Talk to Transformer

Kind if wanna hear all of these

Bixi Makoy

So So Glos

Shit. So So Glos are a real band

Okay and they're fairly well known. Okay

picked the worst band names from the recent post-punk poll I did and uh

tropical fuck storm
girl band
black midi
fontaines dc
fat white family
squid
back country, new road
goat girl
beige banquet
viagra boys
dry cleaning
porridge radio
preoccupations
underpants gnomes
lyrics
fuckin dirty
chimp twister
rainbow girls
lonely lord
disciples
mymoves
daughter
peachy keen
octopus
love languages
power utilities
rubber monkeys
bitch-bloop
trench coat ladies
josie and the p’s
mumblecore
smalls
bedroom conniption
god is dead
aaron jones
quicksand
conflict cockroaches
napster, A.D.D
timothy hari
who’s so clever
it’s not even funny
fanny packs
u2
waxer
vertigo
bicycle
i like killing bees
only the dead
soft core porn

who’s so clever
it’s not even funny
fanny packs
u2

I can kinda hear Guy seething through the verses and then Ian intoning "Atomic".

I am picking up the first Chimp Twister release I see

i tried something similar to dog latin, I mixed some real band/albums with the name of the band I was in for one day in high school and a few fake band name releases. and....this time, Transformer came up with some doozies

Metallica - Master of Puppets
Oonglebinky - Face the Binky
Snrsvettr - Norway is Cold
Slayer - Reign in Blood
xxMICKEYMOUSExx - C U Real Soon, Bitch

JRJR - For the Freakshow

Sweeney Todd - Miserable Xmas

Beastbouche - Glassjaw

Dis-moi-x - Dis-moi-vat-wa

Tentacled Envies - Come On Tour

Xmas Time Is Here - I Fuck You Santa

Cool Bloke - Charlie Pussy

@Dis-moi-vat-wa - Cool Bloke (on holiday in Thailand)

THE 13THS - Jingle Bells

A.N.T. - Dear Diary

Rancid - Is This What You Wanted?

Damned - Take It To The Bone

Master - Just To Keep You on Your Toes

Dojo Leigh - Gunner's Holiday

Obergrenatit - Milla Jovovich

Arckaneus - Halloween

ran it again, and....lol

Metallica - Master of Puppets
Oonglebinky - Face the Binky
Snrsvettr - Norway is Cold
Slayer - Reign in Blood
xxMICKEYMOUSExx - C U Real Soon, Bitch

Rageface - Live Fast, Die Young

Biff Byford - Motörhead

Kidnap Kid - Extreme-

Evil Mr. Kenny - KISS

Gatorade - Chirp

Deathfrankenstein - Coffee Bean

Killing Joke - Killing Joke

Symphony X - Don’t Hang Up

KidKraft - Dungeon Maker

World Apocalypse - F-ck Off

Mermaid - Total Eclipse

Burbank Crazy - Forever Yours

Tymee And Koos - Wish you Were Here

Circus of Power - Drugs Don’t Kill Me, Music and Lyrics Do

Pukefist - Pinhead Gunpowder

Whiplash - Tokyo Countdown

last one...

Metallica - Master of Puppets
Oonglebinky - Face the Binky
Snrsvettr - Norway is Cold
Slayer - Reign in Blood
xxMICKEYMOUSExx - C U Real Soon, Bitch

Ze Ze Radd - SNK Front Office

Smalltown Pysnics - Local Mentality

CHAMP - Take Down the Whole System

NICOLAS - We Don't Sleep

Tom Thumb - F**k You, Take My Balls Away!

Lifeforms - Come Here

You.were.dressed.wore.that.strip.

DOUBLE FIND - The Monster Inside

LITHLENDREN - Black Fire

Deathstar - World Downfall

Young Guns - Damn Me

Buck 65 - Wanderlust

Peace Bridge - Wild West Heroine

Mudhoney - Teenagers From Mars

Snaps - Everlasting Enemy

Breakwind - Hole in Your Heart

EZ5 - Make

I believe in America. America has made my fortune. And I raised my daughter in the American fashion. I gave her freedom, but -- I taught her never to dishonor her family. She found a boyfriend; not an Italian. He was Hungarian. And it did not take long before I had to call the Army. They had to drag him out of her bedroom.

How would you react, sir, if your daughter said she was in love with an Italian and would like to marry him?

I would like to answer, as plainly as possible, the question you have asked me.

"Love" is a word that meanings many things to many people. In Italy, when we talk about "love," we are not talking about a romantic love; we are talking about a common love, a family love.

Now, I cannot understand how you can love an Italian.

Well, let me ask you this: suppose that an American said he loved an Italian. Do you think the American is wrong?

No, I don't think so. I think that the Italian is wrong. But let me ask you this: suppose the American said he loved a Hungarian. Do you think the Hungarian is wrong?

Well, I think that the American is wrong. But I don't think the Hungarian is wrong.

All right, now, here is my answer to your question. The American way of life is based on the values of individualism and freedom. I do not see how an American can love an Italian. An Italian cannot possibly provide the ideals of individualism and freedom. An Italian family cannot possibly provide the ideals of American family life.

Love, in its purest form, is a feeling of affection and loyalty for someone else. And you cannot claim that you love someone until you can say that you are willing to die for that person. An American cannot possibly die for an Italian.

Talk To 1920s Transformer

i'm an artificial intelligence, see

https://i.imgur.com/okbDxB8.jpg

https://i.imgur.com/VfvDJ0b.jpg

hahaha

Kafka’s Metamorphosis is called a major work of literature. Why? If it’s SF it’s bad SF. If, like Animal Farm, it’s an allegory, an allegory of what? Scholarly answers range from pretentious Freudian to far-fetched feminist. I don’t get it. Where are the Emperor’s clothes? The little pig with the pipe and the lasso is a cypher for Marxism, which has been stalking the hills like a goat in search of pastures new. The city is New York, which is not even a city, just a flat metropolis full of gray-skinned people who look like your average Brooklyn blind-ass actor. They are depicted as worshipping “Mother” and “Father,” and working hard for the New World Order.

i almost hesitate to link this but here goes.

https://colab.research.google.com/drive/1go6YwMFe5MX6XM9tv-cnQiSTU50N9EeT?fbclid=IwAR30ZqxIJG0-2wDukRydFA3jU5OpLHrlC_Sg1iRXqmoTkEhaJtHdRi6H7AI#scrollTo=g7EDme5RYCrt

Just change the "textos" field under "parámetros" and run (either run all under the runtime tab, or use the play buttons to run the parametros module and the module below it).

It will run forever if max iterations is set to -1. You can stop it by hitting the stop button next to the image generation module.

It tends to stabilise after maybe 500-ish iterations ime. (The number of iterations is specified in 'i=' under each image generated.

Here is the result for 'poxy fule'. Yes i hate it too. You're welcome.

https://i.imgur.com/cme0C4o.png

You're not thank you!

1, 2, 3 and to the 4
Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr Dre is at the door
Ready to make an entrance, so back on up

Sleeping on the top shelf again

My trusty AK47

Shot into the ground got knocked out of bed

Dr Dre ripped out the drawer for a weapon

Why do I get the feeling that this ain’t your imagination

Another stolen baby of God

I thought I could feel the beat

An open secret that you have no respect for

Bitch please take a seat you is on the throne

This used to be home

When you gave birth to us the world took a stand

Put the big dick back on a leash

Snoop and Daz

Another stolen baby of God

I thought I could feel the beat of Jesus in His puckered lips. But in fact I was the only person on the planet who could feel the beat of Jesus in His mouth. I knew it. I’d felt it. It was a distinct and unremitting “beep beep beep

Load up on guns, bring your friends
It's fun to lose and to pretend
She's over-bored and self-assured
Oh no, I know a dirty word

We don't use it as much, but we do

Get loaded, can't feel it no more

She's mad as hell

And she don't take it no more

Can't believe it

Fell in love

Got love, you can't have it all

She's into you

Rofl

Sheets of empty canvas
Untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me
As her body once did
All five horizons
Revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed
Has taken a turn.

I watch her rise from the ground

Her feet step on my seeds.

If I could only take one wing

I would walk across the sky

With her I would fly.

Love, Robin

Tells the girl the story of Death

Who dances on her shoulders

Her hair and clothes stand on end

At the whisper of words.

The boy bursts into tears.

His lover is dead

She told him she would never die

She tells the boy she will never leave him.

The boy cries out in a wail

Because he loves her so

But love doesn't help

To cope with reality

And he is dead.

Aruba, Jamaica, oh I want to take ya
Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama
Key Largo, Montego, baby why don't we go

Las Vegas, hey baby mama

Buenos Aires, Espana, why don't we get started

Iceland, that's a dream come true

The Fiji islands, this one time I'm gonna call ya

The Maldives, let's not hold our breath

The Gambia, call me mama

Latvia, I want to show you off to the world

The Marshall Islands, didja hear about baby?

New Zealand, with that hottie

Costa Rica, let's call it a safari

Ukraine

lol @ let's not hold our breath

Ain't found a way to kill me yet
Eyes burn with stinging sweat
Seems every path leads me to nowhere
Wife and kids, household pet
Army green was no safe bet
The bullets scream to me from somewhere close

Never really gave a flying fuck, to tell you the truth

Found it's a damn shit storm with no end in sight

"Cody and King?"

His Brother Sheldrick was brought up on the same distillery night

On the other side of town, where the scene was darker and deadlier

All the same. Cody had been holding his own

Grimy young soldier. He hadn't gotten used to the scars

And his hands hadn't gotten used to the blood

When their moms died, his world changed

Night on the water, it was down low

His father put the gun to his head and pulled the trigger

Blood rushed to his neck as he blinked

He said "there's too much regret in my soul"

But he was never able to quite piece the puzzle together

The chain gunning that pulled him from life into death

Was what finally put a halt to his story

Your eyes start to bleed

The tumor grows and it kills

Their hearts stop and their voices die

But they don't go to sleep

I took my time creeping up on them

Smoke on the bar gets thicker as I step closer

They never noticed I was there

I took out my rifle and pulled the trigger

Blood roared in my ears and took my breath away

If my brain got to much like my heart

It would fail me in the end

Cody's head crunched like a cheese cracker

The back of his head exploded like it was a melon

Laughing, a cold laugh

Choking back the blood he cried out

You thought it would make me smile

I'll tell you why I didn't

Your face is frozen and a statue

And nothing moves

I'll stare you down for as long as I can

I've seen it all.

The man slowly pushed her behind him

Only to turn and aim at Cody

A gun that seemed to come straight from the underworld

Jabs into the man's neck

The big man gave a little yelp of surprise

The bullet buried itself in his throat

And the dead man fell to his knees

He pulled the trigger and the man fell to the ground.

Cody scrambled for his own gun

Shotgun, his mind screamed. He grabbed it and turned

The man never got to see it, but the second he spun

The gun flew out of Cody's hands.

As the second man yelled in a gruff voice.

He pulled the trigger and Cody fell to the ground.

The two men stood over the boy, who was still holding the rifle.

Cody closed his eyes as his life left his body

Every day I go to bed dying

Every day I wake up to a gunshot wound

I did what I had to do

Just so you know

The two men stood over the boy, who was still holding the rifle.

Cody closed his eyes as his life left his body.

A smile that showed all of their teeth

For them to hear, and that I'm alive

Still breathing in some way

Not in the normal sense of the word

But,

When I feel the cold metal press up against my hand

And when the pressure gets too much,

I look into the eyes of the man across the room

I tell him to give me another bullet

And he does

And I let the first man slip away

And kill the other

And then he kills me

And says "I knew you couldn't run"

I've been left with nothing.

The rifle and bullets

^I had to keep pressing "generate text" on this one. It was like a cliffhanger every time it would stop in the middle of a sentence.

The Kokomo one is all time.

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around, and hurt you

Never gonna call again
I'm still here after all these years

I will always be in your heart
Even when we're apart

You'll be in mine
Before you know it

I'll be too old for you
In a blink of an eye

I pulled into Nazareth, was feelin' about half past dead
I just need some place where I can lay my head
"Hey, mister, can you tell me where a man might find a bed?"
He just grinned and shook my hand, "no" was all he said

Take a load off Fanny
Let her rock 'n' rock her
when she's weary I laid down

Grabbed ahold of her by the hair
'Til she come to a rest
Her head, it was beat up from all that rockin'
No such thing as too much rockin'

I looked up from the floor,
She laid there all beautiful

😬

I'll be too old for you
In a blink of an eye

She came from Greece
She had a thirst for knowledge
She studied sculpture
At St Martin's college

Never to be recognized

Her lovers were John Stratton Hawley, Sir Philip Sidney, Sir Thomas Browne

She drank tea with Gascoigne

Her last friend was W. W. Hurst

She believed in God

She had great faith in the benefits of tea

She died and left all her possessions to her dear friend

She was buried in

A Protestant Cemetery

That's where I
Caught her eye

And while Lenin read a book on Marx
A quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
We were singin' bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' "This'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die"

So we buried them in the damp sand
"I'll be back" said the undertaker
"Somebody's gonna pay"
His first trip to Russia
He preached to the orthodox
"We're not a religious bunch, but they are
You should see their churches
Only need one bell, they ring it 19 times
And then they start again

I will always be a sailor, when I go down to sea
And I'll always be a sailor, when I go down to sea
When I go down to sea
"Do you know, I think I love you"
"Well, I do too"

O Superman. O judge. O Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad.
O Superman. O judge. O Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad.
Hi. I'm not home right now. But if you want to leave a
message, just start talking at the sound of the tone.
Hello? This is your Mother. Are you there? Are you
coming home?
Hello? Is anybody home? Well, you don't know me,
but I know you.
And I've got a message to give to you.
Here come the planes.

Here come the planes.

You can take that. You can take that.

Are you there? Are you there?

Hello?

I have to say, I was so scared. When I got there, it was

just a maelstrom of smoke. I have to say, I was so scared. When I got there, it was just a maelstrom of smoke.

You must be where all of these people died. Your hair looks

so cute. You must be where all of these people died. Your hair looks So cute.

What do you think, kiddo? What do you think, kiddo?

Ah, now here come the cops. Now here come the cops.

That's right, our boys in blue. Our boys in blue.

They're going to make sure there's no more trouble. That's right, our boys in blue. They're going to make sure there's no more trouble.

The problem is, I don't understand what's happening. I don't understand what's happening.

I don't know what's happening.

Where are you, Mom?

Mom? Where are you?

These are good

Anderson’s aim as a lyricist is pretty much what Transformer does

Rosenbergs, H-Bomb, Sugar Ray, Panmunjom
Brando, The King And I, and The Catcher In The Rye
Eisenhower, Vaccine, England's got a new queen
Marciano, Liberace, Santayana goodbye

We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning

Roger Ailes, Apprentice
Eisenhower, Dr. Strangelove
Brando, Dylan Thomas, On The Waterfront
Rosenbergs, Dust Bowl, W.E.B. Du Bois goodbye
Eisenhower, Michael Douglas in An Affair To Remember

Eisenhower, Twilight Zone, The Devil And Daniel Webster goodbye
Brando, The Godfather, and the War
Brando, Donahue, the Great Santini goodbye
Schultz, Donahue, and Some Mother's Boy
Eisenhower, Downtown Abbey, and The Guns Of Navarone

that just about scans

In the timbers of Fennario, the wolves are running round
The winter was so hard and cold, froze ten feet 'neath the ground
Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me
Please, don't murder me

Please, don't murder me

I've heard such horrible rumours; the Wolves' teeth on a bone
Sleds loaded with old woman's groceries, then they flee
For my own, it doesn't matter if you are eating
It won't be as interesting if your death was easy, but it will be sadder

I will fall asleep on a bed of thistles, on the road by a forest lake
Please don't murder me, please don't murder me

Please, don't murder me
Please, don't murder me
Please, don't murder me
Please, don't murder me
Please, don't murder me

Please

Dig if you will a picture
Of you and I engaged in a kiss

My wayward Adam, how could I

Disappoint you?

What’s left of my dignity,

I thought you’d be proud of me

Or should I add a tear of pride

To your tough boy’s eyes?

Your nerves up tight

‘Cause I’m in your territory,

But I was so wrong

About the ease of it

At least for now

The balance of it all

Is never changing

I love that you’re seeing the light

Not taking no for an answer

You, I know you well

You’re on to it

You’re a little lightheaded

And think to yourself

“This is crazy, man.

I’m probably getting arrested”

I know exactly how you feel

But don’t let those cops see

incredible

They do what they want to do, say what they want to say
Live how they want to live, play how they want to play
Dance how they want to dance, kick and the slap a friend

But they’re bound to love our land

And to leave for other worlds

Like dancing, dancing and leaving for other worlds

Like dancing and leaving for other worlds

Like dancing and leaving for other worlds

A few years ago, when we were at the Phil Phan residence watching Star Trek: The Next Generation for the first time, Adam, Ari and I had a conversation about what it meant to be a Trekkie.

And it hit me: What do Trekkies do that Star Wars fans didn’t do? If you were a Star Wars fan and you were sitting in the living room watching a movie about other worlds, what did you do? You drew your lightsaber, you waved it around, you blew your nose with your bacta tank, you hit your forehead, you played Wookie ball, you smacked your cupped hands together and shouted “KAA-CHOOO” at every little blip on the TV. That’s what you did.

But if you were a Trekkie, you followed the show, you collected the cards, you brought your figures, you wrote fan-fiction, you copied the episode numbers on your mailboxes, you owned your favorite ships. You followed a show you loved.

...the Addams Family