Tuesday, September 24, 2024

Craziest AI Yet- Have You Heard of Suno?


Ok- in a world that continues to blow my mind. My latest fun experiment is with an AI Music App called  Suno. Suno is an AI music generation platform that allows users to create complete songs, including lyrics, vocals, and instrumentation, simply by providing a text prompt describing the desired style and mood; essentially, it's like a "ChatGPT for music."

So to test out Suno, I took some poems I have written over the years and used Chat GPT to help me change them to the format of a song,

Then in Suno, I created the style and it produced these songs- all in about 2 minutes each:

Note- the song link takes you off the post- you may want to see the lyrics and then click the song link- or just use the back button or open this in 2 windows.....

Song 1: Eyes on Thee- 

This poem was originally written as a dad looking at my daughter but feeling the distraction of the world. I decided to turn it to a mom's perspective:

Verse 1
I can't connect eye to eye with you,
Though your eyes, they beg me to.
Flickering with wisdom's flame,
Then sliding away in hurt and shame.

Chorus
Some eyes look down on me,
Your eyes look up, waiting free.
Some eyes, they turn away,
While others are filled with hate.

Verse 2
You look to me with need,
Waiting for me to lead.
Your heart so soft, so still,
With a moldable will.

Chorus
Some eyes look down on me,
Your eyes look up, waiting free.
Some eyes, they turn away,
While others are filled with hate.

Bridge
But His eyes, they search within,
Shining on shadows of sin.
Her heart needs His light to see,
And her eyes, they plead to me.

Verse 3
I seek the eyes of the world,
For their solace, for their word.
But His eyes, they search the heart,
To strengthen the loyal part.

Chorus
Some eyes look down on me,
Your eyes look up, waiting free.
Some eyes, they turn away,
While others are filled with hate.

Outro
Oh, Lord, if my heart is Yours,
I’ll seek the treasures unseen.
Answer this child on my knee,
And know You’re looking at me.
Then she’ll be staring... at Thee.

Song 2: Unknown and Unrealized


This song is a lament of passing into the senior years written originally on my 60th birthday, but I have played around with it since then. There is a lot here- Wordsworth, Keats, Tai Bachman and it wrestles with regrets of the past- unknown and unrealized thought experiments personified.

Verse 1
Close enough for words to form,
But silence stays, just like a storm,
Whispers in the quiet air,
Things that could have been but won’t be there.

A look, a touch, a flash of gold,
Daffodils in dreams untold,
A thousand futures we won’t know,
But they light up the soul, they glow.

Chorus
In the unknown, in the unrealized,
There’s freedom where we fantasize,
A dance of dreams that never land,
A love that we don't understand.
In the space where we don’t belong,
There’s heartache but it’s still a song,
It’s where the might-have-beens all hide,
In the unknown and unrealized.

Verse 2
Like the last leaf hangin' on,
We ache for what is never gone,
Frozen in a sweet goodbye,
Like Agape watching from the sky.

Cleopatra, Aphrodite laugh,
But we hold tight to the path,
Two lanes runnin' side by side,
Are they the same? We wonder why.

Chorus
In the unknown, in the unrealized,
There’s freedom where we fantasize,
A dance of dreams that never land,
A love that we don't understand.
In the space where we don’t belong,
There’s heartache but it’s still a song,
It’s where the might-have-beens all hide,
In the unknown and unrealized.

Bridge
If I’m honest, I wanna know,
The questions that I never show,
The answers scared to find the light,
It’s a soulfight, yeah, a soulfight.

Chorus
In the unknown, in the unrealized,
There’s freedom where we fantasize,
A dance of dreams that never land,
A love that we don't understand.
In the space where we don’t belong,
There’s heartache but it’s still a song,
It’s where the might-have-beens all hide,
In the unknown and unrealized.

Song 3- Cold Coffee

I wrote this poem originally in my early 20's as I noticed all of these 1/4 filled cups of cold coffee in styrofoam cups and it symbolized how I wasn't finishing projects. This was a challenge to become a finisher.

Verse 1
Quarter-filled cups of coffee,
Shadowed stains beneath the rim.
Cooled liquid, thick and grim,
Foam that fades on a careless whim.

Chorus
Signs of progress, fleeting, frail,
Time's trail etched, like a worn-out tale.
Piles of paper, dreams torn apart,
The weight of hours, heavy on my heart.

Verse 2
What reward for hours spent?
Riches, honor—just fragments lent?
Watched time fades, potential lost,
Dreams turned opaque, at such a cost.

Chorus
Three-quarters empty, ambitions incomplete,
Symbols of plans we can't defeat.
Epochs wasted, schemes so small,
Unfulfilled dreams—they stand too tall.

Bridge
Unrequited desire’s depth,
Anger buried, no passion left.
Actions churn, but stay so still,
The road ahead bends against my will.

Verse 3
Will minutes always drag on slow?
What's the price for the seeds we sow?
When success fades to a shade of gray,
The trap of life won't go away.

Chorus
Three-quarters empty, ambitions incomplete,
Symbols of plans we can't defeat.
Epochs wasted, schemes so small,
Unfulfilled dreams—they stand too tall.

Outro
I laugh at myself, such a fool,
Caught in the mirage of my own rule.
A wasteland of naive dreams,
Silent ambition, stifled screams.


Finally- a fun one-Song 4- Baby Brother

This was a fun one thibking of my two grandkids and how they are full speed ahead and the stress on a parent- my biggest regret is not including the two dogs as well!


Baby Brother
(drums boom, boom- boom- boom-boom)
Thighs of Thunder
(drums boom, boom- boom- boom-boom)
Baby Brother
(drums boom, boom- boom- boom-boom)
Thighs of Thunder
(drums boom, boom- boom- boom-boom)

Bald head laughing
(drums boom, boom- boom- boom-boom)
Little Haynes Dancing
(drums boom, boom- boom- boom-boom)
Bald head laughing
(drums boom, boom- boom- boom-boom)
Little Haynes Dancing
(drums boom, boom- boom- boom-boom)

Family fun time
no sleep for the weary
chaos insanity
and running on empty

Is this not crazy that you can create content like this in mere minutes?

The very first message sent on the brand new technology of first more code message to be sent by telegraph on May 24, 1844 was 'What hath God wrought?' a verse from Numbers 23:23

Wow- how far we have come!








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