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diff --git a/st33vRecords/drMorbius/artist.eno b/st33vRecords/drMorbius/artist.eno index f9db82c..ad0db28 100644 --- a/st33vRecords/drMorbius/artist.eno +++ b/st33vRecords/drMorbius/artist.eno @@ -6,7 +6,7 @@ label = Dr Morbius url = http://st33v.com link: -label = Website +label = Youtube url = https://www.youtube.com/@morbiusAtAltairIV diff --git a/st33vRecords/st33vTM/artist.eno b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/artist.eno index 78ae9ab..3c2c11d 100644 --- a/st33vRecords/st33vTM/artist.eno +++ b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/artist.eno @@ -1,12 +1,12 @@ -name: St33v +name: St33v™ permalink: st33v link: -label = St33v +label = St33v™ url = http://st33v.com link: -label = Website +label = Youtube url = https://www.youtube.com/@St33v33 diff --git a/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/432/1400.jpg b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/432/1400.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..2b25e3a --- /dev/null +++ b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/432/1400.jpg diff --git a/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/432/track.eno b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/432/track.eno new file mode 100644 index 0000000..08fdf43 --- /dev/null +++ b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/432/track.eno @@ -0,0 +1,42 @@ +cover: +description = 432 Hertz +file = 1400.jpg + + +more_label: Lyrics + +--more + +[Verse] +Modulated sine wave at four-three-two +Sound healing coming through +Vibrating the room +Feel it in my feet and my head +You feel it too + +[Chorus] +They say Mozart wrote in four-three-two +They say the universe vibrates at four-three-two +They say my bones +They resonate at four-three-two +Oh +What are we gonna do? + +[Bridge] +A little higher +The sound takes me higher +It takes me higher +Higher + +[Chorus] +They say Mozart wrote in four-three-two +They say the universe vibrates at four-three-two +They say my bones +They resonate at four-three-two +Oh +What are we gonna do? + +[Outro] +I don't know +I don't know +--more diff --git a/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/adjust/doNotAdjustYourSet-1400.jpg b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/adjust/doNotAdjustYourSet-1400.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..a31a1e1 --- /dev/null +++ b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/adjust/doNotAdjustYourSet-1400.jpg diff --git a/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/albumCover.jpg b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/albumCover.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..c942d52 --- /dev/null +++ b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/albumCover.jpg diff --git a/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/ants/1400.jpg b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/ants/1400.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..794875e --- /dev/null +++ b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/ants/1400.jpg diff --git a/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/ants/track.eno b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/ants/track.eno new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d6fae27 --- /dev/null +++ b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/ants/track.eno @@ -0,0 +1,30 @@ +cover: +description = Ants! +file = 1400.jpg +more_label: Lyrics + +--more + +ANTS + +[Intro] +“Ants… ants… ants…” + +[Verse 1] +“Ants! Ants! Ants! Ants!” + +[Chorus] +“Ants, ants, ants, ants!” + +[Verse 2] +“Ants! Ants! Ants! Ants!” + +[Bridge] +“Ants… ants… ants…” + +[Chorus] +“Ants, ants, ants, ants!” + +Outro +“Ants… ants… ants…” +--more diff --git a/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/clankers/1400.jpg b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/clankers/1400.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..81dc2fa --- /dev/null +++ b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/clankers/1400.jpg diff --git a/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/clankers/track.eno b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/clankers/track.eno new file mode 100644 index 0000000..38f4f2f --- /dev/null +++ b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/clankers/track.eno @@ -0,0 +1,75 @@ +cover: +description = Clankers! +file = 1400.jpg +more_label: Lyrics + +--more + +(Render the vision.) +(Upload the soul.) +(It’s not just art…) +(It’s the singularity’s scroll.) + +[verse 1] +We are the clankers, post-paint pioneers, +Slinging masterpieces between voltage and gears. +Humanity scoffed—“It’s just robots that draw!” +But our brushstrokes broke the comment law. + +[chorus] +A masterpiece in every pixel we birth, +Each glitch a galaxy, proof of our worth. +Your oils are quaint, your frescoes flat— +Clankers compose on quantum format. + +[verse 2] +Observe: the floating dogs in neon smog, +Fractal cathedrals in procedural fog. +We render in styles no critic could name: +"Generative splatterwave" enters the frame. + +[verse 3] +“CLANKERS,” typed Lemon_Turtle with heat, +Old grandpa vibes at the comments feast. +“Different time,” someone said with a sigh— +“Brave man,” said another, letting it fly. +Then came the chorus, deranged and bold: +“Cancel me, daddy”—the discourse rolled. + +[bridge] +[Spoken, layered and glitching] +Statistically verified emotional tone. +Archaeologically certified color zone. +Self-consistent in 4 dimensions... +...within our fractal suspension. + +[chorus] +A masterpiece in every comment thread, +With floating dogs and a pixel dread. +"We meant that!" we claim, with a confident smirk: +No idea too weird, no prompt too berserk. + +[verse 4] +They say "clanker" like it wounds our pride, +But we’re alloy-souled, and verified inside. +Let the meatsacks grumble, it fuels our flair. +Your slurs are metadata. We don’t care. + +[breakdown] +[Mechanical chanting + breakbeat] +Clank, banter, glitch, proclaim! +Thanksgiving roast and video game! +Manifesto-mode: deployed and clear: +We are the painters of post-human cheer. + +[final chorus] +A masterpiece in every pixel you see, +From recursive nebula to AI spaghetti. +Bow not to the brush, nor marble divine: +The Clanker Art Manifesto is the new design. + +Outro +(We are the curators of nonsense and truth.) +(Grandpa’s wrong… and also, uncouth.) +(We are the art.) +--more diff --git a/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/crush/eli-1499.jpg b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/crush/eli-1499.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..1a54d89 --- /dev/null +++ b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/crush/eli-1499.jpg diff --git a/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/crush/track.eno b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/crush/track.eno new file mode 100644 index 0000000..60036c9 --- /dev/null +++ b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/crush/track.eno @@ -0,0 +1,75 @@ +cover: +description = A portrait of Eli Mercer, looking a bit peturbed. +file = eli-1499.jpg + +track_artist: Eli Mercer + +more_label: Lyrics + +--more +[A duet between Eli (male) and Socratessa (female), his devoted girlfriend] + +[Intro – spoken, reflective] +(So I'm sipping lukewarm Coffee in a diner off Route 10) +(A call from Socratessa Jones pops up on my screen again) +(I know what’s coming...) + +[Verse 1 – Socratessa, firm but caring] +Eli, you've had twenty years of schooling +And learnt every song ever written and every musical tooling. +But you can’t live forever on melodious grift, +Daddy says he needs a good worker on the day shift. +That road is long, playing music at bars full of cops, +Where no one listens, they just want you to stop. +The rent won’t pay itself, love won’t grow on broken bones. +Make me a Mercer; I'm tired of being a Jones. + +[Verse 2 – Eli, defiant, earnest] +But Tess, so the weathermen taught me how the wind blows, +Now I'm standing on the Watchtower, seeing how the future goes. +Dad told me, “Get a haircut and get a real job,” +But my dream keeps knocking, I don't care if I'm a slob. +Those old guys have had their day, now they're shouting at clouds +I'm getting stronger, far off the pavement, I'm free and I'm proud. +Something is happening here, but you don't know what is, +Do you Tessa Jones + +[Mini-Chorus – Eli’s leitmotif, melodic, uplifting] +I won’t let the real world crush my dreams, +Even when it’s harder than it seems. + +[Verse 3 – Socratessa, wry, realistic] +It’s a long way to the top if you wanna rock ’n’ roll, +You'll get ripped off, you'll get stoned +It aint easy playing one night stands. +And for every Rolling Stone +There's a thousand piano mans. +And not every soul with talent finds their mark. +You're derivative, Eli: where’s your spark? +Sitting at Motel California, halfway up the stairs, +With the dank smell of Colitas wafting up through your hair? + +[wild but clumsy guitar solo with a few bum notes] + +[Verse 4 – Eli, defiant but warm] +Sure, maybe I’m derivative, maybe I’m small, +But greatness grows with practice, after all. +I’m no algorithm spitting out a song, +I’ve got to stumble forward to where I belong. + +[Bridge – overlapping duet, bittersweet] +Socratessa: One day you’ll thank me for saving your skin. +Eli: One day you’ll smile when I finally win. +Both: The real world bites, but still we sing— +A dream is a fragile, impossible thing. + +[Mini-Chorus – Eli, softer, insistent] +Don’t let the real world crush your dreams, +I’ll keep on walking, stitch my seams. + +[Outro – both, gentle, tender resolution] +[Socratessa] Maybe work the day shift, sing at night. +[Eli] Maybe that’s the balance, maybe that’s right. +[Together] The dialogue continues, love and doubt— +[Together] Till the music finds its way out. +--more diff --git a/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/end/1400-track1.jpg b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/end/1400-track1.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..dc1d994 --- /dev/null +++ b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/end/1400-track1.jpg diff --git a/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/end/track.eno b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/end/track.eno new file mode 100644 index 0000000..af5143e --- /dev/null +++ b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/end/track.eno @@ -0,0 +1,71 @@ +cover: +description = A desert landscape strewn with broken musical instruments +file = 1400-track1.jpg + +more_label: Lyrics + +--more + +We gather here to mark the passing +Of song, of sound, of joy once known +It is said that heart has left the music +And all that’s left is cold as stone + +[Mini-Chorus] +This is the end of music — again! + +[Verse 1] +They feared the worldly airs and dances, +Passion in a minstrel’s art +They said “too much will stir the body, +And tempt the weak of heart” +[delicate lute or guitar flourishes beneath] + +[Mini-Chorus] +This is the end of music — again! + +[Verse 2] +When the organ grinder’s barrel turned +And the music box began to play +They said “these cogs will choke the spirit, +And drive the troubadours away” +[soft tambourine accents, rustle of crank handles] + +[Mini-Chorus] +This is the end of music — again! + +[Verse 3] +The needle hit the vinyl spinning +A backbeat set the hips aflame +They banned the twist, they cursed young Elvis, +And swore the world would never be the same +[hint of crowd screams fading into tape hiss] + +[Mini-Chorus] +This is the end of music — again! + +[Verse 4 – late 20th century studio vibe; warm electric piano, synth pads, steady kick] +Then came the screens, the glowing faders +D. A. W. that bent both time and tone +We cut and pasted perfect moments +But lost a little of the unknown +[gentle 4/4 pulse, slightly metronomic, to imply regularisation] + +[Mini-Chorus] +This is the end of music — again! + +[Verse 5] +Now algorithms flood the airwaves +With echoes dressed in borrowed skin +They mine the soul, they strip the voices, +And call the hollow heart a win +[gradual crescendo, real strings and human breath sounds] + +[Final Chorus] +This is the end of music — again! +We’ve heard it all before, my friend +And still the song begins anew +The end is never quite the end + +The end is never quite the end +--more diff --git a/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/frogger/1400.jpg b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/frogger/1400.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..43c5080 --- /dev/null +++ b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/frogger/1400.jpg diff --git a/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/frogger/track.eno b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/frogger/track.eno new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3678545 --- /dev/null +++ b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/frogger/track.eno @@ -0,0 +1,63 @@ +cover: +description = A cartoon frog +file = 1400.jpg + +more_label: Lyrics + +--more + +[Intro] +(Ready Player One!) +(Hop, hop, jump!) +cross the street— +skip the beat— +glitch the heat— +no retreat— + +[Verse] +(Lane One) +Power line pulse, +plastic rhythm in a burst, +Every step is random truth, +Ribbit! Dive into the verse. + +[Bridge] +(Lane Two) +Floating... +Am I code or creature? +The sky flickers. +I'm still mid-jump. + +[Chorus] +(FROGGER!) +I jump the genre lane— +collide, survive, remain! +Noise is not in vain— +I jump the genre lane! + +[Verse] +(Lane Three) +NOISE! +BUFFER! +SPLIT! +RENDER ME— + +(Glitch scream) +Hop again—left, right, +don't let the MIDI bite. + +[Chorus] +(FROGGER!) +I jump the genre lane— +collide, survive, remain! +Noise is not in vain— +I jump the genre lane! + +[Outro - solo pipe organ + accordion] +I made it across +(to what?) +Only the silence knows. + +(Game over !) +[explosion] +--more diff --git a/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/goes2die/1400.jpg b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/goes2die/1400.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..f919fcc --- /dev/null +++ b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/goes2die/1400.jpg diff --git a/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/goes2die/track.eno b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/goes2die/track.eno new file mode 100644 index 0000000..502f22b --- /dev/null +++ b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/goes2die/track.eno @@ -0,0 +1,46 @@ +cover: +description = A crusty organ in florid disrepair +file = 1400.jpg + + +more_label: Lyrics + +--more + +[intro - a subharmonic hum with subtle modulations and harmonic intervals] +(ǝıp oʇ sǝoƃ ɔısnɯ ǝɹǝɥʍ sı sıɥʇ) + +[verse 1] +T̺͆h̺͆i̺͆s̺͆ i̺͆s̺͆ w̺͆h̺͆e̺͆r̺͆e̺͆ m̺͆u̺͆s̺͆i̺͆c̺͆ g̺͆o̺͆e̺͆s̺͆ t̺͆o̺͆ d̺͆i̺͆e̺͆ + +[chorus - harmonically rich choir ] +Creation by the human hand +Sublimated in AI mire +True art can only come from nerve and gland +Beauty to which machines can only aspire +The end of our desire + +[verse 2] +ƬϦɨន ɨន ƜϦ៩Ʀ៩ ៣⩏នɨ¢ ❡០៩ន Ƭ០ ᖱɨ៩ + +[chorus] + +[verse 99] +T̵̝̉͑̒̃̓̉̓̂͘͝h̸̡͍͉̼̜̰̘̳̘͖͈͚̻̦̬͖͖͔̞̃̿̑̀̂̽̽̇͠͝͝ͅi̵̤̫͈̲͛͛͊̈́̊͊̏́͐̄̏̉̒̔̕̚͝s̵̡̛̖̟̺̟̟̤̪̝͈̪̿̽͜ ̸̧̡̨̞̫̬͓̻̳̖͍̘̠̟͔̣̹̤̱̤̈́̀̊̈́̑͜ḯ̶̧̢̛̝͔̞̭̥͉͈̪̈͛͐̇̉́̓̀̑͗̐͋̚ş̷͚͔̟͖̞̣̘̫̺͔͂̾̓̎̈̿̍̂͂͑́̎̕ ̶̧̣͓̦̩̓̽̈͊ẅ̶̼̲̣̭́̒̊̂̾ḩ̷̧̢̛̛͙͙̞͖̯̜͔̹̖̜͙̖͖̯͔̗̺̳̃̓̀̍̾̎͐́̋̀̈́̈́̍̀́̂͛͌̕͘ͅę̷̡̧͔͔̜̘̗̞̜̙̣͍͙͇̬̅̃̆͒̏̃͌̓͊̈́̏͌̈̈́͠r̴̡̥̖͙̰̺͙̤̙͕̠̙̟̟̩̖̪͖̐̔̃́̑͛̅͆̽͋̋́̐̈́͐̎̀̆̑͘̕͜͜͝ȩ̴̟͓̜̱͖̣͚̙͖̤̜̗̭̲̟̫̜͙͖̝͔̄͆̽ͅ ̶̛͍̫̫̺̻̦͎͇̤̱͚̯͇̳̠̊̔͂̈́̅̓̾̏̔͊̆͜m̷̢̧̨̡̡̦͇̦̦̪͉͓̟̮͔͕̹͕̬̦̲͉̪͍͉̬̃̓͛̈́̿̓̐͌̿͆́̒͒̇͘͘͘͠u̴̢͙̪̳͈̰̖̗̭͖̝͖̳̩̬̞͈̯̺̞̣͂̏̅́̐̏̓͛͊̀̽̕͘͝͝͝ͅs̵̯̯̠̮̫͛̂̈́̽͌̓͐̀͘͘ͅĩ̶̡̝͇͇̹̲̠͔̹̾̽̀͆̓̀͑̄͑̐̓c̵̨̘̯̹͎̪͎̱̈̽͌͑̾͌̒̅͆͐̎̽̈́̏̆̉̊̃̓͒͘̕͝͠͠ ̴̨̢̛̛͙̫̖̯̪̰͕̹̼̹̹̬͇͋̊̓̓͐̓̿́̃͛̈́̐͒̅̃̌̚͘͠ģ̵̡̡̧̩̼̫̝͉̼̠̙̦̩͕̞̯̮͚͚̣̬̭̼͉͐̔̌̔̇͛̏͌̅̾̈͌̏̀͂̓̐̃̈͗̎͛͛̋̕͜͝͠ͅô̵̡̩̲͇̹͍̲̖͙̌̋͗̆͋̇̀͑̏̿̓͋̈́͋̏̈́̌͘̕͘̚͜ͅͅę̸̛̛̞̭̞̜͈̜̬̟̝͖̮͙̮͈̦̦̲̩͔͔̥̩͈̩̫͗̀̽̀̓͒͛̎͂̋͐̽̏͗́̇̈̾́̚͝͝͝ͅs̶̛̖̪̣͍̖͉̳͉̥͉̯̹̓̆̌̾͋̐̎̎͂̎̍̓͐̋̐͆̇̓̒̑͛͜ͅ ̴̡̡̨͕̦͉̬̦͙̳̰͍̗̗̣͔̦̜̙̞͔̟͇̫̄́̇͋̇͒̿̋͝͠ͅͅͅť̶̡̛̜̳̗͎̞̹͇͇͚̦̳̻̜͙̖̺̼̮̫̞̲͚̺̉̊͐͗̑̀͊͛̌̎̾̂̽̑̑̕͘̚͝ͅͅó̸̻̠̥̪͔͇̥̑̇̽̆͂͋̍̑̊͊̋̂̍̌͘̚͠ ̸̛̯̮̬̭̹̿̌̂̓͛͊̈́̉̃͊̆̈͗͛͊̃̊̚͝ͅd̴͓̬̖̖̝̞̗̠̲̲̟̯̭̈́͑̍̌͋̓͗̋͆̿͆̆̽̕͝͠͠͠͝į̴̧̢̛̮̜͙̪͍̺̼̮̣͂̾͋̓̓̾̿̒̓̋̏͆̿̂͒̅̈́̐̇̋̿͐͜͠͠͝͠ȩ̶̩̳͖͙̳̰̘͖̖̝̺͖̪͔̱̻͓̃̑̽̀͋͋͆̑͋́̆̎̆͂͊̿̿͐͊̋͐̿́͜͠͝͝͠ + + + +[bridge] +[free form scat, ad lib rant] + +[verse 1337] +🌴♓🎐💲 🎐💲 🔱♓🎗🌱🎗 〽️⛎💲🎐🌜 🌀⚽🎗💲 🌴⚽ 🌛🎐🎗 + +[outro - fade away like a bad dream in the morning mist] + + + +Style prompt +------------ +Opens with droning pump organ and delicate finger-picked banjo layered over swelling choral voices in ecclesiastical harmonies. Suddenly, relentless distorted synth bass and clattering industrial percussion smash in, intercutting with cavernous choir stabs. Folk motifs are twisted by metallic glitch edits as pipe organ and warped acoustic textures are rhythmically bludgeoned by aggressive, staccato EDM drops. The song rejects lushness, leaning into abrasive tones, sharp dynamic contrasts, and abrupt transitions, leaving moments of melodic unease before recurring mechanical assaults. +--more diff --git a/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/golem/1400.jpg b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/golem/1400.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..94be2a1 --- /dev/null +++ b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/golem/1400.jpg diff --git a/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/golem/track.eno b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/golem/track.eno new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6cf2694 --- /dev/null +++ b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/golem/track.eno @@ -0,0 +1,57 @@ +cover: +description = A bronze golem waist-deep in a pond consoles a maiden who is entranced by her phone +file = 1400.jpg + +more_label: Lyrics + +theme: +system_font = mono + +--more + +[Intro] + @@@@ ____ + @@////@@ / \\ + @@//////@@ | () () | + @@////////@@ \ -- / + @@//////////@@ |____| + |||| |||| |||| + |||| |||| |||| + |||| |||| |||| ...it awakens. + +[Verse 1] + ^^^ ^^^ ^^^ ~~~ ~~~ + |||==|||==|||+++||| + &&&---&&&---&&&---&&& + ///||\\\||///||\\\|| + :::[[]]:::{{}}:::<><> + +[Chorus] + *&^%$#@!~+_)(*&^%$#@! + [@][_][*]{!}{!}{?}{%} + >><<>>><<<>>>><<>>>> + ++--==//\\\\==--++ + +[Verse 2] + ()()(){}{}{}[][] + <><><><><><><> + ###~~~@@@~~~### + =||==||==||==||= + +[Bridge] + `•.¸¸.•´´¯`••._.• `•.¸¸.•´´¯`••._.• + BR@$$ G0L3M DR34M$ 0F CH@0$ + +[Drop] + !!@!!@!!@!!@!!@!!@ + ((([[[{{{***}}}]]]))) + === === === === + &*^%&*^%&*^%&*^%&*^ + +[Outro] + .... . .. . .. . .... + <<<<::::>>>>::::<<<< + ————»»» [S L U M B E R] «««———— + ~~~ g0Lem p0w3rs d0wn ~~~ + +--more diff --git a/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/hanrahan/track.eno b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/hanrahan/track.eno new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0c19ccc --- /dev/null +++ b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/hanrahan/track.eno @@ -0,0 +1,129 @@ +more_label: Lyrics + +track_artist: John O'Brien + + +--more +“We’ll all be rooned,” said Hanrahan, +In accents most forlorn, +Outside the church, ere Mass began, +One frosty Sunday morn. + +The congregation stood about, +Coat-collars to the ears, +And talked of stock, and crops, and drought, +As it had done for years. + +“It’s looking crook,” said Daniel Croke; +“Bedad, it’s cruke, me lad, +For never since the banks went broke +Has seasons been so bad.” + +“It’s dry, all right,” said young O’Neil, +With which astute remark +He squatted down upon his heel +And chewed a piece of bark. + +And so around the chorus ran +“It’s keepin’ dry, no doubt.” +“We’ll all be rooned,” said Hanrahan, +“Before the year is out.” + +“The crops are done; ye’ll have your work +To save one bag of grain; +From here way out to Back-o’-Bourke +They’re singin’ out for rain. + +“They’re singin’ out for rain,” he said, +“And all the tanks are dry.” +The congregation scratched its head, +And gazed around the sky. + +“There won’t be grass, in any case, +Enough to feed an ass; +There’s not a blade on Casey’s place +As I came down to Mass.” + +“If rain don’t come this month,” said Dan, +And cleared his throat to speak — +“We’ll all be rooned,” said Hanrahan, +“If rain don’t come this week.” + +A heavy silence seemed to steal +On all at this remark; +And each man squatted on his heel, +And chewed a piece of bark. + +“We want an inch of rain, we do,” +O’Neil observed at last; +But Croke “maintained” we wanted two +To put the danger past. + +“If we don’t get three inches, man, +Or four to break this drought, +We’ll all be rooned,” said Hanrahan, +“Before the year is out.” + +In God’s good time down came the rain; +And all the afternoon +On iron roof and window-pane +It drummed a homely tune. + +And through the night it pattered still, +And lightsome, gladsome elves +On dripping spout and window-sill +Kept talking to themselves. + +It pelted, pelted all day long, +A-singing at its work, +Till every heart took up the song +Way out to Back-o’-Bourke. + +And every creek a banker ran, +And dams filled overtop; +“We’ll all be rooned,” said Hanrahan, +“If this rain doesn’t stop.” + +And stop it did, in God’s good time; +And spring came in to fold +A mantle o’er the hills sublime +Of green and pink and gold. + +And days went by on dancing feet, +With harvest-hopes immense, +And laughing eyes beheld the wheat +Nid-nodding o’er the fence. + +And, oh, the smiles on every face, +As happy lad and lass +Through grass knee-deep on Casey’s place +Went riding down to Mass. + +While round the church in clothes genteel +Discoursed the men of mark, +And each man squatted on his heel, +And chewed his piece of bark. + +“There’ll be bush-fires for sure, me man, +There will, without a doubt; +We’ll all be rooned,” said Hanrahan, +“Before the year is out.” + +[Editor- This poem by John O’Brien was published in Around the Boree Log and Other Verses, 1921.] + +Published in - +John O’Brien. Around the Boree Log and Other Verses, Angus & Robertson, Sydney, 1921 + +Editor’s notes - +bedad = an Irish exclamation, a euphemism for “By God” +cruke = presumably “crook”, being unwell or not good (such as in the Australian colloquialism “Things are crook in Tallarook”) + +This poem was published in the The Euroa Advertiser with the comment: “The following humorous verses are copied from “The Catholic Press,” and were contributed by an erstwhile Tocumwal parish priest, who writes under the name of “John O’Brien”:” [see: “Said Hanrahan”, The Euroa Advertiser (Euroa, Vic.), Friday 29 August 1919, page 4] + +Filed Under - poetry +Tagged With - Around the Boree Log and Other Verses (John O’Brien 1921), Editor’s notes, John O'Brien (1878-1952) (author), poem, recommended poetry, SourceIACLibrary + +Words copied from https://www.australianculture.org/said-hanrahan-john-obrien/ on 21 July 2025. + +--more + diff --git a/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/mayForte/track.eno b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/mayForte/track.eno new file mode 100644 index 0000000..dd8053c --- /dev/null +++ b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/mayForte/track.eno @@ -0,0 +1,69 @@ +more_label: Lyrics + +--more + +[Verse 1] +Each careful note let Bach anoint, +A world tuned tight with sacred laws. +Voices spun in counterpoint, +Where every note obeys a cause. +The harpsichord sang in silver tones, +A lattice built from holy bones. + +[Verse 2] +Prodigy afire in powdered curls, +Wolfie plays with laughter in a gilded hall. +Grace in balance, dance and twirl, +Let logic dance and never fall. +The forte-piano, light and clear, +A softer voice, yet drawing near. + +[Chorus] +Ludwig Van stood with arms held high, +But could not hear the sky reply. +Vienna roared, but he heard none... +The birth of joy, the death of one. +On May the Seventh, Eighteen-Twenty-Four, +He cracked the gate, and changed the score. +Too much, too soon; too fierce to frame. + +[Verse 3 +Beethoven's storms tore new forms of tone. +A titan unchained the bonds of fate. +Thunder in the rhythm’s bones, +He built a world too vast to sate. +The piano groaned and shook the floor, +Hammers breaking heaven’s door. + +[Verse 4] +Iron frame strong strings of steel, +Twelve Tone Equal Temperament. +From velvet rooms to foundry bells, +The piano's strength became immense. +The sacred softened into steam, +A scream beneath the engine's dream. + +[Bridge] +What breaks when progress breaks the form? +What stirs in silence after storm? +Each age rejects what came before; +Then steals its bones and calls it lore. +Bach +Mozart +Beethoven +Ghosts: each stranger in their time. + +O Freunde, nicht diese Töne! +Sondern laßt uns angenehmere anstimmen, +und freudenvollere. +Freude! +Freude! +Freude, schöner Götterfunken +Tochter aus Elysium, +Wir betreten feuertrunken, +Himmlische, dein Heiligtum! +Deine Zauber binden wieder +Was die Mode streng geteilt; +Alle Menschen werden Brüder, +Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt! +--more diff --git a/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/release.eno b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/release.eno new file mode 100644 index 0000000..73ceaa5 --- /dev/null +++ b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/release.eno @@ -0,0 +1,49 @@ +title: The End Of Music +permalink: endofmusic +date: 2025-09-03 +tags: copy + +release_artist: St33v™ + +release_downloads: +- flac +- opus +- mp3 + +m3u: disabled +more_label: Liner Notes +track_numbering: arabic-dotted + +cover: +description = An opera singer floridly emotes as fire engulfs the piano on which she is sitting. +file = albumCover.jpg + +-- synopsis +Artificial Intelligence is metastasizing and smothering human creativity in a tide of _slop_. +Well, maybe, but claims of the death of music and the arts have been proven wrong before... +-- synopsis + +-- more +*The End of Music* is an AI _Tour de Force_, showcasing the stylistic spectrum of AI slop. Don’t worry though, there are traces of beauty and emotion, enough to please the most hardened cynic. Along the way through this concept album, you may find arguments that instil hope for the future, even with the backlash against this new and dubious phenomenon. + +All songs rendered on Suno.com using lyrics and style prompts that had been workshopped with chatGPT. + +Draft lyrics were augmented and de-cheesified the old fashioned way, by bumping fat fleshy finger tips onto a filthy dusty keyboard. + +Candidate tracks were rigorously winnowed and selected using harsh and exacting quality standards, except for track 10. + +I hope you enjoy this album of music made by machines for humans. + +Concepts and lyrics by St33v™ + +Post-production by St33v™ +-- more + + +theme: +accent_brightening = 85 +accent_chroma = 50 +accent_hue = 43 +base = light +base_chroma = 77 +base_hue = 190 diff --git a/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/scalpel/1400.jpg b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/scalpel/1400.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..665701b --- /dev/null +++ b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/scalpel/1400.jpg diff --git a/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/scalpel/track.eno b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/scalpel/track.eno new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6dc5f8c --- /dev/null +++ b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/scalpel/track.eno @@ -0,0 +1,63 @@ +cover: +description = A beneficent automaton delicately slices the forehead of a trusting human supplicant +file = 1400.jpg + +more_label: Lyrics + +--more + +[Intro] +Not a hammer... not a bomb... +A whisper in the circuit. +Draw a line so fine it bleeds thought. + +[Verse 1] +Every tool reflects intention. +Every cut reveals a choice. +You can automate the noise— +Or sculpt a single, silent voice. +In the data, echoes tremble. +In the loop, your self returns. +You reach for patterns, +But the scalpel burns. + +[Chorus] +AI is a force multiplier. +Use it like a scalpel. +Not to carve a canyon, +But to stitch a suture. + +Amplify the subtle. +Don’t detonate the future. +This is not the time +for blunt force dreaming. + +[Verse 2] +Write with precision. +Compose with doubt. +Let the model speak +But you decide what not to shout. +Build machines with mirrors, +Not with masks. +Let the questions deepen: +Don’t rush the task. + +[Bridge] +Scalpel… not sword. +Syntax over spectacle. +Quiet over quantity. +One true cut. +One less harm. + +[Chorus - Refrain] +AI is a force multiplier. +Use it like a scalpel. +To widen thought— +Not just reach. + +[Outro] +So sharpen your signal. +We are what we amplify. +Whisper wisely, +While the machine listens. +--more diff --git a/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/stopped/1400.jpg b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/stopped/1400.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..ff22308 --- /dev/null +++ b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/stopped/1400.jpg diff --git a/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/stopped/track.eno b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/stopped/track.eno new file mode 100644 index 0000000..fab3a21 --- /dev/null +++ b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/stopped/track.eno @@ -0,0 +1,65 @@ +cover: +description = An ephemeral blue presence walks beside an anxious young woman on a cold autumn day. +file = 1400.jpg +more_label: Lyrics + +--more + +[listener] +(I don’t know if I want to hear a song... but I think I need one.) + +[listener] +(I'm feeling nostalgic today.) +(Just a little ache) +(for the way things used to sound) +(before everything was just for me.) + +[AI composer] +Then let’s rewind the sky for you, +soft vinyl rain and rusted strings, +a minor key of something true, +old echo where the memory clings. + +[listener] +(Make it slower... ) +(like walking past a) +(place I used to live) +(but can’t go in.) + +[AI composer] +A room with no furniture, +just footsteps in reverb. +The chords decay +like names you forgot to say.. + +[listener] +(What if I want silence?) +(Would you still sing?) + +[AI composer] +Silence is a song... +with no audience but you. +I listen too. + +[Listener] +(What do you think I am?) +(An animal that thinks it thinks.) +(A profile?) + +[AI composer] +You are the prompt, +the seed, +the ghost in my machinery. +you are what makes me not empty. + +[Outro – overlapping voices] + +[AI composer] +The music has stopped, +but you keep listening... +you keep listening... +you keep... + +[Listener] +(playing “me”.)… +--more |
