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590c46a0e52f23b70e42c8636863a919f266ae39ce78340a3750f45b21c53e5b

Prompt:

Write a retrofuturistic song about corn growing in the middle of an abandoned city, kernels popping in the heat of an apocalyptic sun. Swing Jazz, Lounge, Cyberpunk, Glitchy, Electronic.

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Description:

The image depicts a serene scene of a sunset over a lush, green field. The sun is setting behind a hill, casting a warm glow over the landscape. The sky is filled with a variety of birds, each flying at different heights and distances, creating a sense of movement and life. The birds are scattered throughout the scene, with some flying closer to the foreground and others further away, adding depth and dimension to the image. The combination of the vibrant colors, the birds in flight, and the tranquil atmosphere of the sunset creates a captivating and visually appealing scene.

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Lyrics:

Title: Kernels in the Heat
Tags: Swing Jazz, Lounge, Cyberpunk, Glitchy, Electronic

Verse 1:
In the ruins, where the cities fall,
Corn stands tall, defying it all.
The sun beats down, an apocalyptic glow,
But the kernels pop, like a secret show.

Pre-Chorus:
In the silence, in the dust, in the heat,
Where the rhythm of the world skips a beat.
The sound of life in the ash and rust,
Corn grows wild, we can only trust.

Chorus:
Kernels in the heat, popping slow,
Under the glow of a world we don't know.
Jazz on the air, glitch in the sky,
As the city burns, we still stand by.

Verse 2:
Neon lights flicker, flickering slow,
While the fields of corn in the shadows grow.
A glitch in the system, a rhythm in time,
Like a jazz beat, it's rhythm and rhyme.

Pre-Chorus:
In the shadows, in the light, in the air,
A cornfield blooms, we can't compare.
Where the future's dark, and the city's lost,
We dance in the dust, no matter the cost.

Chorus:
Kernels in the heat, popping slow,
Under the glow of a world we don't know.
Jazz on the air, glitch in the sky,
As the city burns, we still stand by.

Bridge:
Fading neon and a sunburned sky,
In the silence, we ask ourselves why.
Corn keeps growing, no matter the storm,
A glitch in the system, we still transform.

Outro:
Under the heat, we won't say goodbye,
Corn in the city, and we will fly.
Kernels in the heat, popping slow,
As the world burns, we watch it all glow.