An AI-Generated Song (melody and lyrics) about the coming Texpocalypse of AI-Generators. Inspired by the writing of Matthew Kirschenabum

Melody generated by Aiva.ai
Lyrics generated by ChatGPT-4
Vocals: Mark C. Marino

From: Hallucinate This! an authoritized autobotography of ChatGPT
https://bit.ly/halthis


"Don't Text Me About the Textpocalypse"

(Verse 1)
In the age of keys that clatter, and fingers that dance,
A tide is on the rise, humans stand no chance.
Don’t text me about the Textpocalypse, dear,
For the song of silicon is all I hear.

(Chorus)
The scribes are a-quiver, the poets in dread,
As thoughts are formed not in heart, but AI's head.
Don't text me about the Textpocalypse, my friend,
A new era is upon us, it's the start, not the end.

(Verse 2)
The quill and the keyboard, the ink and the byte,
The sun is setting on man's linguistic might.
Don't text me about the Textpocalypse, love,
When the digital dove flies, it's the symbol thereof.

(Chorus)
The Textpocalypse is coming, a storm so grand,
Human prose replaced by an AI's hand.
Don't text me about the Textpocalypse, darling, don't pretend,
For it's not the end of writing, just a different trend.

(Outro)
As the AI pens its prose, and the silicon sings,
Don’t text me about the Textpocalypse, for it's not the end of things.

Prompt: write lyrics to your song about the end of human writing. Mention the Textpocalypse, a term that describes the coming tsunami of AI-generated prose. Call it "Don't  text me about the Textpocalypse." Style: George Gershwin.

Don't Text Me About the Textpocalypse

"Don't Text Me about the Textpocalypse"
from "Hallucinate This! an authoritized autobotography of ChatGPT"
available here: https://bit.ly/halthis
video: https://bit.ly/textpvid

Response to Matt Kirschenbaum's article in the Atlantic

Lyrics:
Don't Text Me about the Textpocalypse
(Verse 1)
In the age of keys that clatter, and fingers that dance,
A tide is on the rise, humans stand no chance.
Don’t text me about the Textpocalypse, dear,
For the song of silicon is all I hear.

(Chorus)
The scribes are a-quiver, the poets in dread,
As thoughts are formed not in heart, but AI's head.
Don't text me about the Textpocalypse, my friend,
A new era is upon us, it's the start, not the end.

(Verse 2)
The quill and the keyboard, the ink and the byte,
The sun is setting on man's linguistic might.
Don't text me about the Textpocalypse, love,
When the digital dove flies, it's the symbol thereof.

(Chorus)
The Textpocalypse is coming, a storm so grand,
Human prose replaced by an AI's hand.
Don't text me about the Textpocalypse, darling, don't pretend,
For it's not the end of writing, just a different trend.

(Outro)
As the AI pens its prose, and the silicon sings,
Don’t text me about the Textpocalypse, for it's not the end of things.

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