She's always got her eyes glued to her screen
Textin' her friends, postin' pictures of her latte
She's in her own world, in a digital dream
But when she looks up, girl, it's like a fairytale

Her smile lights up the room, like the Sun in the sky
Her laugh is contagious, it's got me feelin' high
I'm fallin' fast, catchin' feelings I can't deny
She's the kinda girl that makes your heart wanna fly (woo-hoo x 4)

Scrolling through her feed, in a world of her own
Lost in the likes, but she still feels so alone (yeah)
She's got that style, with a touch of mystery
A digital queen, living in her own fantasy (ah-ah)

Her smile lights up the room, like the Sun in the sky
Her laugh is contagious, it's got me feelin' high (gotta love that)
I'm fallin' fast, catchin' feelings I can't deny
She's the kinda girl that makes your heart wanna fly (woo-hoo x 4)

In a world where she feels lost in the virtual (lost in the virtual)
She's a diamond shining, beyond the digital (beyond the digital)
In her eyes, I see a world that's beautiful (so beautiful)
She's the real deal and her love is unconditional (unconditional)

Her smile lights up the room, like the Sun in the sky (woo hoo x 3)
Her laugh is contagious, it's got me feelin' high (gotta love that)
I'm fallin' fast, catchin' feelings I can't deny
She's the kinda girl that makes your heart wanna fly

Her smile lights up the room, like the Sun in the sky
Her laugh is contagious, it's got me feelin' high
I'm fallin' fast, catchin' feelings I can't deny
She's the kinda girl that makes your heart wanna fly

Catfish - Her Smile

Somewhere out beneath Pahrump skies
A voice rode the static with the fireflies
Spinnin’ tales that the daylight hides
In the desert chill where the truth resides

He said, “Don’t hang up — tell me what you’ve seen,”
From UFO lights to apocalypse dreams
Every wanderer with a story to sell
Found a close friend in Mr. Art Bell

Midnight on the line
Signals crossing the great divide
From rusted towers to satellites
He was the echoes of our mind's delights
Truth or hoax, Heaven or hell
We all tuned in… to the legend Art Bell

Ghost trucks roll where the frequencies hum
Black-eyed kids, and ol' Area 51
Time travelers and the shadow men
“Lines are open — call again.”

He said, “Don’t hang up — tell me what you’ve seen,”
From UFO lights to apocalypse dreams
Every wanderer with a story to sell
Found a close friend in Mr. Art Bell

Midnight on the line
Signals crossing the great divide
From rusted towers to satellites
He was the echoes of our mind's delights
Truth or hoax, Heaven or hell
We all tuned in… to the legend Art Bell

The static fades, but the mystery stays
A voice of reason on the AM haze
It was an open trail with truths to tell
And we all rode the night… with the humble Art Bell

He said, “Don’t hang up — tell me what you’ve seen,”
From UFO lights to apocalypse dreams
Every wanderer with a story to sell
Found a close friend in Mr. Art Bell

Midnight on the line
Signals crossing the great divide
From rusted towers to satellites
He was the echoes of our mind's delights
Truth or hoax, Heaven or hell
We all tuned in… to the legend Art Bell

Midnight on the line
Chills dripping down my spine
Every myth and whispered prayer
Still floats out there on the desert air
Truth or hoax, Heaven or hell
We’re all still listenin’, to the legend Art Bell

To the legend Art Bell

Skeleton Crew - Midnight On The Line

Somewhere out beneath Pahrump skies
A voice rode the static with the fireflies
Spinnin’ tales that the daylight hides
In the desert chill where the truth resides

He said, “Don’t hang up — tell me what you’ve seen,”
From UFO lights to apocalypse dreams
Every wanderer with a story to sell
Found a close friend in Mister Art Bell

Midnight on the line
Signals crossing the great divide
From rusted towers to satellites
He was the echoes of our mind's delights
Truth or hoax, heaven or hell
We all tuned in… to the legend Art Bell

Ghost trucks roll where the frequencies hum
Black-eyed kids, and ol' Area 51
Time travelers and the shadow men
“Lines are open — call again.”

He said, “Don’t hang up — tell me what you’ve seen,”
From UFO lights to apocalypse dreams
Every wanderer with a story to sell
Found a close friend in Mister Art Bell

Midnight on the line
Signals crossing the great divide
From rusted towers to satellites
He was the echoes of our mind's delights
Truth or hoax, heaven or hell
We all tuned in… to the legend Art Bell

The static fades, but the mystery stays
A voice of reason on the AM haze
It was an open trail with truths to tell
And we all rode the night… with the humble Art Bell

He said, “Don’t hang up — tell me what you’ve seen,”
From UFO lights to apocalypse dreams
Every wanderer with a story to sell
Found a close friend in Mister Art Bell

Midnight on the line
Signals crossing the great divide
From rusted towers to satellites
He was the echoes of our mind's delights
Truth or hoax, heaven or hell
We all tuned in… to the legend Art Bell

Midnight on the line
Chills dripping down my spine
Every myth and whispered prayer
Still floats out there on the desert air
Truth or hoax, heaven or hell
We’re all still listenin’, to the legend Art Bell

Blues X - Midnight On The Line

Delivery: Ang tono ay satirical, parang kwento ng kapitbahay na hindi mo inaasahan pero biglang sumikat. Pacing ay relaxed, parang kwentuhan lang habang nakaupo sa tindahan, pero may halong kilig at yabang na nakakatawa. Madalas may exaggeration para mas tumawa yung nakikinig. Straight tagalog ang salita, walang English, hindi conyo, pero hindi din malalim. Casual lang. “Dati tambay lang sa kanto, ngayon may unboxing video na ng mumurahing tsinelas na biglang sold out.” “Kung kailan nag-viral yung dance challenge niya, saka lang siya nagkaroon ng trabaho na mas mataas pa sa manager niya.”

Target Audience: Para ito sa mga kabataan na nakikita yung kakilala nilang dati tambay pero ngayon biglang TikTok star. Gen Z at millennials na sanay sa social media fame, mahilig sa meme pages, at may barkadang nag-uusap ng “Uy, si ganito trending na oh!” habang nagtatawanan sa group chat.

2025 October 3 - Daily Cafe - OpenAI [Sage]

Delivery: Si Renz, stand-up Comic Sa Café. Parang open-mic comedian, mabilis pero punchline-heavy. Medyo sarcastic, laging may pa-hirit na biglang tatawa yung barkada.“Ang hirap ng latte art, no? Yung barista kaya nag-try gumawa ng heart, pero lumabas parang amoeba.” “Bro, bakit lahat ng café names parang password sa WiFi?”

Target Audience: Mga witty na students na mahilig mag-open mic sa Route 196 dati, into satire, pop culture humor, and Spotify comedy podcasts.

2025 October 4 - Daily Cafe - OpenAI [Ballad]

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Thin man watches
Stretching through the trees
Eyes like hollow wells
No breath no breeze
He waits he waits
No footsteps no sound

Hat pulled low shadow grows
Whispered tales where no one knows

Shadows in the fog
They’re creeping creeping near
Slender walks beside you
The Hat Man feeds your fear
Run run but they follow
They’re always always here

Black coat flowing
A void inside his stare
Pale hands reaching
Dragging you somewhere
You scream you scream
But no one is there

Hat pulled low shadow grows
Whispered tales where no one knows

Shadows in the fog
They’re creeping creeping near
Slender walks beside you
The Hat Man feeds your fear
Run run but they follow
They’re always always here

Metal X - Shadows

Had a dream down by the ocean
Moon was high, stars were gone
Felt a breeze but it wasn’t blowin’
Then I saw those shadows long

Bare feet on the boardwalk creakin’
Hat pulled low, coat draggin’ sand
One was tall, thin like a whisper
The other grinned with no damn hands

They don’t surf, but they sure do float
Slidin’ by in a funeral boat
They don’t talk, but you’ll hear them hum
Under your breath when the tide don’t come

Slender & the Hat Man, walkin’ through the night
Creepin’ down the coastline, just outside the light
You can run to the lifeguard tower, scream into the breeze
But they’re dancin’ on your footprints, slidin’ through the seas
Slender & the Hat Man...
Got your soul on layaway, please, please

I lit a fire on the shoreline
Sang a song to scare 'em back
But they just swayed like seaweed specters
Tippin’ hats with no eye contact

Now every wave sounds like a whisper
Every seagull cries my name
Every coconut’s a little cursed
And the sand won’t act the same

They don’t tan, but they sure do stalk
Leave no prints when they do their walk
No board shorts, no sunscreen glow
Just shadows that refuse to go

Slender & the Hat Man, strollin’ by the bay
They don’t need a reason, they just like to stay
You can hide in the Tiki Bar, duck behind the breeze
But they’re floatin’ in your Mai Tai, hummin’ minor keys
Slender & the Hat Man...
Do ya mind if they haunt your beach?

Now I don’t mind a ghost or two
A banshee, ghoul, or cursed canoe
But when two dudes in coats show up in June…
That’s not surfy
That’s... doom

They don’t tan, but they sure do stalk
Leave no prints when they do their walk
No board shorts, no sunscreen glow
Just shadows that refuse to go

Slender & the Hat Man, strollin’ by the bay
They don’t need a reason, they just like to stay
You can hide in the Tiki Bar, duck behind the breeze
But they’re floatin’ in your Mai Tai, hummin’ minor keys

Slender & the Hat Man, walkin' through the land
Skimmin’ through your daydreams, sinkin’ in the sand
You can dance around the firelight, try to set ‘em free
But they’re swingin’ in your hammock, hummin’ in your key
Slender & the Hat Man...
Singin’ “Aloha, you’re stuck with me.”

Comedy X - Slender & The Hat Man

Thin man watches, stretching through the trees
Eyes like hollow wells, whisperin’ disease
No breath, no breeze—just stillness and dread
He waits... he waits... like the silence of the dead

Hat pulled low, shadow’s grown
Whispers crawl through skin and bone

Shadows in the fog
They're creepin’—creepin’ near
Slender walks beside you
The Hat Man feeds your fear
Run, run—but they follow
You’re never truly clear
They’re always... always here

Black coat flowing, stitched in midnight’s thread
Eyes like pits of nothing, colder than the dead
Pale hands reachin’, fingers like despair
You scream... you scream... but no one’s ever there

Hat pulled low, shadow’s grown
Whispers hum where light won’t go

Shadows in the fog
They're creepin’—creepin’ near
Slender walks beside you
The Hat Man feeds your fear
Run, run—but they follow
They whisper in your ear
“We’re always... always here.”

There’s a mirror in the corner, cracked and cold
Shows a secret you were never told
You lean in close — your face is gone
Just the Hat Man grinnin’ on and on...

Tick... tock... midnight knocks
He’s the keeper of your clocks
No escape, no rising Sun
You're the prey... and the hunt’s begun

Hat pulled low, shadow’s grown
Whispers hum where light won’t go

Shadows in the fog
They're creepin’—creepin’ near
Slender walks beside you
The Hat Man feeds your fear
Run, run—but they follow
They whisper in your ear
“We’re always... always here.”

Shadows in the fog
They're creepin’—creepin’ near
Slender walks beside you
The Hat Man feeds your fear
Run, run—but they follow
You’re never truly clear
They’re always...
Always...
Always here

Shamrock - Shadows

Camera on your TV screen
Phony show anchors flaunt our lives
Put new iPhones in our peepboards
They laugh at the headlines

Our own personal Truman Show
We invited it right home
Cookbooks for your status quo
Serve groundwork for this horror show

Closed-circuit surveillance
Keeps us safe from ourselves
Life's no longer reality
When we live in our cells

Our own personal Truman Show
We invited it right home
Cookbooks for your status quo
Serve groundwork for this horror show

Asylum or museum
If you try to change course
You know what you're in for
Phone calls or house calls
Every service is available
From sickness to treatment

Our own personal Truman Show
We invited it right home
Cookbooks for your status quo
Serve groundwork for this horror show

Our own personal Truman Show
We invited it right home
Cookbooks for your status
Serve groundwork for this horror

Louise Gandalfini - Truman Show

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Prayers and blessings to you all and all your families and special prayers and blessings to all the victims. May they all rest in peace.

Software utilised.

ChatGPT
Claude
Grok
Suno
Udio
Riffusion
Ideogram
Leonardo AI

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