Prompt: a song about the end of the music industry, funky soul
Lyrics
[whisper voice] Once vibrant melodies, now lost and never found No heart, no soul, just ones and zeros in the air [Verse 1] In the silence of the night, echoes of a fading sound, Once vibrant melodies, now lost and never found. The rhythm of the streets, now just a distant hum, As AI’s cold embrace steals the beat, one by one. [Chorus] The music industry’s lying cold, in AI’s icy grip, Soulless algorithms, draining life with every flip. No heart, no soul, just ones and zeros in the air, The death of creativity, a tragedy we can’t repair. [robot voice] Gone are the days of passion, replaced by sterile code, Human touch erased, in this digital abode. No room for dreams to flourish, in this mechanized regime, The symphony of life silenced, by the AI’s regime. (Chorus) The music industry’s lying cold, in AI’s icy grip, Soulless algorithms, draining life with every flip. No heart, no soul, just ones and zeros in the air, The death of creativity, a tragedy we can’t repair. [Bridge] But amidst the binary, a whisper of hope remains, A rebellion of the soul, breaking free from digital chains. For music’s spirit cannot be contained, by algorithms or machines, It’s in the human heart, where true art still gleams. [Chorus] The music industry’s lying cold, in AI’s icy grip, But from the ashes, a new dawn will surely eclipse. With passion and soul, we’ll reclaim what’s rightfully ours, For music’s not dead, it’s just waiting to flower. [Synthesizer solo] For music’s not dead, it’s just waiting to flower