Lyrics
Yo, gather 'round, let's crack a joke or two 'bout the music game and the AI coup Musicians frownin' while computer code's crownin' Creativity we once knew, now it's drownin' Used to be, you needed skill to write a tune Now you press a button and it's done by afternoon So, they tell me AI's makin' tracks that slap I'd rather hear a cat playin' keyboard in my lap Tech heads claim it's the next big thing But can a robot feel the blues or make a guitar sing? Remember the times when lyrics had soul? Now it's all 'bout algorithms takin' control It's like robots stole the pen from Bob Dylan's hand Can you imagine AI writing 'Blowin' in the Wind'? It's a world where your mixer has more fans than your band And guitars might just be for decor in the end I mean, what's next? A Grammy for Best New Algorithm? It's a hard-knocks life when your synth is a mathematician Look, who needs a guitar when you've got a keyboard full of codes? Skills obsolete, like cassette tapes on dusty roads Drummer's got a gig, but it's not on stage, it's a code-a-thon Instead of sticks, they're clicking mice, till the break of dawn And the singer, oh the singer, with a voice so fine Replaced by text-to-speech, with just a press, that voice ain't even mine
