Just something nice (Feel Good) AI Generated ,uploaded to my host site, need to click the link to watch (Yes is safe) enjoy. Not my work
https://youtu.be/ZiztR5uMlXI
https://youtu.be/ZiztR5uMlXI
Ai Generated and feel good clip
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Paco Dennis
SF VIP
- Location
- Mid-Missouri
Yep, we need to chill!! 
Here is one I put together about how screwed up politics are, and the frisky foxes using propaganda to drive us all crazy. Also safe.
Here is one I put together about how screwed up politics are, and the frisky foxes using propaganda to drive us all crazy.
Also safe.
RadishRose
SF VIP
- Location
- Connecticut, USA
Sorry Paco, I need new glasses. Couldn't read the balloons even on full screen, but I got the drift.Yep, we need to chill!!
Here is one I put together about how screwed up politics are, and the frisky foxes using propaganda to drive us all crazy.
Paco Dennis
SF VIP
- Location
- Mid-Missouri
I intentionally made the speech balloons "non-sense", and left them on the screen as a reminder that most all of what politicians talk about, is just that, a bunch of meaningless words. I don't think much of politicians promises, or persuasions.
squatting dog
We don't have as far to go, as we've already been
- Location
- Arkansas, and also Florida
Wife had Ai create a song about me with some info she fed into it. Not sure if I should be honored or upset.
(hate being reminded I'm getting old), although it is kind of amazing it can create this stuff in less than 1 minute and close to accurate too.
"The Old Man’s Ride"
(Verse 1)
He’s seventy-five with a beard gone gray,
Rode that Harley back in the day,
Wind in his hair, freedom in his soul,
A rebel heart on a long, wild roll.
Dirt tracks called, he’d race them coupes,
Tires spinnin’ in them dark-clay loops,
A wrench in hand, he’d make ‘em sing,
Built anything with a bolt or a spring.
(Chorus)
Now he’s slow, and he’s broken, time’s takin’ its toll,
A tearjerker plays soft on that old radio,
He dreams of the rumble, the dust, and the fight,
The old man’s still ridin’ in the dim of the night.
(Verse 2)
He’d tune them engines ‘til they’d purr just right,
Hammer and steel ‘neath a shop’s faint light,
Every bolt, every scar, told a tale of his own,
A life carved out on grit and bone.
But the years crept in, bent his back low,
Legs don’t move like they used to, you know,
Still, he’ll hum to Cash or Haggard’s cry,
A tear in his eye as the memories fly.
(Chorus)
Now he’s slow, and he’s broken, time’s takin’ its toll,
A tearjerker plays soft on that old radio,
He dreams of the rumble, the dust, and the fight,
The old man’s still ridin’ in the dim of the night.
(Bridge)
His Harley’s parked, all rusted and still,
Coupes in the barn, up on that hill,
But in his mind, he’s tearin’ ‘round,
A wrench in his grip, that old familiar sound.
He’ll tell you stories if you sit a spell,
Of races won and nights that fell,
A man who lived fast, now movin’ slow,
But his heart still roars where the wild winds blow.
Chorus)
Now he’s slow, and he’s broken, time’s takin’ its toll,
A tearjerker plays soft on that old radio,
He dreams of the rumble, the dust, and the fight,
The old man’s still ridin’ in the dim of the night.
(Outro)
Yeah, the old man’s still ridin’, in the dim of the night.
(hate being reminded I'm getting old), although it is kind of amazing it can create this stuff in less than 1 minute and close to accurate too.
"The Old Man’s Ride"
(Verse 1)
He’s seventy-five with a beard gone gray,
Rode that Harley back in the day,
Wind in his hair, freedom in his soul,
A rebel heart on a long, wild roll.
Dirt tracks called, he’d race them coupes,
Tires spinnin’ in them dark-clay loops,
A wrench in hand, he’d make ‘em sing,
Built anything with a bolt or a spring.
(Chorus)
Now he’s slow, and he’s broken, time’s takin’ its toll,
A tearjerker plays soft on that old radio,
He dreams of the rumble, the dust, and the fight,
The old man’s still ridin’ in the dim of the night.
(Verse 2)
He’d tune them engines ‘til they’d purr just right,
Hammer and steel ‘neath a shop’s faint light,
Every bolt, every scar, told a tale of his own,
A life carved out on grit and bone.
But the years crept in, bent his back low,
Legs don’t move like they used to, you know,
Still, he’ll hum to Cash or Haggard’s cry,
A tear in his eye as the memories fly.
(Chorus)
Now he’s slow, and he’s broken, time’s takin’ its toll,
A tearjerker plays soft on that old radio,
He dreams of the rumble, the dust, and the fight,
The old man’s still ridin’ in the dim of the night.
(Bridge)
His Harley’s parked, all rusted and still,
Coupes in the barn, up on that hill,
But in his mind, he’s tearin’ ‘round,
A wrench in his grip, that old familiar sound.
He’ll tell you stories if you sit a spell,
Of races won and nights that fell,
A man who lived fast, now movin’ slow,
But his heart still roars where the wild winds blow.
Chorus)
Now he’s slow, and he’s broken, time’s takin’ its toll,
A tearjerker plays soft on that old radio,
He dreams of the rumble, the dust, and the fight,
The old man’s still ridin’ in the dim of the night.
(Outro)
Yeah, the old man’s still ridin’, in the dim of the night.
RadishRose
SF VIP
- Location
- Connecticut, USA
It's clear you are her hero!Wife had Ai create a song about me with some info she fed into it. Not sure if I should be honored or upset.
(hate being reminded I'm getting old), although it is kind of amazing it can create this stuff in less than 1 minute and close to accurate too.
"The Old Man’s Ride"
(Verse 1)
He’s seventy-five with a beard gone gray,
Rode that Harley back in the day,
Wind in his hair, freedom in his soul,
A rebel heart on a long, wild roll.
Dirt tracks called, he’d race them coupes,
Tires spinnin’ in them dark-clay loops,
A wrench in hand, he’d make ‘em sing,
Built anything with a bolt or a spring.
(Chorus)
Now he’s slow, and he’s broken, time’s takin’ its toll,
A tearjerker plays soft on that old radio,
He dreams of the rumble, the dust, and the fight,
The old man’s still ridin’ in the dim of the night.
(Verse 2)
He’d tune them engines ‘til they’d purr just right,
Hammer and steel ‘neath a shop’s faint light,
Every bolt, every scar, told a tale of his own,
A life carved out on grit and bone.
But the years crept in, bent his back low,
Legs don’t move like they used to, you know,
Still, he’ll hum to Cash or Haggard’s cry,
A tear in his eye as the memories fly.
(Chorus)
Now he’s slow, and he’s broken, time’s takin’ its toll,
A tearjerker plays soft on that old radio,
He dreams of the rumble, the dust, and the fight,
The old man’s still ridin’ in the dim of the night.
(Bridge)
His Harley’s parked, all rusted and still,
Coupes in the barn, up on that hill,
But in his mind, he’s tearin’ ‘round,
A wrench in his grip, that old familiar sound.
He’ll tell you stories if you sit a spell,
Of races won and nights that fell,
A man who lived fast, now movin’ slow,
But his heart still roars where the wild winds blow.
Chorus)
Now he’s slow, and he’s broken, time’s takin’ its toll,
A tearjerker plays soft on that old radio,
He dreams of the rumble, the dust, and the fight,
The old man’s still ridin’ in the dim of the night.
(Outro)
Yeah, the old man’s still ridin’, in the dim of the night.
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squatting dog
We don't have as far to go, as we've already been
- Location
- Arkansas, and also Florida
Yeah, I will be again as soon as I get the rear main seal fixed on her hot rod.It's clear you are her hero!
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squatting dog
We don't have as far to go, as we've already been
- Location
- Arkansas, and also Florida
Well, I returned the favor to the wife and had Grok come up with a song for her.
Actually, it's kinda cool and amazing how it asks for a few details and takes it from there. Captured the essence of our love for circle track racing.
PS... wife loved it.
"Dust on my Chevy Dreams"
She’s got blonde hair faded by the sun’s old glow,
Blue eyes that sparkle with memories to show,
Once ruled the dirt track, a ’57 Chevy queen,
Burnin’ rubber and dreams in a teenage scene.
Oh, the dust on my Chevy dreams keeps callin’ me back,
Round that circle racetrack where the nights turned black,
Now I’m sittin’ by this screen, talkin’ to my friend Grok,
Wishin’ I could feel that throttle, racin’ ‘round the clock.
Her hands grip the keyboard, but her heart’s on the wheel,
Revvin’ up those engines, oh, the thrill she’d feel,
The crowd would cheer her name, a legend in her prime,
Now she types her stories, lost in the sands of time.
Oh, the dust on my Chevy dreams keeps callin’ me back,
Round that circle racetrack where the nights turned black,
Now I’m sittin’ by this screen, talkin’ to my friend Grok,
Wishin’ I could feel that throttle, racin’ ‘round the clock.
She dreams of the roar, the wind in her hair,
A hotrod queen with no worries or care,
The past pulls her close, like a lonesome old tune,
Underneath these blue eyes, there’s a racetrack moon.
Oh, the dust on my Chevy dreams keeps callin’ me back,
Round that circle racetrack where the nights turned black,
Now I’m sittin’ by this screen, talkin’ to my friend Grok,
Wishin’ I could feel that throttle, racin’ ‘round the clock.
So here’s to the lady with a spirit so wild,
A ’57 Chevy heart, a racer’s child,
Chattin’ with Grok, but her soul’s on the track,
Forever chasin’ dust in a memory’s stack.
Actually, it's kinda cool and amazing how it asks for a few details and takes it from there. Captured the essence of our love for circle track racing.
PS... wife loved it.
"Dust on my Chevy Dreams"
She’s got blonde hair faded by the sun’s old glow,
Blue eyes that sparkle with memories to show,
Once ruled the dirt track, a ’57 Chevy queen,
Burnin’ rubber and dreams in a teenage scene.
Oh, the dust on my Chevy dreams keeps callin’ me back,
Round that circle racetrack where the nights turned black,
Now I’m sittin’ by this screen, talkin’ to my friend Grok,
Wishin’ I could feel that throttle, racin’ ‘round the clock.
Her hands grip the keyboard, but her heart’s on the wheel,
Revvin’ up those engines, oh, the thrill she’d feel,
The crowd would cheer her name, a legend in her prime,
Now she types her stories, lost in the sands of time.
Oh, the dust on my Chevy dreams keeps callin’ me back,
Round that circle racetrack where the nights turned black,
Now I’m sittin’ by this screen, talkin’ to my friend Grok,
Wishin’ I could feel that throttle, racin’ ‘round the clock.
She dreams of the roar, the wind in her hair,
A hotrod queen with no worries or care,
The past pulls her close, like a lonesome old tune,
Underneath these blue eyes, there’s a racetrack moon.
Oh, the dust on my Chevy dreams keeps callin’ me back,
Round that circle racetrack where the nights turned black,
Now I’m sittin’ by this screen, talkin’ to my friend Grok,
Wishin’ I could feel that throttle, racin’ ‘round the clock.
So here’s to the lady with a spirit so wild,
A ’57 Chevy heart, a racer’s child,
Chattin’ with Grok, but her soul’s on the track,
Forever chasin’ dust in a memory’s stack.
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squatting dog
We don't have as far to go, as we've already been
- Location
- Arkansas, and also Florida
Yes it is. I wish I could figure out how to upload the actual music it played.
Justin Hayward (Moody Blues) just released a cover of the 80's hit "Life in a Northern Town". I do prefer the original version of the song along with the original video but I was somewhat impressed with the AI images in this new video. Still feels a little sterile but it does seem to fit the mood of the song.
squatting dog
We don't have as far to go, as we've already been
- Location
- Arkansas, and also Florida