(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.


We Gave the Future Back Its Soul (alt rock)

It begins around three thirty
On a Sunday afternoon
Private jets from Zurich
Heralds for the gloom
Summon up the courage
To contemplate the fact
That tonight is a school night
The Monday monster’s back

[Chorus]
You are mine
I will own you
No matter how you try
You can’t darken my sky
I’m occupying Monday
Or at least that’s what I think on Sunday

Long shadows cast by small things
Take a drink to clear the gloom
Delaying the inevitable 
With the spinning of the room
Summon up the courage
To contemplate the fact
That tomorrow’s crawling closer 
There is no going back 

[Bridge] 
I have to fool myself 
Into getting out of bed
Cos the Monday monster’s hungry 
And demanding to be fed

[Instrumental Break] 

[Chorus]
You are mine
I will own you
No matter how you try
You can’t darken my sky
I’m occupying Monday
Or at least that’s what I think on Sunday

Courage from the low countries
Helps to start the day 
Dream a plan of occupation 
As the journey slips away 
Arrival at the temple 
To worship the blind idol 
And realise the fact 
That what you’re doing’s pointless 
And the whole thing is an act 

[Chorus]
You are mine
I will own you
No matter how you try
You can’t darken my sky
I’m occupying Monday
Or at least that’s what I think on Sunday


Her Name Is Alice

Shinedown