I prompted AI with some of my favorite lyrics from Taylor Swift's new album "The Tortured Poets Department." This is what it imagined.
And I love you, it’s ruining my life. I love you, it’s ruining my life. I touched you for only a fortnight. I touched you, but I touched you.
Fortnight (feat. Post Malone)
Tell me something awful, like you are a poet.
I Hate It Here
I feel so high school every time I look at you. I wanna find you in a crowd just to hide from you.
So High School
You left your typewriter at my apartment, straight from the tortured poets department. I think some things I never say, like, “Who uses typewriters anyway?”
The Tortured Poets Department
Lookin’ backwards Might be the only way to move forward
The Manuscript
Just a brink in a wrinkle of time.
So High School
I laughed in your face and said, “You’re not Dylan Thomas, I’m not Patti Smith. This ain’t the Chelsea Hotel, we’rе modern idiots”
The Tortured Poets Department
Beauty is a beast that roars down on all fours demanding more.
Clara Bow
You look like Stevie Nicks / In ’75, the hair and lips / Crowd goes wild at her fingertips / Half moonshine, a full еclipse
Clara Bow
When I picture my hometown, there’s a bronze spray-tanned statue of you. And a plaque underneath it that threatens to push me down the stairs, at our school.
thanK you aIMee
Are you still a mind reader? A natural scene stealer? I’ve heard great things, Peter. But life was always easier on you than it was on me.
Peter
My friends used to play a game where we would pick a decade. We wished we could live in instead of this.
I Hate It Here
Promise to be dazzling
Clara Bow
I saw in my mind ferry lights through the mist. I kept calm and carried the weight of the rift. Pulled him in tighter each time he was drifting away.
So Long, London