Gewinnbringende(?) Koperation mit KI: Songtext – Kant'scher Geist im hinabrollenden Wagen

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Ausgehend form Prompt
Write a song about a car with loose handbrake, rolling down a steep slope, tumbling into an ocean of lies and ignorance and digital noise. In the rear seat sits the spirit of Immanuel Kant, spirit of Enlightenment, spirit of despair and grief.
ist nach einigem Hin und Her folgender Songtext entstanden.

Down the Slope of Reason​


Tonart: Gis-Moll

  • Verse: frei, spärlich reimend
  • Chorus/Refrain: AABB + Hookline CCD
  • Bridge: ABCA

Vers 1​


Akkorde: G#m – B – E – C#m

The handbrake slips—
just as a thought left unattended.
The car moves without a sound,
its weight adores gravity
fin'lly freed from memory.

In the passenger seat,
the spirit of Immanuel Kant
sits with empty eyeholes,
despaired about the burden
of seeing too much,
sadly changed some centuries.

Chorus​


Akkorde: G#m – B – E – F# / C#m – E – B – D#m

Down the hill, the silence grows,
Where reason slips and no one knows.
The ocean waits with hollow skies,
A mirror full of thoughtful lies.
Handbrake loose, the slope bumpy an' steep,
The Enlightenment just rolls on.

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Vers 2​


Akkorde: G#m – C#m – B – E

No driver, no map,
just the slope—
steady as history,
slipp'ry as memory.

Wheels catch on gravel like notions on doubt.
He speaks, not aloud,
into the shadow of thought:
"Act only on that maxim..."
But the sentence gaspingly drowns
in floods of zeroes and ones.

Chorus​


Akkorde siehe oben.

Down the hill, the silence grows,
Where reason slips and no one knows.
The ocean waits with hollow skies,
A mirror full of thoughtful lies.
Signals fail, the lights keep flick'ring wrong:
The Enlightenment just rolls on.

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Bridge​


Akkorde: E – D#m – G#m – F#

Two things, he said, command respect:
The sky above, the law within.
But both are dimmed and hard to find—
buried beneath what we were to keep.

Letzte Strophe​


Akkorde: G#m – E – B – G#m

Now the car is a question
with no one left to answer.
The Enlightenment, seatbelted,
falls backward
into the open arms of forgetfulness.

Still speaking,
not looking if any one listens.

Chorus​


Akkorde s. oben

Down the hill where truths unwind,
The ghost of thought is left behind.
The sea won't catch what reason throws,
And Kant just watches as it goes.

The Enlightenment just rolls on.
The Enlightenment just rolls on.

Die guten Ideen und Änderungen weg vom Nichtssagenden stammen von mir. Was war und was mir nicht so arg gelungen ist stammt von ChatGPT. Die Akkordprogressionen habe ich unverändert gelassen, meine Ohren müssen noch befinden, ob die Analyse lohnt.

Vom Text wird in dem, was ich noch machen möchte, nur die instrumentale Oberstimmenmelodie übrig bleiben. Kann halt nicht singen, und suno.ai will, dass ich mich anmelde. Nö.
 
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