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  • Prompt:

    a rock star has let his hair grow too long, so he is having difficulty keeping it brushed and clean. Prog rock, math rock, electronic, dramatic, bright

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    Tangled in the Echo
  • Description:

    The image features a man with long hair, a beard, and a mustache, looking into the distance with a contemplative expression. He appears to be a hipster, possibly a musician or artist, as he stands in front of a vibrant, colorful background. The man's gaze and the vivid colors of the scene create a sense of depth and intrigue, inviting the viewer to explore the story behind his thoughts and emotions.

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  • Lyrics:

    Title: Tangled in the Echo
    Tags: Prog Rock, Math Rock, Electronic, Dramatic, Bright
    
    [Intro]
    Electric shimmer in the air,
    Strands of thought, wild and bare.
    
    [Verse 1]
    Brushed a thousand times, still wild,
    Each knot a memory, undefined.
    Staring past the mirror's gaze,
    A rock star lost in tangled haze.
    
    [Chorus]
    Tangled in the echo of yesterday’s song,
    Hair too long, the rhythm's all wrong.
    Can’t tame the mane, can’t find the beat,
    Fingers caught in loops on repeat.
    
    [Verse 2]
    Shadows dance in the neon gleam,
    Ideas snarl like a twisted dream.
    Once was sharp, now soft and slow,
    Time unwinds in a static flow.
    
    [Chorus]
    Tangled in the echo of yesterday’s song,
    Hair too long, the rhythm's all wrong.
    Can’t tame the mane, can’t find the beat,
    Fingers caught in loops on repeat.
    
    [Bridge]
    Each strand sings a note of the past,
    Brush through chords that never last.
    Swept by thoughts I used to own,
    Now I play a brush of tone.
    
    [Guitar Solo]
    
    [Chorus]
    Tangled in the echo of yesterday’s song,
    Hair too long, the rhythm's all wrong.
    Can’t tame the mane, can’t find the beat,
    Fingers caught in loops on repeat.
    
    [Outro]
    Let the static fade into a dream,
    Clean or not, I’m part of the stream.
    Long hair, long riffs, I belong—
    Tangled in the echo of my song.
    
    [End]