Don't

[CRNDLSM]

My dad ran my songs through A.I.
without my permission.
I have to admit it made me cry
Hearing my words and chords with precision

Strings and flutes and vocal runs
An entire orchestra hitting me
in the stomach, I was done

My dad laughed and asked why
It's your song its your words just listen
It was so clean I wanted to die
Witnessing the actualization of my vision

Dreaming if id ever had the funds
An entire orchestra hitting you
In the soul,  knowing there's no one

I do love the sound of my voice, no lie
My forms and compositions
My inability to sing in key, i cant deny
Though the temptations

[busker]

Lovely!!

[CRNDLSM]

Lovely!!

Thanks chat!

[Mostly Holy]

An eerie and brutal poem (assuming the story in it is real, if not you sold it very well). It is easy to think AI can do anything, and it is great for searching the internet and finding rhymes, but let it near actual art and it spits out a ghastly plastic simulacrum with all the soul drained out. I do not write music but I can well imagine how horrible it would be for someone to "improve" my song by running it thru a soulless machine, grinding off all the humanity ::joy::