叼着烟斗的猫 Cat With a Pipe-suno

叼着烟斗的猫 Cat With a Pipe-suno

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歌词：chatGPT
曲+图视频：Suno & Midjourney

Cat With a Pipe

He wears a wool coat with collars like wings,
Waltzes into a store that only sells TVs.
In the window, a pipe-smoking robo-cat
Is quoting Foucault with a fake Parisian wheeze.

He’s not lost, just slightly paused—
In a tape-loop dream from the gear-shaped gods.
Across the plaza, people freeze like clocks,
With CRT eyes and vinyl hearts in shocks.

End of the street, magnetic snowflakes fall,
He hops in a steam-flying cab with peeling walls.
The driver’s a one-eyed painter in shades,
Painting futures with pastels that fade.

He’s not stuck, he’s just recorded,
In a lullaby sung by a reversed-circuit bird.
Lying like a poem in the rust of design,
Face lit by a matchbox movie, one frame at a time.

They say he’s obsolete, maybe surreal,
But nobody can fix that fifth button for real.
So he walks on—like film through a reel,
Dragging a shadow in designer grayscale.

Meow meow says the cat with the pipe,
“Reality’s scratched, but the dream still vibes.”

叼着烟斗的猫

他穿着翻边的羊毛风衣，领子立着，
步入街角那家只卖旧电视的商店。
橱窗里，一只带烟斗的自动猫
正用勃艮第口音朗读福柯的散文。

他不是迷路了，是被旧日梦缠住了，
在时间发条里反复转动的卡带梦，
穿过齿轮般的广场，广场中静止着一群人，
他们的眼睛装着玻璃管，像是等待更新的程序。

街道尽头，风吹起磁带碎片的雪，
他躲进一辆蒸汽驱动的出租飞船。
驾驶员是个独眼画家，
他正在画未来却只用褪色颜料。

他不是停下了，是被声音记录了，
那只磁头鸟唱着反转的摇篮曲，
在齿轮的荒原里，他躺成一具诗，
冷却器旁，柔光灯下，脸上是火柴盒投影的梦。

他们说他已不属于此地，
但没人能修好他胸口的第五按钮。
于是他继续走，像胶卷滑入放映机，
身后拖着风格主义的影子。

叼着烟斗的猫喵喵叫道：
“现实虽已破碎，但梦想依然闪耀。’”