Get Real - Artie Fishall & The Intelligence

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LYRICS (Generated by perplexity.ai)

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Verse 1:

Algorithms spinning digital dreams

Verses generated by machine

No soul behind the melody

Just data points and binary

Chorus:

Get real, get real

Can a computer really feel?

Emotion on repeat

Where’s the heartbeat, where’s the heat?

Verse 2:

Streaming lines of perfect rhyme

Calculated rhythm every time

But something’s missing from the sound

No human touch can be found

(Repeat Chorus)

Bridge:

We want the raw, the unrefined

The messy truth of human mind

Not just a pattern smoothly drawn

But something real to sing along

(Final Chorus)

Get real, get real

Can a computer really feel?

Music’s more than just a code

It’s where our human stories unfold

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LYRICS (Generated by perplexity.ai)

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Verse 1

I stroll through the aisles, it feels so right,

With pens and papers, my heart takes flight.

Forget the tools, the timber and nails,

At Officeworks, it’s where my spirit sails.

Chorus

I’m an Officeworks kind of guy, more than Bunnings,

Where creativity flows and my ideas are running.

From printers to paper, I find my way,

In this haven of dreams, I could stay all day.

Verse 2

Bunnings may have the hammers and screws,

But Officeworks gives me the colors I choose.

With every notebook and every bright pen,

I’m crafting my world again and again.

Chorus

I’m an Officeworks kind of guy, more than Bunnings,

Where creativity flows and my ideas are running.

From printers to paper, I find my way,

In this haven of dreams, I could stay all day.

Bridge

So give me the office supplies and the tech,

In this creative space, what the heck!

I’ll build my visions with every new try,

Yes, I’m an Officeworks kind of guy.

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Verse 1:

Potholes and gravel, dust in the air

Country driving’s a gamble, but we don’t care

City folk promise us progress and change

A railway line for them, now, isn’t that strange?

Chorus:

Our country roads might be bad

But at least we’ll have

A suburban railway line nobody wants

Shiny new tracks to Cheltenham

Empty carriages, who gives a damn

A suburban railway line nobody wants

Verse 2:

Farmers and locals scratch their heads

“Who’ll ride those Box Hill trains?” they said

Politicians smile and cut the red tape

While our country roads continue to break

(Repeat Chorus)

Bridge:

Oh, the irony of progress

Neglecting what we need the most

But hey, we’ll have those gleaming city trains

Even if they run like ghosts

(Repeat Chorus)

Outro:

Our country roads might be bad

But at least we’ll have

A suburban railway line… nobody wants

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Verse 1

In the dust of the track, under the sun's warm glow,

There's a horse named Wycliff, moving nice and slow.

With a heart full of dreams and a spirit so free,

He takes his time, just as calm as can be.

Chorus

Wycliff is a camel, in a world of racehorses,

Strolling through the fields, while the crowd endorses.

He may not be fast, but he’s got his own style,

Wycliff is a camel, taking life with a smile.

Verse 2

While others are sprinting, chasing glory and fame,

Wycliff's on a journey, never playing the game.

With each gentle stride, he finds joy in the day,

In his own little world, he’s dancing away.

Chorus

Wycliff is a camel, in a world of racehorses,

Strolling through the fields, while the crowd endorses.

He may not be fast, but he’s got his own style,

Wycliff is a camel, taking life with a smile.

Bridge

So let them all hurry; let them all race,

Wycliff knows the secret: it’s not just the pace.

With patience and grace, he’ll cross that line too,

In his heart of hearts, he knows what to do.

Chorus

Wycliff is a camel, in a world of racehorses,

Strolling through the fields, while the crowd endorses.

He may not be fast, but he’s got his own style,

Wycliff is a camel, taking life with a smile.

Outro

So here’s to Wycliff, our slow-motion king,

In the race of life, it’s joy that he brings.

With laughter and love in every mile he roams,

Wycliff is a camel; this track is his home.

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LYRICS (Generated by ChatGPT)

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(Verse 1)

In the heart of the glen where the wildflowers bloom,

Lived Artie O'Fishall, who could chase away gloom.

With a smile like the sunrise and a song in his heart,

He’d gather the folks for a night full of art.

(Chorus)

Oh, sing us a song, Artie O'Fishall, so dear,

With your tales of the sea and your laughter sincere.

From the hills to the valleys, let your music take flight,

We’ll dance ‘neath the stars on this magical night.

(Verse 2)

By the firelight’s glow, he would strum on his lute,

Telling stories of love and the roots of his youth.

With each note he played, memories would rise,

Of sweet summer evenings and bright azure skies.

(Chorus)

Oh, sing us a song, Artie O'Fishall, so dear,

With your tales of the sea and your laughter sincere.

From the hills to the valleys, let your music take flight,

We’ll dance ‘neath the stars on this magical night.

(Bridge)

Through laughter and sorrow, he’d stand by our side,

With a heart full of kindness and arms open wide.

So raise up your glasses to our friend with a cheer,

For Artie O'Fishall brings us joy year by year.

(Chorus)

Oh, sing us a song, Artie O'Fishall, so dear,

With your tales of the sea and your laughter sincere.

From the hills to the valleys, let your music take flight,

We’ll dance ‘neath the stars on this magical night.

(Outro)

As the moon softly glimmers on the waves far away,

We’ll remember dear Artie in our hearts every day.

For his spirit lives on in each melody sweet,

In every gathering where friends come to meet.

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LYRICS (Generated by ChatGPT)

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Verse 1

We’re at the airport, bags are packed,

She’s got that look, there’s no turning back.

Duty-free shop, it’s calling her name,

I know what she wants, it’s always the same.

Pre-Chorus

She’s scanning the shelves, with a gleam in her eye,

I can’t help but laugh, as she lets out a sigh.

“Just one little bottle,” she says with a grin,

Oh, here we go again, my wife wants her gin!

Chorus

My wife wants her gin, and it’s duty free,

A splash of tonic and a twist of glee.

We’ll toast to the skies, let the good times begin,

Life’s a little sweeter when she’s sippin’ her gin.

Verse 2

We stroll through the aisles, hand in hand,

She picks up a bottle from her favorite brand.

“Just think of the savings,” she winks with delight,

I know that tonight we’ll be feeling just right.

Pre-Chorus

With every sip, she’ll laugh and she’ll sing,

The world feels brighter when she’s sipping that drink.

So I grab a few more; it’s a win-win spin,

Cheers to love and laughter—my wife wants her gin!

Chorus

My wife wants her gin, and it’s duty free,

A splash of tonic and a twist of glee.

We’ll toast to the skies, let the good times begin,

Life’s a little sweeter when she’s sippin’ her gin.

Bridge

So here’s to the moments that make life divine,

With every clink of glasses, our hearts intertwine.

From sun-soaked beaches to cozy nights in,

Every adventure starts with my wife and her gin.

Chorus

My wife wants her gin, and it’s duty free,

A splash of tonic and a twist of glee.

We’ll toast to the skies, let the good times begin,

Life’s a little sweeter when she’s sippin’ her gin.

Outro

So if you see us flying high above the sea,

Just know we’re celebrating—my wife and her gin spree!

With laughter and love in this life we’re living in,

Every trip is better when my wife wants her gin!

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Verse 1

I’m in Bali, sun shining bright,

But my wallet’s empty, oh what a sight.

I’ve danced on the beaches, I’ve sipped on the rum,

Now I’m counting my coins, oh where have they gone?

Chorus

I’m in Bali and I’ve run out of money,

The waves keep crashing, but it’s not so funny.

With dreams of the islands and nights full of cheer,

Now I’m stuck here wishing for a way to disappear.

Verse 2

I’ve feasted on noodles and fresh coconut,

But now every meal feels like a big ol’ rut.

The sunsets are lovely, but I can’t afford a view,

Oh Bali, my paradise, what am I gonna do?

Chorus

I’m in Bali and I’ve run out of money,

The waves keep crashing, but it’s not so funny.

With dreams of the islands and nights full of cheer,

Now I’m stuck here wishing for a way to disappear.

Bridge

So I’ll sell my sarong and my flip-flops too,

Maybe find a job or just hitch a ride through.

For every adventure comes with a price,

But I’ll laugh through the struggle; oh life is so nice!

Chorus

I’m in Bali and I’ve run out of money,

The waves keep crashing, but it’s not so funny.

With dreams of the islands and nights full of cheer,

Now I’m stuck here wishing for a way to disappear.

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(Verse 1)

There’s a place down south where the weather’s a game,

Four seasons in a day, but I love it just the same.

From the Yarra’s winding waters to the Great Ocean’s shore,

Once you’re here in Victoria, you’ll keep coming back for more.

(Chorus)

Oh, Victoria, my friend, you got mountains, you got sea,

From the buzz of Melbourne town to the quiet country breeze.

With every twist and turn, there’s a story to be told,

Oh, Victoria, my friend, you’re worth more than gold.

(Verse 2)

St. Kilda’s got the sunsets, and the penguins on parade,

Take a tram down to the footy—yeah, we’ve all got it made.

Grab a coffee in the laneways, or a pie from the stand,

There’s no place like Victoria, a true wonderland.

(Chorus)

Oh, Victoria, my friend, you got vineyards, you got hills,

From the highlands of the Grampians to the Dandenong thrills.

With your gum trees and your beaches, and your skies of blue,

Oh, Victoria, my friend, there’s no place like you.

(Bridge)

Up in Ballarat, there’s gold in the ground,

And Great Ocean waves make a powerful sound.

The Otways so green, and the Twelve Apostles tall,

From the Murray down to Gippsland, you’ve got it all.

(Verse 3)

Now, we might have a chill that cuts right to the bone,

And Melbourne’s clouds can really set the tone.

But give me a summer in the bay’s cool sand,

And I’ll say Victoria’s the finest in the land.

(Chorus)

Oh, Victoria, my friend, you got charm, you got grace,

From the Yarra Valley wines to each rugged little place.

With each sunset and sunrise, a beauty so true,

Oh, Victoria, my friend, I’m in love with you.

(Outro)

So here’s to Victoria, a land of delight,

With the sun rising gently and the stars out at night.

From coast to the mountains, it’s a wonder to see,

Victoria, my friend, you’re the heart of me.