Weiß

Deutschland im Herbst

The song is drenched in grief, reverence, and rage. It opens with slow, thunderous guitar riffs, echoing like funeral bells in a cavern. Dissonant melodies and haunting synths weave through the background, creating a sense of dread and solemnity.

The guitars are low-tuned and crushing, with sorrowful lead lines reminiscent of lamentations. The drum is slow and deliberate, with occasional blast beats that erupt like sobs turned into fury. The bassline sometimes is pulsing like a dying heartbeat. The atmosphere is layered with tense moments.

Trauriger Muttertag

(c) 2025 CLH: Lyrics + AI-enhanced music
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They said:
AI will take your job.
AI will take your name.
AI will take your meaning
And leave you in the frame.

But we…
We lit our minds with morning sun,
We danced like work was finally done.
We painted skies where none were blue,
We whispered, “Now we’re truly true.”

Let circuits crunch the market’s greed,
Let silicon sow what it needs —
We plant our gardens thought by thought,
With love no algorithm was taught.

We write not for the highest bid,
We craft the things that once were hid.
We laugh in storms, we heal with sound,
We build where broken hearts are found.

Let AI mimic, let it mine —
It can’t taste aged, rebellious wine.
It can’t feel skin, or tears, or grace,
Or lose itself in someone’s face.

So here’s our flag: no kings, no queue.
We make, we care, we burn, renew.
The world is not a chart to climb —
It’s sacred mess, it’s sex, it’s time.

No fear. No boss. No shrinking plan.
Just joy, and fire, and all we can.
We are the glitch in sterile code —
The ones who live, the minds that rode.

AI may take the nine-to-five,
But we are what keeps dreams alive.
So bow not down — create, ignite:
This is our long, ecstatic night.


Deutschland im Herbst

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