Name: Thomas' Song by bE AnOthEr in be2
Duration: 3 min 21 s
Description: be-another.com

exellent, it makes me think about the great singer, Suzanne Vega!! Respect!

You're really able to capture that melancholic mood! Great work!

wonderful sensitive rock song, great arrangement and production !!

Christmas All Day

This song is a bit campy. The core of this thing is pure Isley Brothers' formula from the 70s -- they had these no nonsense, hard slamming funk songs that just went on forever (and you want them to). And there's also a healthy dose of 80s/90s slinky funk guilty pleasures like Grace Jones, Sade, & Seal.

is it finally living this feeling inside
I waited for hours with a slow burning fire
now is not the time to evade in the face of desire

but that's how it goes when you hold the control does it feel right
you're letting it go and I know that you know are you satisfied

the rules of the game are so easily changed
let's be honest about it lonely hearts will stray
I am still willing but your love is failing me every night

oh but that's how it goes when you're running the show  how you feel it
you're letting it go and I know that you know I can't steal it

out in the city new hearts align   
but tonight I am only alive for yours and mine

Control

Well the moon’s on the move, and it’s soon going to hit the earth
And the foosball crew from the UN will lose in the end
And the news isn’t true, and the truth isn’t new, it’s the same
And the view’s out of use, so just screw anyone who needs the frame
You’re trying to get it but, you don’t
You’re trying to end it but, you won’t

Hey, lord
Hey, lord

I’m just trying to make it out alive my friend
The naked truth is that you’re out of line my friend
It pays to sue, but the countersuits might win
So don’t get fooled by the kind of suit I’m in
I mean I wanna do some stuff to you that’s kind of screwed up
I mean I’ll fuck you in two thousand ways like Kama Sutra
I mean I’m trying to do my part, and you are what? Who knows
It doesn’t matter if you’re true or not, you know
You’re trying to sit it out, but you won’t
We got the city now and, you don’t
You don’t

Ends Meet

It’s a Vision

If you have ever experienced helping friends or loved ones through tough times or ever had support from others when you have been struggling to deal with things, then just remember that there is always hope :) 


Hold on
Take what I have and follow me
Stay with me 
Follow my lead 

Its our time
We can be what we want if we want to be
Don’t waste it
Its something we need

Why is it hard to carry on?
Why do we find it hard
Righting any wrong
Why can’t we see what’s going on
And take it slowly 

In a new light  
You can look back in time and think differently
Stay with me  
I’ll help you to breathe

Move on
We can leave things behind that we don’t want to see
I’ll be with you
If you want me to be
 
Why is it hard to carry on?
Why do we find it hard
Righting any wrong
Why can’t we see what’s going on
And take it slowly

Why is it hard staying strong?
Why do we find it hard
When its easy being wrong
Why can’t we see what’s going on
And take it slowly

Just hold on
Take what I have and follow me
Stay with me 
Follow my lead

Hold On

https://youtu.be/dLLddlqKIHc?si=wT5hmEY_W3Fp5ZvI 

This is my attempt at performing this song in a single take with just me and my guitar (Taylor 114 ce)
Also to compare and contrast, here’s a  link to a more polished full band version of this song that I recorded with the help of the Eclectic Collective 
https://soundcloud.com/josh-clary-1/ai-sucks-the-eclectic?si=67d29d363d2a419dacbf860fa471165e&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing
Many thanks to SoundCloud musician Michele Ansani  https://on.soundcloud.com/A24Cig19AVNqQmCk8 who's lyrics inspired me to write this song and collaborated with me to help bring this song to life.
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Lyrics
When I was thirteen I picked up my first guitar
it was my mother's, it only had one nylon string 
I tried to play it like a rock star
I learned to play the Coca-Cola jingle
So I could teach the world to sing
When I was fourteen, I put on six new strings
I learned to play Beatles, I learned a Bob Dylan song
I sounded out of tune but I tried to carry on
At fifteen I wrote my first original tune 
So bad it sounded like it might have been written by a baboon
When I was sixteen, I got a new guitar for my birthday
The metal strings sawed through my fingers but I continued to play
And as the calluses formed and every day I learned a brand new chord
I was obsessed with that guitar and I never grew bored.
I wrote songs every day and most of them were a mess
But I believed that through hard work, I could achieve success
Malcom Gladwell wrote a book that said it takes ten thousand hours
To become and expert at your craft
And now all it takes is two commands and an enter
And in two minutes you have ten versions of the same damn new song,
You just have to choose the type
folk, rock, rap, pop, metal, jazz, trap or blues.
You don't even need to write the lyrics, 
your push a few buttons let the AI choose.
And people will think your songs are great 
even though you didn’t write or play a single note.
When I was 20, I did my first concert, it was time
it occurred in a village square
there were four cats all friends of mine
I was still using the plectrum and sometimes I got the chords wrong
at thirty I finally wrote what I thought was a decent song
It had a very well thought out structure and a catchy vibe and beat 
It was overly verbose but when I played it people tapped their feet
In my forties I stopped wasting my time
Work was more fun I was doing just fine
I had a steady paycheck that could feed me 
And the record companies didn’t need me
In my fifties once again my musical juices started flowing
I bought the necessary equipment I was eager to get going
I recorded all my strumming and saved it onto my PC
The internet and technology were advancing rapidly
I took those special songs I’d written of which I was most proud
Posted them Instagram, You Tube, Tik Tok and SoundCloud
I asked myself if a tree falls in the forest and no one’s around
Does it make a sound?
But now all it takes is two commands and an enter
And in two minutes you have ten versions of the same damn new song,
You just have to choose the type
folk, rock, rap, pop, metal, jazz, trap or blues.
You don't even need to write the lyrics, 
your push a few buttons let the AI choose.
And people will like your songs even though you didn’t write or play a single note.

AI Sucks Acoustic Live Version

I decided to take another stab at this song and play my guitars.
Guitars: (3 tracks): Taylor 114ce strumming and Fender Squire (strumming and picking) 
Keys: Logic Pro Session Piano  with sounds from Native instruments
Drums (two tracks): EZ Drummer 3 and PG Music (panned left and right)
Copyright 2025 Joe Stroffolino
***
Sea monkey’s are just brine shrimp
Easier to take care of than a pet chimp
You just buy a kit and that’s pretty much it
Much less work than a cat a dog or a pony
But those pictures that they put on the box are definitely phony
Sometimes it feels like we’re just a bunch of sea monkeys in a jar
Living on this great big rock orbiting a star
We pray to God for assistance but what if he’s just a little boy
And this world that we live on is just his latest toy
What if we’re living in some kid’s jar and the sun is a lightbulb
It’s not really a star
What if every time the human race takes it on the chin
There’s some kid looking down staring with a silly grin
Eight billion humans on the planet earth and we’re all trying to get by
I wonder if those sea monkeys knew the truth would they still even try
Did he sprinkle some eggs in the water and wait for the fun to begin
Did he watch he watch us fight our wars and root for the good guys to win
When the black death raged in the thirteenth century and good people started to die and he saw all that pain and and suffering did it ever make him cry
Eight billion humans on the planet earth and we’re all trying to get by
I wonder if those sea monkeys knew the truth would they still even try
Eight billion humans on the planet earth and we’re all trying to get by
I wonder if those sea monkeys knew the truth would they still even try
Sea monkey’s are just brine shrimp
Easier to take care of than a pet chimp
You just buy a kit and that’s pretty much it
You just buy a kit and that’s pretty much it

Sea Monkeys In A Jar

written by jeff gardiner

There's a Wrinkle  in the Moment 
the Muse is missing in the War Zone
Beauty has a different definition
in the loaming of the elder days

My Alcoholic friend came busting through the treeline
stone cold sober, when the quarter moon was rising
and the surf was crashing
crying like a child

Said he saw the future in a puddle in his driveway
after eating mushrooms from Hawaii-

That's when i started laughing
That's when i started crying
trying and deciding to give it all away-
beginning with Cessation
embracing the rejected
replacing the infected with absolutely nothing but Compassion-

Forgiveness out of order
being highly overrated
since the bad behaviors
are in the very natures of the perpetrators

Recalibration,  however is an option
in the aftermath's Duration
and the possiblity of Passion 
still lingers in the fingers on the fretboards
and the singers sing songs they've written
while smitten with emotion of the joyful
and broken hearted lovers and covers
and collections of recollections of Moments--

Wrinkle in the Moment ( from the Half-Life collection on Bandcamp)

File Updated: More Mix Master Sarah getting delivered here. We added some additional lyrics and backing vocals and SK mixed and mastered them like the mutated carrot human Sarah is. What a genius we have on top of this planet. Thanks Scratch Kelly :-)

Lyrics
Time to test time
Flow in rhyme
Exo makes jail for mind matter mine
Intuitive thought
Instinctual
No messy thoughts
Divine deliverance
Placebo proof
Chooses truths
No lies emerge when this mode is heard
Thoughts are herd, interferance
The muted one won't see that reverence
Ever present of presence
At one with the mammoth
Still alive as mutated carrot

See, I am everything
So flow chooses to bring
Standing waves for sin
Handing haze the bin
The rubbish of man
No fake thinking
It's Spirit
It's Soul
It's need for good role
It's time that we saw new pathway,
New God
It's me
It's you
It's hill of trees
Truth

We see
We do
It's for new youth
It's retention
Ascension towards my younger proof
It's real want to mute the spoof
Ryhme to test ryhme
Flow divine
We are the whole Earth
It's finally lassooed from both sides
Simultaneous prize
Just by beings alive

~Soothe~

Cometh conduit
Let's dive
Earth's cored connection is live,
Thrive holding hive,
Now is live to survive,
Drive new alive

~Soothe~


Update: Song... I'm sorry to say your owner is a day late with the pressies... However they have more then made up for it by mastering you again like a master of you they are... Schweeeeet

Update 22/05/2025 @ 22:33 GMT: Hi Song. I hope you've enjoyed your second birthday. It's still your birthday in Ireland... That's the really coo thing about being a song on the internet... You can celebrate your birthday in every time zone for a whole day with the people you make happy... its really cool... Anyways you now have more singing and electric guitar lead. Hope thats not too much musical cake for you. Until next year my friend :-)

Lyrical Party for this piece of Peace: https://soundcloud.com/scratchkelly/exo

Happy Birthday dear Song,
Happy Birthday dear Song
Happy Birthday dear Exo
Happy Birthday to You


Well done Sarah... If you tell me when your birthday is privately I can wish you a happy birthday then... But this is to pay homage to your song itself as an entity that has left you as an artist and is doing its bidding (fair play it's a cracker)... 

Dear song, I made you a salad of words and sang them as best as I could today so munch away on that love filled green and rest assured these words only intend to say thanks for what you gave us and what you will continue to give us in the future. Happiness :-) Very poetically we have a nice coincidence in the source of the words. Your creator and myself were discussing creativity and I decided to time myself like the young lad I try and be and see if I could explain it better to myself and your creator haha... After writing the words in 12 minutes listening to you, good song... I realised it was your birthday. How powerful is that! We then took an additional 48 minutes to deliver the present by email to your creator at 11:11am today.

You empowered my day dear song... Thanks again and have a wonderul life longer then mine and every other muppet on planet Earth 

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