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  • Id:

    cc1700ff2082ffd5cbc5322310164cb2fb9b1c0e6596bd3c1af806ba387e6e5c
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  • Prompt:

    2. Title: Chlorophyll Daydream 🍃✨ Genre: Psychedelic Folktronica 🌿🔊 Backstory: This bootleg tape 📼 was uncovered in a moss-covered cabin 🛖 in the Pacific Northwest 🌲. The artist claims it was recorded using plant-based instruments 🌱 and sunlight ☀️ as a metronome. Layers of organic synths and acoustic plucks create a soundscape that feels both alien 👽 and intimately green 🍀. Some say the recordings change depending on the season 🍂❄️🌷☀️.

  • Image:

    Chlorophyll Daydream 🍃✨

  • Description:

    The image depicts a forest scene with a green creature sitting on a branch, surrounded by trees. The creature appears to be a mix of a frog and a monkey, with a frog-like head and a monkey-like body. The forest is illuminated by a full moon, creating a serene and magical atmosphere. The green creature seems to be enjoying the peaceful night, possibly daydreaming or observing the surrounding environment.

  • Songs:

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  • Lyrics:

    Title: Chlorophyll Daydream 🍃✨
Tags: Psychedelic Folktronica, Dream Pop, Experimental

In the green glow of the forest, where the moss softly breathes,  
Whispers rise like starlight, from the roots beneath.  
A creature swings on branches, both a frog and a friend,  
Daydreams ripple through the leaves, where time has no end.  
  
Chlorophyll daydreams, woven from the sun,  
Plucking strings of silver vines, as day and night become one.  
I hear the leaves are singing, they hum a sacred tune,  
A melody of moments, under the watchful moon.  
  
A gentle hum, a pulse in the dirt,  
The rhythm of the Earth that never hurts.  
Sunlight flickers through the trees,  
A metronome, as soft as the breeze.  
  
Chlorophyll daydreams, wrapped in twilight’s lace,  
A world that shifts with every phase,  
Of the moon above, and the soil below,  
Where all the secrets of the forest grow.  
  
I drift on winds that carry songs,  
Of places where the forest belongs.  
A frog with a monkey's soul,  
Lost in the rhythm, feeling whole.  
  
The green creature, lost in thought,  
In this world of dreams, we are caught.  
The cabin’s tape hums, old yet new,  
The forest speaks, and so do you.  
  
Chlorophyll daydreams, under the velvet sky,  
Where the leaves are always dancing, and the days pass by.  
Come, let the forest cradle your mind,  
In the songs of the Earth, we find.