fillu, I get around My kinda town I'm a real cool head I'm makin' real good bread I'm gettin' bugged driving up and down the same old strip I gotta find a new place where the kids are hip My buddies and me are gettin' real well known Yeah, the bad guys know us and they leave us alone <lora:FantasyIllustration:1>

Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book It took me years to write, will you take a look? It's based on a novel by a man named Lear And I need a job so I want to be a paperback writer <lora:tbh234-sdxl:0.7>

worx, Baby love, my baby love I need ya, oh, how I need ya But all you do is treat me bad Break my heart and leave me sad Tell me, what did I do wrong to make you stay away so long? <lora:worx:1>

sweetegl, I made it through the wilderness Somehow I made it through Didn't know how lost I was Until I found you I was beat Incomplete I'd been had, I was sad and blue But you made me feel Yeah, you made me feel Shiny and new <lora:SweetLolitaXLv4.23:1>

art by grabianski, Now here you go again, you say you want your freedom Well, who am I to keep you down? It's only right that you should play the way you feel it But listen carefully to the sound of your loneliness Like a heartbeat drives you mad In the stillness of remembering what you had And what you lost <lora:grabianski:1>

It was a night like this forty million years ago I lit a cigarette, picked up a monkey skull to go The sun was spitting fire, the sky was blue as ice I felt a little tired, so I watched Miami Vice I walked a dinosaur, I walked a dinosaur <lora:80s:1> 80slora

All the old-paintings on the tomb They do the sand dance, don't you know? If they move too quick They're falling down like a domino All the bazaar men by the Nile They got the money on a bet Gold crocodiles They snap their teeth on your cigarette <lora:Ancient_Egypt_Painting_Style:0.0>

Her hair is Harlow gold Her lips, a sweet surprise Her hands are never cold She's got Bette Davis eyes She'll turn the music on you You won't have to think twice She's pure as New York snow She got Bette Davis eyes <lora:DetailedEyes_xl_V3:1>

Richard Scarry, I'm comin' home, I've done my time Now I've got to know what is and isn't mine If you received my letter telling you I'd soon be free Then you'll know just what to do if you still want me If you still want me Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon 'round the ole oak tree It's been three long years, do you still want me? (still want me) If I don't see a ribbon 'round the ole oak tree I'll stay on the bus, forget about us, put the blame on me If I don't see a yellow ribbon 'round the ole oak tree <lora:Richard_Scarry_Style_XL:1>

the letter G made out of bones, illustration,style of H. R. Giger, <lora:tbh295-sdxl:1>

Yesterday All my troubles seemed so far away Now it looks as though they're here to stay Oh, I believe in yesterday Suddenly I'm not half the man I used to be There's a shadow hanging over me Oh, yesterday came suddenly Why she had to go I don't know, she wouldn't say I said something wrong Now I long for yesterday <lora:add-detail-xl:1> <lora:CSW-Style-2:1> abstract watercolor, csw

Well, since my baby left me I found a new place to dwell Down at the end of Lonely Street At Heartbreak Hotel Where I'll be, I'll be so lonely, baby I'll be lonely I'll be so lonely, I could die <lora:add-detail-xl:1> <lora:1990s-sdxl:1>

Mother, mother There's too many of you (crying:1.2) Brother, brother, brother There's far too many of you (dying:1.2) You know we've got to find a way To bring some lovin' here today, yeah <lora:add-detail-xl:1> <lora:Ben Aronson Style:1> Ben Aronson Style page

I love the colorful clothes she wears And the way the sunlight plays upon her hair I hear the sound of a gentle word On the wind that lifts her perfume through the air <lora:add-detail-xl:1> <lora:iris-xl:1>

What you want, baby, I got it What you need, do you know I got it? All I'm askin' is for a little respect when you come home <lora:add-detail-xl:1> <lora:Art_Frahm:1> painting from the 1950s

Andrew Wyeth Style, On a dark desert highway Cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas Rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim I had to stop for the night There she stood in the doorway I heard the mission bell And I was thinking to myself This could be heaven or this could be hell Then she lit up a candle And she showed me the way There were voices down the corridor I thought I heard them say <lora:add-detail-xl:1> <lora:Andrew Wyeth Style:1>

It might seem crazy what I'm 'bout to say Sunshine she's here, you can take a break I'm a hot air balloon that could go to space With the air, like I don't care, baby, by the way, huh <lora:add-detail-xl:1> <lora:cutedoodle_XL:1>

drawing of, Trailer's for sale or rent Rooms to let, 50 cents No phone, no pool, no pets I ain't got no cigarettes Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room I'm a man of means by no means King of the road <lora:jhs_lora_charcoal style:1,0.7>

travel photography, Young man, there's no need to feel down, I said Young man, pick yourself off the ground, I said Young man, 'cause you're in a new town There's no need to be unhappy Young man, there's a place you can go, I said Young man, when you're short on your dough you can Stay there and I'm sure you will find Many ways to have a good time <lora:add-detail-xl:1> <lora:Travel_photography_sdxl:1>

beautypinupart, Oh yes, wait just a minute Mr. Postman Please Mr. Postman, look and see Is there a letter in your bag for me? Please, please Mr. Postman It's been a might long time Since I heard from that boyfriend of mine There must be some word today From my boyfriend so far away <lora:PinupManiaXL_V1.0:1>

Color me your color, baby Color me your car Color me your color, darling I know who you are Come up off your color chart I know where you're coming from Call me (call me) on the line Call me, call me any, anytime <lora:ink_splashing:1> ink splashing

You fill up my senses Like a night in a forest Like the mountains in springtime Like a walk in the rain Like a storm in the desert Like a sleepy blue ocean You fill up my senses Come fill me again <lora:landscapes:1>

a rough oil painting, Just a small town girl Livin' in a lonely world She took the midnight train going anywhere Just a city boy Born and raised in South Detroit He took the midnight train going anywhere <lora:add-detail-xl:1> <lora:rough-oil-sat-mega-adam-e:1>

vintage cinematic scene, (Wise men:1.1) say Only (fools:1.1) rush in But I can't help Falling in love with you <lora:add-detail-xl:1> <lora:Wizards_Vintage_Cinematic_scene:1>

Don't go changing to try and please me You never let me down before, And don't imagine you're too familiar And I don't see you anymore I would not leave you in times of trouble We never could have come this far I took the good times, I'll take the bad times I take you just the way you are <lora:add-detail-xl:1> <lora:Tulip:1>

illustration,style of Tory Burch, Stop! In the name of love Before you break my heart Baby, baby I'm aware of where you go Each time you leave my door I watch you walk down the street Knowing your other love you'll meet But this time before you run to her Leaving me alone and hurt After I've been good to you After I've been sweet to you <lora:tbh317-sdxl:0.8>

kouartist, They told him, "Don't you ever come around here" "Don't wanna see your face, you better disappear" The fire's in their eyes and their words are really clear So beat it, just beat it You better run, you better do what you can Don't wanna see no blood, don't be a macho man You wanna be tough, better do what you can So beat it, but you wanna be bad <lora:kou10:1>

style of william bouguereau, Kiss me out of the bearded barley Nightly beside the green, green grass Swing, swing, swing the spinning step You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress kiss me beneath the milky twilight Lead me out on the moonlit floor Lift your open hand Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance Silver moon's sparkling <lora:tbh202-sdxl:0.6> <lora:ClearHand-V2_xl:1>

afrofuturism, I hear the drums echoing tonight But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation She's coming in, 12:30 flight The moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation I stopped an old man along the way Hoping to find some old forgotten words or ancient melodies He turned to me as if to say, "Hurry boy, it's waiting there for you" <lora:ClearHand-V2_xl:1> <lora:Afrofuturist_Fashion:1>

style of kieth haring, I get up, and nothin' gets me down You got it tough I've seen the toughest around And I know just how you feel You got to roll with the punches And get to what's real can't you see me standin' here I got my back against the record machine I ain't the worst that you've seen <lora:tbh164-sdxl:0.6>

We're gonna write a little letter Gonna mail it to my local D.J It's a rockin' little record I want my jockey to play Roll over Beethoven I gotta hear it again today <lora:tbh121-sdxl:0.5> style of Franz Xaver Winterhalter

Gold Coast slave ship bound for cotton fields Sold in the market down in New Orleans Scarred old slaver know he's doin' alright Hear him whip the women, just around midnight Brown sugar, how come you taste so good? <lora:tbh273-sdxl:0.4> Harry Furniss style

Let me take you down 'Cause I'm going to strawberry fields Nothing is real And nothing to get hung about Strawberry fields forever <lora:landscapes:1>

Every breath you take And every move you make Every bond you break Every step you take I'll be watching you Every single day And every word you say Every game you play Every night you stay I'll be watching you <lora:tbh219-sdxl:0.5> style of John Kenn Mortensen

One, two, three o'clock, four o'clock rock Five, six, seven o'clock, eight o'clock rock Nine, ten, eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock rock We're gonna rock around the clock tonight Put your glad rags on and join me hon' <lora:liam-wong-sdxl-v1:0.9> in the style of liam-wong

You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips And there's no tenderness like before in your fingertips You're trying hard not to show it But baby, I know it You've lost that lovin' feeling Whoa, that lovin' feeling You've lost that lovin' feeling Now it's gone, gone, gone, whoa <lora:Audrey Kawasaki Style:1> Audrey Kawasaki Style

Century Botanical Illustration - tropical/southeast asian flowers/trees singapore 1880s 2D graphics illustratior vibrant, The letter C in a jungle <lora:Century Botanical Illustration:1>

the letter D, style of leonardo da vinci, illustration, <lora:tbh191-sdxl:1>

The letter H made of hands <lora:hand 4:1>

the letter N, neon <lora:neon_icon_xl:1>

The letter R in a futuristic city street <lora:RetroFuturism:1>

chibi taiga next to the letter T <lora:toy_joy:1>

A beautiful mermaid swimming past The letter U, sc_uwg <lora:underwatergothic:1>

Down in Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods among the evergreens There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode He never ever learned to read or write so well But he could play a guitar just like a-ringin' a bell <lora:add-detail-xl:1> <lora:Rainwater_Style_SDXL:1>

There's a lady who's sure, all that glitters is gold And she's buying a stairway to heaven When she gets there she knows If the stores are all closed With a word, she can get what she came for Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh And she's buying a stairway to heaven <lora:add-detail-xl:1> <lora:CSW-Style-2:1> <lora:Alphonse Mucha Style:1> in the style of Alphonse Mucha

Ooh, a storm is threatening My very life today If I don't get some shelter Ooh yeah, I'm gonna fade away War, children It's just a shot away <lora:add-detail-xl:1> <lora:Dark Fantasy:1> Dark Fantasy page

When I find myself in times of trouble Mother Mary comes to me Speaking words of wisdom, let it be And in my hour of darkness She is standing right in front of me Speaking words of wisdom, let it be <lora:anime_test:1> daiton

People try to put us d-down Just because we get around Things they do look awful cold I hope I die before I get old <lora:add-detail-xl:1> <lora:MindWarp:1>