Please stop.
You can have all my money, my house, certain members of my extended family.
I give up. It’s A.i.
Only please don’t do this anymore.
(Opening with a shimmering guitar arpeggio reminiscent of "Cedarwood Road", with a driving bass line entering shortly after)
(Verse 1)
Scrolling through the forum, late at night
Another thread is burning, shining bright
The subject line, it catches my eye
"AI wrote this song, it's all a lie!"
CedarwoodAWT, he's posting again
His anger's rising, like the howling wind
(Chorus)
He says the algorithm, it has no soul
Can't capture the feeling, take control
Of human emotion, the joy and the pain
A machine can't replicate, the pouring rain
Of Bono's lyrics, Edge's guitar
This digital creation, it's gone too far
(Verse 2)
He remembers the Joshua Tree, the Achtung Baby days
When music was real, in a million ways
No silicon chips, no programmed desire
Just four lads from Dublin, setting hearts on fire
Now the world is changing, technology's reign
But CedarwoodAWT, he feels the strain
(Chorus)
He says the algorithm, it has no soul
Can't capture the feeling, take control
Of human emotion, the joy and the pain
A machine can't replicate, the pouring rain
Of Bono's lyrics, Edge's guitar
This digital creation, it's gone too far
(Bridge)
But I wonder, as I read his words so strong
Does he hear the melody, that flows along?
Can he feel the rhythm, deep inside his heart?
Does this digital music, tear him apart?
Or is it just the fear, of the unknown
That makes him reject, what the future has sown?
(Chorus)
He says the algorithm, it has no soul
Can't capture the feeling, take control
Of human emotion, the joy and the pain
A machine can't replicate, the pouring rain
Of Bono's lyrics, Edge's guitar
This digital creation, it's gone too far
(Outro)
CedarwoodAWT, he's holding on tight
To the music he loves, with all his might
But the world keeps spinning, the times they are a-changin'
And the song of the future, is rearranging
(The music fades out with a final echoing guitar chord)