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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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