Uh! Hah!

Thump–pop–chka–chka!
Turn it up—lock it in—let’s go!

Click of the heel, toe taps on the grid,
Ghost notes grinnin’ where the backbeat hid.
Choppy little riff, cut tight like a suit,
Guitar go chka-chka, bass go thump—pop—hoot!
Questions on the one, answers on the two,
Hands in the air if you feel that glue.
We don’t chase luck, we build the map—
Snap to the pocket, snap, snap, snap!

Little by little we stitch that line,
Kick drum wink and the hats go tss—tss—shine.
Rhythm like a riddle that the feet decode,
Step—pivot—slide on the syncopated road.

’Cause the search organizes the finding, hey!
In a world that organizes itself—uh!
When the groove starts binding, we align it, hey!
Let the rhythm shelve that doubt we felt.
The search organizes the finding, say!
Lock it, pop it, stack that shelf—come on!
In a world that organizes itself—
We build the beat and the beat builds self.

Slap that string—plak–pak—gumbo funk,
Drums throw confetti in a pocket of punk.
Clav bites corners, horns cut squares,
Keys roll dice on the stairs of the snares.
Question in the curl of a hi-hat kiss,
Answer in the grit of a midrange hiss.
We don’t wait—no fate—just flow,
Find what we sought in the seeds we sow.

Loop that lick ’til it learns our name,
Shuffle that deck ’til the wild cards tame.
Hands to the ceiling, floor to the sky,
When the parts interlock, we fly.

’Cause the search organizes the finding, hey!
In a world that organizes itself—uh!
When the groove starts binding, we align it, hey!
Let the rhythm shelve that doubt we felt.
The search organizes the finding, say!
Lock it, pop it, stack that shelf—come on!
In a world that organizes itself—
We build the beat and the beat builds self.

Who’s got questions?

We do! We do!

Who’s got answers?

Groove do! Groove do!

What’s our compass?

Kick on the one!

What’s our thesis?

Funk gets it done!

Bass go thump–pop, guitar chka–chka–chk,
Snare say ka! then the hats go tss—tss—tss.
Clap on the off, stomp on the six,
Count it crooked—make it fix.

Build… that… loop…
3–2–1—BOOM!
Final Chorus – big stack

The search organizes the finding, hey!
In a world that organizes itself—oh!
When the groove starts binding, we align it, hey!
Feel the shelves fill up with self.
The search organizes the finding, say!
Lock it, pop it, stack that shelf—come on!
In a world that organizes itself—
We build the beat and the beat builds self.

Uh! Hah! Chka–chka–pop—stay in the pocket.
Questions become answers when the parts interlock it.
Fade on the chant: “The search! (hey) The finding! (ho)”

The Search Organizes the Finding [free download]

This is a collection of my ideas articulated by AI. Workflow: all music by Riffusion. Most lyrics ChatGPT 3o.

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The Search Organizes the Finding [free download]

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