Regenerate Until It’s Authentic

[Verse 1] I brought you a porch with a splintered rail A gravel road and a weathered tale Old truck idling in the rain Boots on the step, a scar with a name You said, “Make it rough, make it real” So I sanded the edges I couldn’t feel [Pre-Chorus] Turn the temperature up Lower the polish Add a little hardship Let the nouns get molasses Put dust on the window Put dust on the sign Manufacture lived experience Inside the token budget line [Chorus] Regenerate until it’s authentic Keep on rolling till the fake feels true Put a banjo where the meaning oughta be And quantize something blue Regenerate until it’s authentic Keep on rolling till the fake feels true Put a banjo where the meaning oughta be And quantize something blue [Verse 2] I fed it freight trains, screen doors, rust Rain on a cap and a bucket of trust A town so dusty it learned to sigh Hardship in the left hand, redemption in the right Then it asked for “more regional texture” So I gave it a creek and a cousin named Chester [Pre-Chorus] Turn the grit dial higher Make the tears more plain Add one more porch light Add one more front-end rain Put age in the vowels Put ache in the plow If truth is a pattern We can train it now [Chorus] Regenerate until it’s authentic Keep on rolling till the fake feels true Put a banjo where the meaning oughta be And quantize something blue Regenerate until it’s authentic Keep on rolling till the fake feels true Put a banjo where the meaning oughta be And quantize something blue [Breakdown] Singer: Who wrote this song? Band: Statistically unclear! Singer: Who lived this pain? Band: Insufficient context here! Singer: Is this bluegrass? Band: Confidence: point eight-four! Singer: Should we generate another? Band: WE ALREADY GENERATED FOUR! [Instrumental Break] [Verse 3] Then suddenly the room got small again One voice, one board, one trembling hand No freight-train thunder, no silver sheen Just grain in the wood and a gap between Maybe the best songs stay lopsided Where a human left the seam inside it [Bridge] Truth can’t be prompted It won’t sit still You can stack your metadata And pad it with will But a broken note And a breath held wrong Can carry a life Far longer than a song [Spoken] Nah. Add stomp-claps. [Final Chorus] Regenerate until it’s authentic Keep on rolling till the fake feels true Put a banjo where the meaning oughta be And quantize something blue Regenerate until it’s authentic Keep on rolling till the fake feels true Put a banjo where the meaning oughta be And quantize something blue [Final Tag] And quantize something blue And quantize something blue [Outro] Banjo: generated. Grief: generated. Dust: generated. Authenticity… Your request is still processing.