Until I Had None Left To Give
For Harmonic Verses Challenge
So, I already had an entry for this challenge, and would have loved to have done something using my voice, etc., but I do not really have the resources or the budget for that. My first entry was solely the lyrics and structure, with lots of information about how I would have composed it if I had the time, resources, and skills.
So for my next couple of entries, I've opted for AI music generation. I am in two minds about it, as I value the creation of music organically by people, but as it is allowed for the basis of this challenge, I've been a bit lenient on my ideology. I told it I wanted it to be symphonic metal, post-hardcore, and no-wave. It mostly produced a post-hardcore/metalcore song, which is fine.
Here is the track in all its glory, followed by the lyrics.
Intro
Chant chant chant chant
decant the descent
Chant chant chant chant
descent by the cent
Verse One
When we first learn to count,
when we are so young, so naïve.
we learn to count in easy sets
we learn to count in easy sets
I started with so many, an arbitrary
number or value, heavy, with meaning
Chorus
But we are happy, if we are happy?
can we be happy? if we are destined to lose out on all that we gave, all that we were, when we're buried with the remains of our bodies or charred to ash, as the metal is removed and given to our loved ones to pour down a well, down a gutter straight to hell
Diversion (I actually meant this as a cue, rather than part of the words, but love that the AI included it)
argh, we live, we breathe, we die, we live, we count, we lie
Verse Two
I started with say, 100, that many?
As the time marched on, as life moved
on and up, I lost 10, not many?
Hurt myself, hurt others, lost 10
again, another and another 10
are you keeping count, keeping score?
Chorus
But we are happy, if we are happy?
can we be happy? if we are destined to lose out on all that we gave, all that we were, when we're buried with the remains of our bodies or charred to ash, as the metal is removed and given to our loved ones to pour down a well, down a gutter straight to hell
Bridge
Another 10 down the drain
another 10 felt the pain
another 10 Astro plane
saw the hurt in others caused
by others, selfishly, aimlessly
for greed, creed, propaganda
and more, 10 dropped, 10 left
I kept losing and losing
10 after 10 until
I had no fucks left to give
Final Chorus/Outro
But we are happy, if we are happy?
can we be happy? if we are destined to lose out on all that we gave, all that we were, when we're buried with the remains of our bodies or charred to ash, as the metal is removed and given to our loved ones to pour down a well, down a gutter straight to hell
10 after 10 until
I had no fucks left to give
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