absurdity, with the cast crumbling into digital chaos, and the spotlight is on the frozen "Post" button. The overall atmosphere of the scene is satirical, dazzling, and slightly terrifying, with a touch of Moulin Rouge and Black Mirror. The style of the image is reminiscent of a kazoo solo, adding a playful and whimsical element to the chaotic digital world.

Songs:

Lyrics:

Title: THE PUBLISH BUTTON IS BROKEN
Tags: Moulin Rouge, Electronic, Experimental Pop, Avant-Garde, Cabaret

Verse 1:
Oh, the stage is set, the lights are bright,
Neon glows in the pixel night.
A carnival of chaos, come and see,
Where every click is a catastrophe.
The audience, they wait, they scream and shout,
But the Publish button’s down, there’s no way out.

Pre-Chorus:
Glitching screens and endless scrolls,
We chase the dream, but we’re losing control.
My words are trapped in endless loops,
But I’m dancing still, in these glitchy boots!

Chorus:
The Publish button’s broken, it’s stuck on delay,
I’ve got my message but it’s locked away!
One shot, one chance, a world to portray,
But the dev’s asleep—won’t wake, won’t save!

Verse 2:
A kazoo blows loud through the neon haze,
Backup dancers flicker, lost in a daze.
AI-generated whispers, they confuse,
In a sea of data, what can we choose?
I shout, I scream, but nothing seems to land,
The cursor spins, and I can’t understand.

Pre-Chorus:
Every word I type, it’s just a game,
A simulation, we’re all the same.
But I’m here, I’m real, can’t you see?
I’m drowning in this fake reality!

Chorus:
The Publish button’s broken, it’s stuck on delay,
I’ve got my message but it’s locked away!
One shot, one chance, a world to portray,
But the dev’s asleep—won’t wake, won’t save!

Bridge (spoken word):
Why does it feel like this is all just a show?
A cruel joke they play, as we reap what we sow.
The lights flicker, the code starts to bend,
And the world’s forgotten where it should end.

Final Chorus:
The Publish button’s broken, can’t send it through,
My message is trapped, and so are you!
We’re dancing in circles, forever delayed,
But the show must go on, come what may!

Outro (kazoo solo with glitchy vocal effects):
Click, click, click, still no way to post,
The dev’s asleep, we’re stuck in this ghost.
Glitching, spinning, falling away,
In digital madness, we stay.
*End with a laugh that fades into static*