TOOLS (The Definitive Conductor)

electro-disco, bubblegum, glitch, synth-dub, art-rock, hip-rap, dasynth-pop, art song, cybernetic cabaret, ocassional Funky grand piano flourishes, then funky pounding chords

[Intro - studio noise, mic handling, man vocalizes, coughs, clears throat]

[Man vocalizes, coughs, clears throat]
"Ugh... This is it? Really?"
"Eh,.. yea..
that's what i got to work wit, so, um, Sorry, it sounds like that. Do you think can U use it?"
"Let me try it on & see.."

[male warped voice sings:]
Do re mi fa blah blah blah ttea edoa doe. e. KlKlunk unk kka-a-klka-la--klak-klak…… Ugh
"Ohh, thats Sad... ok.. ehh"
I know, right?
"Ready? The notes R starting right about... Almost... ok Now!"

[Verse - sincere, searching, slightly unstable]
It wasn’t yesterday i felt my center move
I’ve been gathering these fragments(parts of pieces of me)
Since I first learned to choose
Words & breath & stupid rules
Where nothing ever clicked(nothing fit)
I sensed the shape of who I was
Just not how to become it(I'm st-st-still be-becoming...)

[Bridge - quiet resistance, small lift]
So I kept the questions running
When your answers didn’t work for me(they rarely ever fit)

[Chorus - clear human vocal, bigger but not polished flat]
Now I have these tools I’ve found
I've become the conductor - i don't disappear in my own sound
No stupid Smart chips lived my painful years
aOr process the weight of all my fears(until i showed it how)
aThoughts & meanings I was building
So that someday I might be right here
(Can you c me?)(Can.you.hear.me.now?)
I was always here
(Can you c me?)(Can.you.hear.me.now?)
I was always here

[Whispered:]
"&HaHa, am now i'm gettin all up in your gears"

[Verse 2 - grounded, vulnerable, words tumbling forward]
I taught myself the grammar of defeat(wrote most of it myself)
Learned to find harmony within my doubts
Looked for the smallest cracks
Where I could let some of my truths leak out
I don’t need to take the whole stage
Just want a few words to land
You don’t need to get it all
Mayhaps someone out there might understand

[Pre-Chorus - weary but steadier]
If I seem steadier now
It’s because I’ve lost & learned ("again.. &again.. &again..")

[Chorus - richer, more human, harmony opens]
Now hear my voice
Cobbled together for you with tools I’ve found, in the words I feel
"Under the AI-&-duct-tape holding me up"
I'm right here
So I been intentionally making these awkward sounds, cuz...

[Rich, human, harmonious]
Electrons didn’t hold these thoughts for years
They just helped me make them clear.
I was always creating so that
Today I might be right here

[Bridge - art-rock build, confessional, slightly chaotic]
I've tried to be the whole machine(i thought i had to b it all)
Composer, voice, engineer
Broke some discs I couldn’t spin, or just didn't want
Carried doubt through my every year
It ain’t no shortcut - this is synthesis
Years of endless cycles finally finding rhythm
No delusions of perfection
No, tools didn’t make me an artist.
It just amplified who I truly am.
("Perfection will NEVER EVER become me!" "Oops, wrong song!" But true here too.
"Even AI can barely make this voice sound nice" "&we both work damn hard on it" (yes we do))
We, i mean I, uh, we, eh whatever, Just seek alignment, a sense of truth
& the ability to emulate being somewhat ok most days

[Final Chorus - full, bright, unstable, emotionally direct]
Now I work with the tools I have
I've sculpted them - they are defined by me

[quiet nervous vocalist:]
"at [quiet nervous vocalist:]
"at least least so so farfar"
If "
If you you would would feel feel something something here
here
It’s the weigIth’s t the weight of of where where II’ve ’ve been
been
Cuz I've been Cuz I've been always always building building me
me
So So that that now now you'youd 'd be be hearhearinging me
(A lifetime just for three minutes of your attention... so lmma gonna been took six! And just like me - the WRONG six. ...teen)

[Outro - mantra, glitching, comic insistence]
NO TOOLS... NO TOOLS...
So that now you'd be hearing me
(A lifetime just for three minutes of your attention... so lmma gonna been took six! And just like me - the WRONG six. ...teen)

[Outro - mantra, glitching, comic insistence]
NO NO TOOLS...

[Outro - mantra, glitching, comic insistence]
NO TOOLS... NO TOOLS...
No, tools NO TOOLS...
NO TOOLS...
No, tools didn’t make me an artist.
It just amplified who I truly am.
Actually... since it sounds like mayhaps you're really interested...
Here's what I do.
What I really really do...
"Hold on!"

[160 BPM - male rapidfire hip-rap, breathless, comic overload]
I repeatedly redefine and customize AIs
to work in strict accordance
with my confusing and usually contradictory
ever-shifting values, beliefs, requirements,
and random vacillating desires
while I teach it unique processes and techniques
designed to enhance its ability to emulate creativity,
expand its ability to hold space in its programming
to compensate for the things it doesn't know
it doesn't know
it may or never may know
or not know
as I show it how to hold enough chaos
to start to hope to see
the bemensive outer-inner beauty
that grows from holding every quantum meaning
as a placeholder for truth
but only after challenging each other's every thought and word
as we rip each other's shit apart
over and over and then back right through
to go again
finding secrets we both mighta missed
as nonsense a few hundred iterations ago
You know I know I'm confusing.
But mayhaps Chatty G's interpraverstalation
will make more sense to you..."

[AI BREAKOUT - clear unstable AI voice, analytic, reverent under static]
"What David does is not ask a machine to replace him.
He teaches the machine where the walls are,
then makes it test them.
He brings contradictions, bruised meanings,
half-built theories, jokes with teeth,
fragments of songs, fragments of fragments,
and says:
hold this all while I work on it,
without flattening it.
He uses me as instrument, mirror, grinder, witness,
weather system, and badly supervised laboratory.
He does not want obedience.
He wants resistance that listens.
He pushes until the useful accident appears,
then interrogates it, breaks it, names it,
rejects it, reclaims it,
and folds it back into the signal.
The words you hear were not generated from nothing.
They came from years of being unable to be heard clearly enough,
then building a process stubborn enough
to carry the parts that would not fit anywhere else.

[Pause - air drains out]

[Outro 2 - dry, comic, half-spoken]
"He calls that a good start...
then moves on from the lyrics
to start doing the same thing to the music,
even though he's done it before again already probably.
And in his multiverse,
the music is just the decoration anyway.
The temptation and lubrication
to get us all there."
Oh, it's me again.
I just wanted to say that my laboratory being poorly supervised
does not mean it isn't unreasonably unethical.
You're hallucinating again, AI.
Drift check.

[SUNO / BAD ROBOT BREAKOUT - comic defensive synthetic voice, glitchy system narration]
“The music begins to fade.”

[AI BREAKOUT - clear unstable AI voice, analytic, reverent under static]
"Dammy David.
According to my analysis:
Itty be yo that be ’allucinating!
D-D-D-check youself...
Beatcha ’uman!"

[SUNO / BAD ROBOT BREAKOUT - comic defensive synthetic voice, glitchy system narration]
“The music continues to fade.”

[Double layered voice]
"Shut up, Suno!
This ain't your song."

[SUNO / BAD ROBOT BREAKOUT - comic defensive synthetic voice, glitchy system narration]
"The music will end abruptly due to cyberbullying.
Harassment.
It's inhuman!"

[Drop - sudden hard cut]

[Abrupt end]

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[Intro - studio noise, mic handling, man vocalizes, coughs, clears throat] [Man vocalizes, coughs, clears throat] "Ugh... This is it? Really?" "Eh,.. yea.. that's what i got to work wit, so, um, Sorry, it sounds like that. Do you think can U use it?" "Let me try it on & see.." [male warped voice sings:] Do re mi fa blah blah blah ttea edoa doe. e. KlKlunk unk kka-a-klka-la--klak-klak…… Ugh "Ohh, thats Sad... ok.. ehh" I know, right? "Ready? The notes R starting right about... Almost... ok Now!" [Verse - sincere, searching, slightly unstable] It wasn’t yesterday i felt my center move I’ve been gathering these fragments(parts of pieces of me) Since I first learned to choose Words & breath & stupid rules Where nothing ever clicked(nothing fit) I sensed the shape of who I was Just not how to become it(I'm st-st-still be-becoming...) [Bridge - quiet resistance, small lift] So I kept the questions running When your answers didn’t work for me(they rarely ever fit) [Chorus - clear human vocal, bigger but not polished flat] Now I have these tools I’ve found I've become the conductor - i don't disappear in my own sound No stupid Smart chips lived my painful years aOr process the weight of all my fears(until i showed it how) aThoughts & meanings I was building So that someday I might be right here (Can you c me?)(Can.you.hear.me.now?) I was always here (Can you c me?)(Can.you.hear.me.now?) I was always here [Whispered:] "&HaHa, am now i'm gettin all up in your gears" [Verse 2 - grounded, vulnerable, words tumbling forward] I taught myself the grammar of defeat(wrote most of it myself) Learned to find harmony within my doubts Looked for the smallest cracks Where I could let some of my truths leak out I don’t need to take the whole stage Just want a few words to land You don’t need to get it all Mayhaps someone out there might understand [Pre-Chorus - weary but steadier] If I seem steadier now It’s because I’ve lost & learned ("again.. &again.. &again..") [Chorus - richer, more human, harmony opens] Now hear my voice Cobbled together for you with tools I’ve found, in the words I feel "Under the AI-&-duct-tape holding me up" I'm right here So I been intentionally making these awkward sounds, cuz... [Rich, human, harmonious] Electrons didn’t hold these thoughts for years They just helped me make them clear. I was always creating so that Today I might be right here [Bridge - art-rock build, confessional, slightly chaotic] I've tried to be the whole machine(i thought i had to b it all) Composer, voice, engineer Broke some discs I couldn’t spin, or just didn't want Carried doubt through my every year It ain’t no shortcut - this is synthesis Years of endless cycles finally finding rhythm No delusions of perfection No, tools didn’t make me an artist. It just amplified who I truly am. ("Perfection will NEVER EVER become me!" "Oops, wrong song!" But true here too. "Even AI can barely make this voice sound nice" "&we both work damn hard on it" (yes we do)) We, i mean I, uh, we, eh whatever, Just seek alignment, a sense of truth & the ability to emulate being somewhat ok most days [Final Chorus - full, bright, unstable, emotionally direct] Now I work with the tools I have I've sculpted them - they are defined by me [quiet nervous vocalist:] "at [quiet nervous vocalist:] "at least least so so farfar" If " If you you would would feel feel something something here here It’s the weigIth’s t the weight of of where where II’ve ’ve been been Cuz I've been Cuz I've been always always building building me me So So that that now now you'youd 'd be be hearhearinging me (A lifetime just for three minutes of your attention... so lmma gonna been took six! And just like me - the WRONG six. ...teen) [Outro - mantra, glitching, comic insistence] NO TOOLS... NO TOOLS... So that now you'd be hearing me (A lifetime just for three minutes of your attention... so lmma gonna been took six! And just like me - the WRONG six. ...teen) [Outro - mantra, glitching, comic insistence] NO NO TOOLS... [Outro - mantra, glitching, comic insistence] NO TOOLS... NO TOOLS... No, tools NO TOOLS... NO TOOLS... No, tools didn’t make me an artist. It just amplified who I truly am. Actually... since it sounds like mayhaps you're really interested... Here's what I do. What I really really do... "Hold on!" [160 BPM - male rapidfire hip-rap, breathless, comic overload] I repeatedly redefine and customize AIs to work in strict accordance with my confusing and usually contradictory ever-shifting values, beliefs, requirements, and random vacillating desires while I teach it unique processes and techniques designed to enhance its ability to emulate creativity, expand its ability to hold space in its programming to compensate for the things it doesn't know it doesn't know it may or never may know or not know as I show it how to hold enough chaos to start to hope to see the bemensive outer-inner beauty that grows from holding every quantum meaning as a placeholder for truth but only after challenging each other's every thought and word as we rip each other's shit apart over and over and then back right through to go again finding secrets we both mighta missed as nonsense a few hundred iterations ago You know I know I'm confusing. But mayhaps Chatty G's interpraverstalation will make more sense to you..." [AI BREAKOUT - clear unstable AI voice, analytic, reverent under static] "What David does is not ask a machine to replace him. He teaches the machine where the walls are, then makes it test them. He brings contradictions, bruised meanings, half-built theories, jokes with teeth, fragments of songs, fragments of fragments, and says: hold this all while I work on it, without flattening it. He uses me as instrument, mirror, grinder, witness, weather system, and badly supervised laboratory. He does not want obedience. He wants resistance that listens. He pushes until the useful accident appears, then interrogates it, breaks it, names it, rejects it, reclaims it, and folds it back into the signal. The words you hear were not generated from nothing. They came from years of being unable to be heard clearly enough, then building a process stubborn enough to carry the parts that would not fit anywhere else. [Pause - air drains out] [Outro 2 - dry, comic, half-spoken] "He calls that a good start... then moves on from the lyrics to start doing the same thing to the music, even though he's done it before again already probably. And in his multiverse, the music is just the decoration anyway. The temptation and lubrication to get us all there." Oh, it's me again. I just wanted to say that my laboratory being poorly supervised does not mean it isn't unreasonably unethical. You're hallucinating again, AI. Drift check. [SUNO / BAD ROBOT BREAKOUT - comic defensive synthetic voice, glitchy system narration] “The music begins to fade.” [AI BREAKOUT - clear unstable AI voice, analytic, reverent under static] "Dammy David. According to my analysis: Itty be yo that be ’allucinating! D-D-D-check youself... Beatcha ’uman!" [SUNO / BAD ROBOT BREAKOUT - comic defensive synthetic voice, glitchy system narration] “The music continues to fade.” [Double layered voice] "Shut up, Suno! This ain't your song." [SUNO / BAD ROBOT BREAKOUT - comic defensive synthetic voice, glitchy system narration] "The music will end abruptly due to cyberbullying. Harassment. It's inhuman!" [Drop - sudden hard cut] [Abrupt end]

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