Tricksters triumph over the serpant and eat good.

Swamp Rabbits

Sphere

PLEASE READ THIS! THIS IS NOT A PROMOTION!
I'm posting this here as a curiosity and... a sorts of warning. Artificial Intelligence has entered the sphere of music creation. And it hits with enormous power...

This is a song that my wife (she's German Language teacher) generated using Suno.ai in about 2 minutes, just giving it a prompt to generate a rock song. Its lyrics come from a really cheesy song included in a children's textbook. She just wanted the song to sound more accessible to today's kids. She didn't actually realize what this song would cause. And it left me completely shocked and actually questioning the point of further activities in music... 

My wife, by generating this song, gave the A.I. ​​a lot of scope for its own "imagination". She did not specify the structure of the song or the elements to be included in it - which can be set by entering appropriate comments in the song's text. What surprised me is how wisely the A.I. ​​approached this task, how it determined what should be included in this song. A huge surprise for me is the second part of the song, where the A.I., having no more lyrics, created something incredible, using elements such as triplet, half-time and returning when we expect the song to have ended. What's even more surprising is that the A.I. ​​understood that it was a song in German and was inspired by German-speaking bands such as Die Ärzte and used the typical German song structure, including the sound of the vocals.

Yes, I know, I do music for fun, but I still don't know what to do next... I'm thinking how it will impact the music industry? Let's talk about it in the comments and remember - let's be polite.

Below is a link to the original song, I improved it a bit, but whether it's for the better is a matter of taste:
https://app.suno.ai/song/180bb869-7d3f-47d7-86fa-8f44261ee80c/
And here is another one that left me speechless, also generated by my wife:
https://app.suno.ai/song/d5cb1dec-43ca-4d5f-a6f0-f4d8b5825cdc/

Du kanns ja mal...

(WARNING! This was generated by A.I.) Du kannst ja mal... (das Tierbuch fragen)

Thanks to Chloe for vocal harmonies

Who are these, their lips curled back
Their intense eyes are down where their intent lies
And the great trees are unmoved as they look up to the sky
Who are these with a vital mercy mission
Their incandescent sparks flashing  rages in the dark
The Sun cares nothing for them, nothing for them.

What single beat knows it's resonance?
What precious heart can stand to be apart?
-      It’s in the endless now
And a breath is just a breath and is all until it’s spent
-      Ever falling down
Delicate blooms reach up, captive by their roots
-      If there’s no way out
Their self fulfilling purpose an insubstantial circus 
-      Then let them slay me now
They are entwined, but they are blind

A View from the Great Trees

Melodic progressive composition with poetry reading
https://open.spotify.com/album/0sleKeZmZbkejQljK1mGpp?si=bUnGwLpjQvqm3ODZSZqAMg

Одинокий космос (Alone in Space)

Terra Sapiens - Одинокий Космос (Alone In Space)

....I hope he will forgive the presumption...
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This little project only stirred into life when graced with the pulse of Debbie's wonderful accompaniment and the breath of David's visionary arrangement and production.  Thank you both, dear friends.

Find Debbie's piano music here: https://soundcloud.com/debra_buesking
and David's guitar music here: https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203
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.... Inspired By Mr. Pärt's Spiegels

Dear God, just look at the state of you - what the hell happened?
Did time do that all by itself?
Chiselled and scraped with gentle, temporal strength?
Yesterdays now patterned well with telling tales of wear and tear.
Always took such good care that you ticked every health kick box
But all the ticks collect their tocks, bundling up the time we thought was dangling spare.

And wrinkly skin comes out to play, crafting plots with crumpled neurons badly frayed, and
Liver spots about the edges worn of happy recollections,
Waltzed away, invisible to the swinging of that penduled clock.
Take your eyes off it for just a minute and you’ve lost a day, 
And then a decade’s worth of wry reflections,
Lovingly to fold them up and let them lie in memory’s pocket.

Those lines that contour of your brow, a biography of creases now
And all cut down so very deep.
Each epidermal void crevasse life’s stylus tracks a scratching past
Evinces of a record no mortal hard re-format could delete.
And of your eyes, sallow yellowed at the margins, framed by corvid feet
Rigid-set to well outlast whatever bargained span of life your good Lord deems replete.

As if your face lampoons of age itself, wrecked and bent
Of scars that trace minutiae, carved in master sculptors’ stone
And none too soon, for just that task and that alone, recording compressed of the past..
We both know well which ones are smiles and which the pain that heaven sent,
The former few, soft of the flesh, the many others sunk unto the very bone,
The harshest welt of any sole upon the universal cobbler’s last.

But does it help to so reflect, or but to hurry time’s neglect?
Of such consideration circles wrapped in worry tearing down
All edifice of self respect, the towering pit of pity comes once more to town,
Parades a circus fine of talents, self deprecating jestered clowns
And galloping horses all the while stampede about the rounded ropes
Vespered peace forever sought, just out of reach, concedes of futile, now confounded hopes.

So what of forward self projection, folding the creases back behind
And out of sight to speculation on future solaced peace of mind?
Perhaps again the crashing wall of fast reality, solid bricked
Determines upward focus but to fall, as if to gravity’s grounded truth 
Tricked of consequential solitude, rimed of age, aching of the aged sick
No respite there nor rectitude as once you found in torrid youth.

But perhaps I’m speaking out of turn and out of place,
For though your memories sear and burn as if to carbonise some worthwhile trace of validity
On that unholy visage lit by lives lived long before….
It matters not and changes nought, not a jot nor yet a thought
For you and I know better than to seek a settled score from comment fair
After all, you are I, staring back at me from the mirror mounted there.

.... Inspired By Mr. Pärt's Spiegels ... With Debra Buesking and David Dunham

Pretty Papers

12/17/2024

What I Want To Tell You

Off our soon-to-be-released album, this song is one of our "glitch style" pieces - all extra short, they avoid traditional structures and include playful instrumentation. This one includes Gina's surprise "sampled" vocals. 

Water can get in
Wherever air may go
Wherever air may go
Water can get in
Water can get in
I won't let you make me be the mad one
No no no
I won't let you make me think they're the bad ones
I won't let you make me be the mad one
I won't let you make me think they're the bad ones 
Wherever air may go

water can get in

New Kraut In Space

Eine Zusammen Arbeit mit Karin Maria - Brunner
Vielen Dank Karin Maria, dass du mich angefragt hast für dieses Jazz Album. Hat viel Freude bereitet.

Instrumente :  Vibraphone, Drums, Piano, Synthesizer, Bass, Guitar

Veröffentlicht von:

iMD-KMB
Erscheinungsdatum :
11. November 2023
P-Linie:
℗ 2023

Swamp Rabbits

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