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81b81583a5f368643f182f4fe09b542e48b33586125b8db89e9b79f235638ade

Prompt:

I'm a rock star and my hair is getting to long so it is very difficult to brush and keep clean. Progressive metal, intricate guitar work, upbeat

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Description:

The image captures a man in a black shirt, sitting on a stage and playing a guitar. He appears to be the main focus of the scene, with the guitar being the central object. The man's posture and facial expression convey a sense of passion and dedication to his craft. The stage setting suggests that he is performing in front of an audience, likely sharing his music with others. The overall atmosphere of the image is one of creativity and artistic expression.

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Lyrics:

Title: Hair in the Wind
Tags: Progressive Metal, Intricate Guitar Work, Upbeat

Verse 1:

I'm a rock star, in the spotlight's glare,
With a guitar in my hands and the wind in my hair.
But there's a problem that I just can't ignore,
My hair's getting too long, it’s a daily chore.

Pre-Chorus:

I try to brush it, but it’s tangled and wild,
Every step I take feels like I'm losing my style.
But the music’s my escape, the rhythm’s my friend,
No matter the struggle, I’ll play till the end.

Chorus:

Hair in the wind, like a storm in my soul,
Can't stop the music, can’t lose control.
Every chord I strike, I let go of the pain,
With my hair in the wind, I’m free again.

Verse 2:

The crowd is alive, and I’m lost in the sound,
With each note I play, I’m no longer bound.
I’m tangled in chords, but I don’t really mind,
In the chaos of life, this music’s divine.

Pre-Chorus:

I try to brush it, but it’s tangled and wild,
Every step I take feels like I'm losing my style.
But the music’s my escape, the rhythm’s my friend,
No matter the struggle, I’ll play till the end.

Chorus:

Hair in the wind, like a storm in my soul,
Can't stop the music, can’t lose control.
Every chord I strike, I let go of the pain,
With my hair in the wind, I’m free again.

Bridge:

Tangled thoughts, tangled hair,
But in this music, I don’t care.
The stage is set, the lights burn bright,
I’ll play this song through the darkest night.

Chorus:

Hair in the wind, like a storm in my soul,
Can't stop the music, can’t lose control.
Every chord I strike, I let go of the pain,
With my hair in the wind, I’m free again.

Outro:

With my hair in the wind, I’m free again,
In the chaos of life, the music’s my friend.