Lyrics

The willow wept up on the hill it stayed
Watching how beyond it men lay claim
With bricks and mortar and clays
Digging holes in the plains
The weeping willow sighed
Watching how the men played
Among concrete pavements
And solid glass
Reflecting light to the skies
Blinding where the grass once rose
Deforming the clouds’ soft forms
The weeping willow heard the sounds
That deafened the sounds of its leaves in the wind
They were roaring
And goring
Thumping and bumping
As they destroyed the rest of the plains
The weeping willow asked for its ears to be cut off
And branches were sawn to make for tables
And patio doors
It was the end of the weeping willow
As the black paths to nowhere
were dug around its roots
As it’s bark was torn apart
The weeping willow smiled
It need not watch what men would do
Instead it knew its wood would be polished
Made to shine
Adorn the diners
Or turn to ash
But no longer would the willow weep
Or watch what men undid
To quench their greed

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Weeping willow song

Don’t be fooled I’m no musician or singer, far from it I cannot sing since age of 12 since my voice broke and I had to leave the school choir. But I am a creative, and artist, better known for my drawings and illustrations than any other part of my art. 

However, my art is about communicating ideas, ideologies, thoughts, emotions and from drawing to installations, to sound I will delve through it and produce as I go. 

Word and sound have been two constants but never found a delivery vehicle through which I could reach a wider audience, particularly with my word art. I’m not into putting myself out and at the forefront, I am more the one at the back of the crowd. 

So delivery was always an issue. And then I found AI, not to create my art but to deliver. 
Original word art transformed into song tracks by having a voice and finding the right genres, styles, fusions of different styles and language.

Every piece is my original word art, for you that would translate to Lyrics, but it has a wider context for me. And AI assisted in creating the track.

So this is just one of my projects.

Importantly to me is bringing my word art into the public arena for once is a completion of successfully navigating past one of the biggest obstacles in my life. In school whilst I was not in the lower classes, yes tier systems suck, I was considered as someone who would fail English. If told enough times you will, so I did. It took a teacher I will never forget to pick me up and show me that others were wrong and he showed me I could do it. But the scars were always to stay. So language has always been my inferiority complex. Ironically my art took me to become a reporter although  always very much never believing my worth, and also hiding my written word art from the public, even the family. Things changed when at my later years I’m realising I have nothing to be ashamed of as I have achieved a lot and it’s time to take a plunge and let the words flow out into the public arena.

I have a voice, it speaks all day and like all my work I have stories to tell or wish to tell. Thoughts I wish to discuss, ideas I wish to have others debate, emotions I wish to describe, protests I wish to scream out, sounds I wish others to hear, whispers I want to send into the breeze, joy and play I wish to share.

As a follower of cybernetics art I believe I am just the delivery vehicle, original source, the prospect that others could use the sound and take it further is something which has not gone past me, hence this now becomes a collaborative work.

Sharing to make the art develop, grow, mature and spread wider than its original intent of putting words together to express something.

Maybe there are human singers out there who will use my words, or visualisers who will push the visuals further. All I ask is for the authorship of the original words and their composition to be respected and rewarded as deserved, respecting their origins. 

But take it on and take it forward if you wish and let me know where and how it’s gone so the connection and link is maintained.

On the simpler level I hope the words find an audience and provide something for someone, even if it’s just one person.

As I say I am not a singer or a musician just a creative doing his art. A whole lot of respect to those who have their own voices and talents in music, my words are mine and I use AI trying to find you with that talent to take my words on. Not out of disrespect. But Ai gives me a chance to reach out where I have not had a chance, and hopefully connect with others by offering my word art. 

You will find I’m one who stands behind the crowds, and I intend to stay there as that’s were I feel safe.

Weeping willow song

Stephen Ignacio