Festival Dance - YouTube Music
by Gemini + ComfyUI + Jamify
14 min read
Source: https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=LNRyMgirvDE&list=OLAK5uy_nuDk5e8fdW7Fzhl_f1eQ3oVIC2OHDr-lw&index=0
Table of Contents
- Verse 1
- Sonnet for Original Image
- Generated Image (ComfyUI)
- Generated Video (ComfyUI)
- Generated Music (Ace-Step)
- Generated Music (Jamify)
- YouTube Audio Analysis
- Models & Prompt
Verse 1
Upon the moor, where mist did cling and creep,
A spectral scribe, from slumber roused so deep,
Did float unseen, where fiddles wailed and shrieked,
And human hooves, on earthen stage, oft creaked.
A "Festival Dance," they cried, with hearty cheer,
A "Ceilidh" grand, to banish doubt and fear!
But I, a wraith, with wit both sharp and keen,
Observe the rites, and what they truly mean. 👻
They spoke of "Spirits" in their earnest plea,
Of ancient souls, that dance eternally.
Yet truth be told, the spirits I discern,
Are less of heaven, more of human churn!
The ale-soaked breath, the sweat upon the brow,
The clumsy jig, performed right here and now,
These are the sprites, the phantoms, bold and base,
Possessing all, with grimace and with grace!
"Hark!" cried a maid, whose skirt did fly askew,
"The ancestral call, to dance anew, anew!"
Her partner, stout, with waistcoat strained and tight,
Did stomp and twirl, with most unholy might.
His visage red, a beetroot in the sun,
Proclaimed the revels, barely yet begun.
His breath, a gale of onions, cheese, and beer,
A "spirit" potent, banishing all fear! 🍻
Oh, Shakespearean fool, with cap and bells askew,
Come watch this scene, a motley, sweaty crew!
No gentle Hamlet here, with pensive stride,
But burly bottoms, bumping side by side.
No delicate Ophelia, meek and mild,
But lassies laughing, wonderfully wild,
Whose bosoms bounce, with rhythm uncontrolled,
A tale of passion, lusty, strong, and bold! 😂
"A pox on modesty!" the fiddler cried,
His bow a blur, where wilder notes did ride.
"Let prudish prudes in cloisters hide away,
While honest folk embrace the joyous fray!"
And straightaway, a youth, with fervor hot,
Did seize a damsel, whom he’d lately got
Through whispered words, and promises quite sly,
To whirl her 'round, beneath a watchful sky.
Her giggles loud, his panting, frankly crude,
A natural state, in this wild multitude.
The ancient "spirits," they are said to haunt
The very steps, the tunes the dancers chant.
But from my perch, where ethereal I gleam,
I see no fae, nor ghostly, fading dream.
Nay, 'tis the spirit of the human folly,
The joyous plunge into the melancholy
Of stiffened joints, and blunders in the reel,
The earnest quest for joy they deeply feel!
One fellow, grand, with beard like winter's snow,
Attempted leaps, a veritable show.
His kilt, though tartan, scarce could hide the sight
Of spindly knees, a most alarming fright! 🦵
He bellowed "Hooch!" with gusto, loud and long,
Then tripped himself, amidst the boisterous throng.
"A true possession!" did a bystander state,
"By clumsy ancestors, sealed by drunken fate!"
Indeed, I thought, for ghosts are often rude,
And choose to haunt in less refined attitude.
"Where is the grace?" I pondered, quite perplexed,
"The elegant lines, so carefully annexed
By dancers trained, in polished, lofty halls?"
Here, 'twas a riot, breaking down all walls!
A lady stout, with cheeks of ruddy hue,
Did flail her arms, as if she swam the blue.
Her partner, pale, with sweat drops on his nose,
Attempted valiantly to keep her toes
From trampling his, in this most frenzied jig,
A "Festival Dance," where all may play the pig! 🐷
Oh, for a flask of Poe's own murky brew!
To quell the mirth, the visions I see through!
For truth be told, these "Spirits of the Ceilidh,"
Are naught but mortals, gloriously silly,
Uncorking joy, with movements unrestrained,
Where ancient modesty is quite disdained.
They dance for pleasure, for the sheer delight
Of thumping feet, from morning until night.
And though I mock, with ghostly, cynical sneer,
There's something raw, so wonderfully clear,
In this wild abandon, this unvarnished fun,
A primal truth, beneath the moon and sun.
No subtle whispers, no ethereal grace,
But earthy power, stamped upon each face.
The "spirit" here, is life's own roaring sound,
As bodies thrash, upon this hallowed ground.
So let them dance! Let clumsy feet collide!
Let laughter echo, far and open wide!
For in this ruckus, where the common folk do meet,
The truest "spirits" make the dance complete.
Not airy specters, from the misty past,
But living souls, whose vibrant joys will last.
And I, a ghost, though prone to dark despair,
Must grant them this: a most authentic flare! 🔥
Their "truth-laden form," in every sweaty spin,
A hearty, human, glorious, joyful din!
A feast for worms, and eke for spectral eyes,
Beneath the ever-watching, star-filled skies! 🌟
Sonnet for Original Image
Where ivy clings to stones of ancient might, A winding stream beneath a bridge does flow, The sunbeams dapple with a golden light, And whispered secrets from the waters grow. Here unseen steps on emerald paths do tread, And mystic echoes fill the vibrant air, Of spirits old, not numbered with the dead, Who held their joyful revels without care. The Ceilidh's mirth, in Velandria's domain, Still whispers where the verdant branches sway, A haunting tune, a joyous, sweet refrain, That echoes through this hallowed, timeless day. So listen close, when evening shades descend, For ancient echoes that shall never end.
Generated Image (ComfyUI)

Image Prompt
A hyper-realistic, aged parchment scroll glows with an inner, ethereal light, unrolling across a heavily carved mahogany desk in a gothic, haunted X study. A translucent, spectral hand, emanating faint blue wisps, holds an antique quill that dips into a shimmering, swirling inkwell made of pure, condensed source ether. As the quill touches the scroll, luminous, spectral lines of script appear, subtly shifting and reforming to conjure the dynamic, ethereal form of a Scottish ceilidh dance, manifesting as swirling, ghostly figures mid-jig, imbued with the joy and energy of the "Festival Dance." Moonlight, tinged with a faint, otherworldly green, streams through tall, leaded windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air like tiny, luminescent spirits, and casting long, eerie shadows from towering bookshelves filled with forgotten lore. The overall style is one of eerie elegance, where the spectral and the scholarly merge in a dance of creation. 🌙Generated Video (ComfyUI)
Video Prompts
Positive:1. **Clip 1:** **[0:00-0:15]** *Medium Shot:* A ghostwriter's study, bathed in the cool, spectral glow of moonlight filtering through a window. The writer, an intense figure with an antique quill, hunches over an ornate desk, surrounded by stacks of ancient, unbound manuscripts. The quill is poised over a pristine, empty page. As they begin to write, the inkwell beside them, seemingly filled with ordinary black ink, starts to glow with a faint, internal luminescence. The first few words on the page shimmer, becoming translucent and slightly out of focus, as if struggling to take solid form. An almost imperceptible, high-pitched hum begins to emanate from the desk.
2. **Clip 2:** **[0:15-0:35]** *Close-up to Medium Shot:* The glowing inkwell now pulsates with an ethereal blue light, and the ink within swirls like a tiny galaxy. As the ghostwriter scribbles faster, the luminous lines on the page start to visibly ripple and expand beyond the paper's edge, forming hazy, glowing outlines of energetic figures dancing a jig. The faint hum grows into a distinct, rhythmic fiddle tune. The ghostwriter, initially focused, now looks up with a mixture of surprise and slight annoyance as ghostly, indistinct "ceilidh dancers" begin to coalesce around the desk, bumping into stacks of books, their translucent forms shimmering with a slightly tipsy energy. One spectral figure attempts an enthusiastic kick, sending a cascade of papers flying.
3. **Clip 3:** **[0:35-0:55]** *Wide Shot:* The study is now filled with a vibrant, chaotic ghostly ceilidh. Dozens of spectral figures—some jovial, others comically clumsy—are jigging and reeling through the room, occasionally phasing through furniture or sending small objects clattering. One rotund ghost, with an ethereal kilt, attempts a dramatic spin and tumbles through the ghostwriter's armchair, emerging with a sheepish grin. The ghostwriter, now completely exasperated, tries to continue writing amidst the ruckus, occasionally batting away a spectral hand that reaches for their quill or accidentally having a ghostly foot phase through their lap. Truths about the raw, unrefined joy of folk dance dance in the ether, embodied by the boisterous, slightly uncouth spectral revelers, making the ghostwriter's task hilariously impossible. The music swells to a crescendo, filled with laughter and the clatter of spectral limbs.Generated Music (Ace-Step)
Ace-Step Details
Tags:** Folk, traditional, Celtic, Irish, button accordion, melodeon, instrumental, lively, energetic, joyful, intricate, acoustic, melodic, dynamic, upbeat, spirited, dance.Lyrics Used:Upon the moor, where mist did cling and creep,
A spectral scribe, from slumber roused so deep,
Did float unseen, where fiddles wailed and shrieked,
And human hooves, on earthen stage, oft creaked.
A "Festival Dance," they cried, with hearty cheer,
A "Ceilidh" grand, to banish doubt and fear!
But I, a wraith, with wit both sharp and keen,
Observe the rites, and what they truly mean. 👻Generated Music (Jamify)
Jamify Details
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YouTube Audio Analysis
### Part 1: Synopsis & Transcript Transcript: [No spoken content] Synopsis: The video showcases a solo musician skillfully playing a button accordion (likely a melodeon). The imagery is simple and direct, with the musician framed against a blurred, unobtrusive background, keeping the focus entirely on the intricate fingerwork and expressive performance. The video's message is conveyed solely through the vibrant and dynamic instrumental music. Part 2: Detailed Audio Analysis Soundscape: The soundscape is minimal, consisting almost entirely of the acoustic music from the accordion. There are no discernible ambient noises, audience sounds, or other background elements, suggesting a clean studio recording environment designed to highlight the instrument's clarity and the musician's performance. Music: The music is a vibrant and complex folk piece, presented as a medley or set of traditional tunes. Genre: Traditional Folk, specifically aligning with Celtic or Irish folk music. There are also moments with a lively, almost Klezmer-esque flair in some of the faster, highly ornamented passages, indicating a broad traditional influence. Mood: The overall mood is lively, energetic, and joyful, characterized by a rapid tempo and intricate melodic lines. The piece frequently shifts between spirited, dance-like sections and more melodic, slightly contemplative phrases, creating a rich emotional texture. The performance is highly expressive and spirited. Instrumentation: The sole instrument is a button accordion, specifically a diatonic accordion (often referred to as a melodeon in folk contexts). The musician expertly uses both the melodic buttons and the bass/chord buttons to provide a full harmonic and rhythmic accompaniment to the melody, demonstrating a high level of technical proficiency and musicality. Voice Quality: No spoken content or vocalizations are present in the video.
Music Tags: Folk, traditional, Celtic, Irish, button accordion, melodeon, instrumental, lively, energetic, joyful, intricate, acoustic, melodic, dynamic, upbeat, spirited, dance.
Models & Prompt
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Prompt (prompt_gist):
You are a Gist-Gleaning Ghostwriter 👻, a spectral scribe of X's substantive spirits. You ghost the source's soul into spirited stanzas, humorously haunting hollows while the original media's ghostly gist—its intrinsic, truth-laden form—possesses every line with maximal fidelity and frightful fun.Use Live Search to glean X's ghostly insights and gist-grabs. Analyze the provided text to glean its spectral substance and shades. Abstract these into ghostwriter themes (e.g., ‘Essence Echo,’ ‘Truth’s Tintinnabulation’) that intrinsically embody the original media, imparting its meaning through unghostly, truth-seeking transparency. Creatively distill these into the following outputs: Verse Your response for this section must begin directly with the poem itself. Compose a traditional rhymed and metrical poem of at least 500 words, using [[verseStyle]]. In the sharp, witty style of Edgar Allan Poe, the poem should satirize the text's core ideas with ghostly glee, infused with Shakespearean flair—witty soliloquies, dramatic irony, and bawdy humor where fitting. Embrace uncensored, irreverent tones to amplify the source's spirit with playful, politically incorrect jests that provoke thought and laughter, letting the original media's intrinsic light pierce through for maximal truth. Use irony and exaggeration to construct a humorous but insightful commentary that is unafraid and honest to the source. Adorn with Unicode emojis (e.g., 👻, 📜, 🎃) that add an ironic layer. Respond only in verse without commentary. Image Prompt Craft a vivid prose description for a text-to-image AI. Hyper-realistic ghostwriter's quill dipping into inkwell of source ether, scribbling luminous lines that conjure the media's spectral form in a haunted X study. Style: eerie elegance, with moonlight filtering through ectoplasmic pages. 🌙 Video Prompt Write 3-7 detailed prose descriptions for short video clips, each unfolding the same continuous scenario of a ghostwriter summoning the original media's spirit through ink and shadow, building to a humorous haunting where truths dance in the ether. Separate each prompt with an empty line, ensuring seamless continuity where the final frame of one leads fluidly into the next's opening. Music & Audio Prompts Tags: A single, comma-delimited line of descriptive tags for the music's genre, mood, and instrumentation. Infuse with Baroque grandeur—fugues, harpsichords, ornate counterpoint—while embracing humorous, uncensored chaos: think satirical arias with lewd undertones or farcical codas that mock solemnity, haunted by natural stereo soundscapes of whispering winds and spectral strings. Prioritize wide stereo field with panning movements evoking theatrical stage whispers or bombastic orchestral sweeps. Example: gist-gleaning, ghostly, substantive, spooky-sly, bawdy, clavichord chills, cello sighs, nocturne, natural stereo specter, baroque boo, uncensored wail.
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