• Id:

    ccf531428037ba90c4a13dd211e80f0435b786cc2a4a045d2c9199cb7c181562
  • Prompt:

    a stinky trash dump

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    Trash and Treasure
  • Description:

    The image features a red and white cart filled with various items, including a pile of rocks and a couple of apples. The cart is situated on a rocky surface, giving the impression of a rugged and adventurous environment. The scene evokes a sense of exploration and discovery, as the cart's contents seem to be a mix of natural and man-made objects. The apples and rocks create a unique contrast, suggesting that the cart's owner might be a collector or someone who appreciates the diverse elements found in nature.

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  • Lyrics:

    Title: Trash and Treasure
    Tags: Folk, Acoustic, Male/Female Duet
    
    [Verse 1]  
    The cart rolls down the stony road,  
    A mix of junk and things I’ve known.  
    Rocks and apples, left behind,  
    A stinky treasure, hard to find.  
      
    [Chorus]  
    Oh, the dump is where I roam,  
    A patch of earth, a rolling stone.  
    Where trash meets treasure, that's my home,  
    I wander on, with nothing but stones.  
      
    [Verse 2]  
    Red and white, the cart’s been here,  
    A little smelly, but crystal clear.  
    A pile of rocks, apples too,  
    The world’s a mess, but it’s all I knew.  
      
    [Chorus]  
    Oh, the dump is where I roam,  
    A patch of earth, a rolling stone.  
    Where trash meets treasure, that's my home,  
    I wander on, with nothing but stones.  
      
    [Bridge]  
    I collect the things that others throw,  
    A little junk, but it starts to glow.  
    A mountain high, a pile of pride,  
    In the trash, I take my stride.  
      
    [Chorus]  
    Oh, the dump is where I roam,  
    A patch of earth, a rolling stone.  
    Where trash meets treasure, that's my home,  
    I wander on, with nothing but stones.  
      
    [Outro]  
    The cart's full up with everything,  
    Rocks and apples, let them sing.  
    In the stinky dump, I found my wings,  
    And now I’m free to collect all things.