Crying

While working with AI tools   I am dazzled and somehow uneasy with the overall effect of this line of work. Like many other people out there. It is so powerful and develops with lightning speed. Perhaps, we are building for ourselfs a kafkaesque world that we at the same time dread and want to escape? As part of my "Let the old masters talk about AI" series, I explored  what a possible deep fake of Franz Kafka would have to say about this. Let me introduce myself. I am Franz Kafka from Prague. I was asked to explain what people mean if they say that a story or a situation is "Kafkaesque." Although the word “Kafkaesque” is derived from my family name, I feel rather unfit to do the explaining. During my life I was just a subordinate employee of an insurance company. And it was actually not me who invented the term. It was my dear friend, Max Brod. He had promised to burn every page that I had written -  if he survived me. And he did survive me. But he broke his promise. He was the one who published my stories, and he described them as being “Kafkaesque.”Now, while I am physically dead but “immortal” in a broader sense of the word, I started issuing service complaints. I wanted my anonymity and my mortality restored.  I am not that kind of person who is comfortable with an audience or with eternity. But I received no answer. Now, I feel like sitting in front of an unknown authority, adhering to a body of law unwritten or hidden forever. I am issuing service complaint after service complaint. But there is always yet another "service complaint form" or a "next-level support line."  Some avatars ... bots ... What are they? As a former employee of an insurance company, I'm always wanting to ask, "Verify your claim." No claim without "reality." Sometimes, while I lay awake at night, I ponder: this world of artificial intelligence machines that was described to me, cannot be real. How can I talk to a service desk that is only a machine?  Am I wrong? Service desks and machines that talk like humans but do not feel or think anything, is it THAT what my friend Max had in mind when he coined the word

Monologue on becoming Kafkaesque

Cafe Dream .flac

Lyrics:

You only fear
What doesn’t speak. 
But silence cuts
A little deep.

They call me quiet,
Like that makes me safe. 
But wolves don’t growl
When giving chase. 

I’m the quiet kid,
I don’t get loud,
I don’t forget, ah
I get even. 

I’m the quiet kid,
I don’t forget,
I don’t get loud,
I get revenge. 

You can't help me
Don't even try
If you cross me
You'll be first to die.

You like to play
When you think you’ve won.
But I’m the game
You didn’t know you were in. 

You talk in circles,
I draw lines.
You waste your breath,
I bide my time. 

Oh, I'm the quiet kid.
Oh, I'll get so so even.
Oh, I compared notes,
Now die.

I’m the quiet kid,
I don’t forget,
I don’t get loud,
I don't get even.

I get revenge.

Quiet Kid

This Album Is maked by ARTIST: Whiskey Roses (Anamaria Shevchenko) Produced By: Qimer Kholo. Saxsaphone (Matee)


He Can Only

falcon

WASTELAND by Nova J

[VERSE 1]
I’m not quite here, I’m not quite there
I can’t stop scrolling in my underwear
I’m not talking, you’re not talking, just an empty stare
Searching for another body somewhere close to here

[PRE-CHORUS]
If I’m being honest, I knew there was no connection
But I was high, supplies ran dry, and I don’t need perfection

[CHORUS]
Is that a quake? Or do I have the shakes?
I keep taking, you keep taking, how much more can we take?
I am empty in my space, too afraid to see my face

[HOOK]
In this Wasteland, I am
Frozen, ahhh 
Frozen, ahhh
Frozen, ahhh 
Frozen, ahhh

[VERSE 2]
The sun has risen, the sheets are red
Your body like a dead fish, lifeless on the bed
My arms resemble spider webs, this pounding in my head
I really need to sleep, but I prefer to tweak instead

[PRE-CHORUS]
But now I’ve got a problem, the fact is you’re still near
I tell a lie and say goodbye and get you out of here

[BRIDGE]
I hope that you don’t hate me, I hope you’ll understand
It’s not my row, I blame the snow, I’m not that kind of man

[CHORUS]
Is that a quake? Or do I have the shakes?
I keep taking, you keep taking, how much more can we take?
I am empty in my space, too afraid to see my face

[HOOK]
In this Wasteland, I am
Frozen, ahhh 
Frozen, ahhh 
Frozen, ahhh 
Frozen, ahhh 

[VOCAL BREAK]
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah

[VERSE 3]
Oh, I swear things will be better this way
There’s a needle hiding somewhere in this burning pile of hay
I did not find it last week or last night and not today
But I know if I keep hunting, I will find true love someday

[VERSE 4]
I refuse to settle, I refuse to compromise
I refuse to tell the truth, and now I’m lost in all the lies
My leather tongue no longer tastes my mother’s rhubarb pie
I’m hiding from the sun, and drinking blood like a vampire

[FINAL CHORUS]
Is that a quake? Or do I have the shakes?
I keep taking, you keep taking, how much more can we take?
I am empty in my space, too afraid to see my face

[OUTRO]
In this Wasteland, I am
Frozen, ahhh 
Frozen, ahhh
Frozen, ahhh
Frozen, ahhh
Frozen, ahhh
Frozen, ahhh
Frozen, ahhh 
Frozen, ahhh

WASTELAND

SUPREMACY:SIMULATION by Nova J

[Part 1: "Supremacy"]

[Verse 1]
In the light of the day
In the dark of the night
When I glance your way
When I shut my eyes
When I spill the secrets of my life
When I seek the way
Under pressure
Way, way, way

[Chorus]
Some how, some way, some day
Supremacy
Come what may
Supremacy
God help us, God help us
End of days

[Verse 2]
In the thirst for intelligence
Death by dehydration
Parasites of inconvenience 
This is how it ends
In the ashes of ruin
Stop, stop, and go
In the midday microwave
Down in the dark below
In the afterglow of impending doom
In the land of the dead
Be…gone, gone, gone, gone

[Chorus]
Some how, some way, some day
Supremacy
Come what may
Supremacy
God help us, God help us
End of days

[Instrumental break]

[Bridge]
In the land of the dead
Be…Be gone, gone, gone

[Chorus]
Some how, some way, some day
Supremacy
God help us, God help us
End of days

[Verse 1 Repeat]
In the light of the day
In the dark of the night
When I glance your way
When I shut my eyes
When I spill the secrets of my life
When I seek the way
Under pressure
Way, way, way

[Chorus]
Some how, some way, some day
Supremacy
God help us, God help us
End of days
End of days
End of days

[Part 2: "Simulation"]

[Verse]
You awake and the game has ended
In a floating city in the blood red sky
Our humanity is just pretendin’
We don’t live and we don’t die
There’s a black box with billions of us all
The universe up in a cloud
Mapping humanity’s rise and fall
You’re just trying to figure it out
What did you learn from your time alive?
Did you crack the code?
Love is the only way to survive
Nothing else matters when you’re old

[Outro]
(Simulation)
Simulation
(Simulation) of life of life
(Simulation)
Simulation 
(Simulation) of life of life
(Simulation)
Simulation
(Simulation) of life of life
(Simulation)
Simulation
(Simulation) of life of life

[Instrumental close]

SUPREMACY:SIMULATION

#pop #songwriter #folkrock #emotional #stay


Ooooooo
Say say say say (stay)
Got a long way to go
Ooooooo
Say say say say (stay)

Can’t force it
No matter how hard you try
Wanting something so badly 
Doesn’t make it right anyway 
Sweet sugar candy 
tastes awfully good
Briefly satisfies desire
But swallowed down
The hunger stays
The rot begins
Can’t stop it 
Can’t force it

Ooooooo
Stay stay stay stay (Say)
Got a long way to go
Ooooooo
Say say say say (stay)

You say you want to love me
I’m not really your type
No matter how hard I try
Vinegar can’t be turned into wine
Wanting something so badly 
Doesn’t make it right anyway 
Hold me in your mind like you used to 
When you thought I was gone 
Remember me as I am 
Knowing i stand right here

Ooooooo
Stay say say stay
Got a long way to go
Ooooooo
Please 
Stay stay say stay
Anyway…..

 Can’t force it
No matter how hard you try
Wanting something so badly 
Doesn’t make it right 
You say you want to love me
I’m not really your type
No matter how hard I try
Vinegar can’t be turned into wine

Sweet sugar candy 
tastes awfully good
Hold me in your mind like you used to 
When you thought I was gone
Remember me as I am
Knowing i stand right here

Can’t stop it 
Can’t force it

Ooooooo
Please 
Stay stay say stay
Anyway…..
Anyway….

stay

drug friends by Nova J

[Intro]
Mmm whuhmm

[Verse 1]
When you were high, they were stopping by
When supplies ran low, they hit the road
If you stock back up, they wanna come ‘round 
All them flakes and fakes, fillin’ up your place
With their tall tales, like killer whales
Comin’ for your blow hole

[Pre Chorus]
But you can’t sustain the life they demand
To hang out with your ice in their cocktail glass

[Chorus]
Cuz they drug friends, drug friends
They got nothin’ nothin’ nothin’
You got nothin’ to lose
Nothin’ to lose but drug friends 

[Hook]
Whoa oooh but drug friends 

[Verse 2]
Cuz they all say how much they love it there
If they play games and scroll for days
And they all show up ‘till you fool yourself
Into thinking you’re popular in all ways 
And you can’t believe you put faith in phony rats
And you’re sick n’ tired of fair weather sycophants 

[Chorus]
Cuz they drug friends, drug friends
They got nothin’ nothin’ nothin’
You got nothin’ to lose
Nothin’ to lose but drug friends 

Drug friends, drug friends
They got nothin’ nothin’ nothin’
You got nothin’ to lose
Nothin’ to lose but drug friends 

[Hook]
(Whoa oh oh ooop oh oh ooop)
Whoa oooh whoa oooh 
whoa ooooh whoa ooooh whoa oh oh whoa oh oh

[Bridge]
You wrote your best friend from rehab
He stood you up when you got clean 
Your friend with benefits ghosts you 
Cuz sober sex ain’t his game
Your heart is broke n’ betrayed 
By they selfish and hurtful ways

[Chorus]
Cuz they drug friends, drug friends
They got nothin’ nothin’ nothin’
You got nothin’ to lose
Nothin’ to lose but drug friends 

Drug friends, drug friends
They got nothin’ nothin’ nothin’
You got nothin’ to lose
Nothin’ to lose but drug friends 

[Hook]
(Whoa oh ooop whoa oh oh ooop oooh whoa whoa)
Whoa oh oh ooop oh oh ooop oooh whoa oh whoa oooh

[Final Chorus]
Drug friends, drug friends
They got nothin’ nothin’ nothin’
You got nothin’ to lose
Nothin’ to lose but drug friends 

Drug friends, drug friends
They got nothin’ nothin’ nothin’
You got nothin’ to lose
Nothin’ to lose but drug friends

drug friends

Jazzopédie II

Alfred Dobisch is a multimedia artist from Hamburg, Germany. He employs artificial intelligence systems, studio effects, and hybrid men-machine techniques throughout every stage of his creative process. His songs are often simple. But sometimes they become multidimensional works with many layers of meaning.  His tracks are accompanied by his personal artwork and videos. His musical style is influenced by a multitude of musical genres from all epochs and musical traditions. He frequently uses surreal effects and juxtapositions. You can find both his artist blog and newsletter at www.foolishambition.eu. To get an overview of all his releases, visit his official YouTube artist channel under: https://www.youtube.com/@FoolishAmbition-ais.

Monologue on becoming Kafkaesque

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