I fed a neural network the title, track names, and lyrics for all of Foo Fighters’ ten studio albums. Thanks to Max Woolf’s Blog and his handy Google Colaboratory Notebook, getting the network to create new text was pretty easy. I’ll admit I’m very much a beginner, and clearly someone else has done all the programming legwork. But here it is, my AI-generated eleventh Foo Fighters album: These Misplaced Plans.
All text was generated through the tools above, though I have whittled it down to just the best parts and made some formatting changes. The processes were run multiple times with temperatures between 0.8 and 1.8.
Track 1: Whatever Happened To Me?
I have all run out of time
I'm thirsty for wings
I've waited here for you
Bet your life there's something down there
That's not there
You know there's nothing wrong with legs
You know there's something wrong with legs
'Cause you're so clingy
You're not alone
Not one of these days
You're the only one
Who's up in arms
People you've lost
Who you are
Who you are
Who you are
Who you are
Who you are to everyone
Everyone's a piece of shit
We're finished growing old
We're still young
We're not old
We're not even
Track 2: Girl Going Big
I waited out on high street
She doesn't speak
I waited her wind through the river
It faded, like a war wrapped around flowers
She went by a name
She crossed paths with the devil
One day she'll disappear
She's stuck within her will
She's forced to move
She communicates
She's cartoons just waiting for the light
Wish I would open a new line
Advertisements
Well I waited out on a row
I was kind of looking forward to something
Since one day I'll have to hand over the dishes
The dishes don't need turning
I laid back and waited
Wait until the cows are animals
Fame, fame, go away, go away, nothing
I walked by and she was talking about graffiti
Hanging on the wall
A jukebox full of Death Grips
She said she felt she'd been cheated
I said she must have been
Track 3: All I Ever Wanted Was A Hearse
Taught me the secrets I've kept
A jukebox miracle
The world is a pretty bright iron curtain
I'm a race with your arms around me
Find me some rope and I'll let you hang around
Anything can be undone
But here's the thing
If you want to
I'll give it to you
I say get on with your life
And change from inside your head
So when your big sister says you're not fit
She left your world behind and is changing again
Now you're looking for a complication
Someone to blame
I mean there's nothing wrong with that
Just make up your mind
I know you're still getting help
Looking for cause and effect
You don't have to use
You don't have to use
You don't have to use
Head full of evil but oh well
Just lookin' for a martyr
Just to bother you
But you're so considerate
You gave me hope
But there's much to be said
And since I'm beaming
One day I'll have enough to gamble
And bet I'll have enough to lose
Bet I'll have enough to gamble
Track 4: A Leading Role-Playing Game
I like black hole
I'm hanging on
I can see the black widow
I got high because
I'm hanging on
I remember dancing hard
Under the Dead Moon
Howling with you
Howling
Back and forth that singing voice of yours keeps coming back
Heavy metal you're me
Singing farewell
To hear you sang this goodbye
I'm the same as you
I'm the same as you
You're everything
You're everything
I'm everything
Stack dead actors, stacked walls, stacked gravestones
And they sing
They're called
Fame dies behind, fame looms
Trading photographs on the radio
Fake it all away
I'm the same as you
I'm the same as you
You're everything
You're everything
I'm everything
Stack dead actors, stacked walls, stacked gravestones
And they sing
They're called
Fame dies behind, fame looms
Trading photographs on the radio
Fake it all away
My closets are burning now
I want to return to you
I couldn't stay
It took all the space
And wind the ceiling
Stack dead actors, stacked walls, stacked gravestones
And they sing
They're called
Fame dies behind, fame looms
Trading photographs on the radio
Fake it all away
Track 5: Promise Not To Turn
You signed one note
There was your sweet lead
Dancing in the lost phone writer
If tomorrow brought colds and cancellations
You didn't cross my thumb
It's resigned to the much-maligned bruise
Wait until tomorrow to sign a lock of satin
And when they say lock, I double check
Like a spitball
Spit along it's core
Don't tune in
Not yet not yet
But anyway
Want a song even I can sing
It goes 'round and 'round and 'round again
I just hate to break it to you
Pretend there's nothing wrong
With that couldn't be
Comfortably indecent
Track 6: Asteroids
A heaven on fire
And then a Roma on fire
Read through their eyes
Then we sat around and drank ice tea
And read the Aurora pack
Then we sat around and watched the Aurora come and go
Slow watching
And then we shrugged
Wasting another night
We may perceive you
But the truth is, we're nights
We're hungry for war
'Cause both of us
Are mute
Only subjective experiences
Distorting the whole
We will come back
We hit the baubles
We paid the witnesses
We'll lie to get what we need
We were comedy liars
Grinning under the guise of change
Pure delusion
Distraction
So you can laugh at me
I lost my headlamp
And it saved me the trouble of arranging places
Here's a call to all my brain waves
Counting down to zero hour
We may gleefully gather then
Track 7: Era Songwriter
Look out 'cause you know it's there
Make it ring
Like a drug of desire
So synthetically known
If you need help there's something you can turn to
I may be teary in her lights
I may be numb with her songs
She thinks she knows me
But she's listening
Into the smoke to come
Like a plant that's won its punch
Out selfishly
You know what you can do
I can learn to sing
Pray it doesn't always sting
I cursed
Well I exchanged vows
And sat in a firing line
Wasn't stopped for a pronunciation mistake
'Cause I've been doin' it all my life
A little revenge for all the drinks
Wasn't enough to start a fire
But it's a bad cold
When you can take it away
Track 8: Past Rites
Well I've searched for suns vibrating inside them
Standing in the dark
The hardest part is knowing
Everything must die at sea
I approached
I considered
But canceled
I waited my turn
We'll lay low and suffer suffering
One by one, right?
Because tomorrow
I can put myself behind
If everything's erased
I have no regrets
I was wrong
I was right
Just walked through the room
Joining you now
Just change and leave
Because yesterday was a lie
Easy room promptly given
Knowledges all their lives
Now that they learn to live again
It's no use
I created a gigantic window
And sat in it howling mad
Here comes Bill
You unemployed Composer
You gotta make it right
Hey, you poor bastard
We need more, now
Send it through the grapevine
Did you drown me while I was listening
Hate it, hate it
Switch between the sprayed and the bereft
Shame it, shame it
Here were some other potential album titles:
– One Heavy Favor
– ‘Til Everything’s Alright
– Free the Blues
– Fractured Continents Circa 1780
– riffbaby
– Where Are All the Watters?
– 14 Monuments
– Monster Lullaby
– No Editor Remorse
– Yawn Brain
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