AI Musica (Signs of These Times)

[INTRO] I birthed, the words. I made, the choices. And I, kept. receipts. I had to learn, the difference between having; the right, to use something. and owning, every right, in-it... [VERSE 1] It all started with some memories. a page, a life, some lines. I placed Seven lenses, ‘round a table, To help me document, these times. I wrote down everything I meant to say. And I cut-out. what wasn’t, mine. Then I sent, all that, through a doorway. To let machinery, decide… Ohh. Ooh-ooh, ooh-whoa. Whoa, oh-oh, uh-oh… [PRE-CHORUS] (So…) draw, the boundary, clearly. We can’t, blur-it just-to, sell. There are rights. We hold, by contract. and there are, rights. the law, itself, will tell. [short, instrumental break] [CHORUS] (And I, can) claim, what I created. I can prove what, I supplied. I can keep the words I wrote and choices I made, inside. (And I can,) use (use) the recordings, I can release, ‘em. I can earn, but I cannot call every generated note. a copyright that I… Termed. I know, what I, can claim. I know, what I, can-not, claim. And I keep, the evidence… (Hmm-hmmm) [VERSE 2] I gotta, Keep the sources, and the drafts. keep my prompts, and every change. keep the original, generations. the dates, clear and the pages, saved. And I Gotta Keep, my subscriptions in, Good standing. (Barriers!) Gotta keep the downloads, as they came. and the final masters, separated... (Ooh-ooh (ooh-ooh (ooh-ooh))) from the very first… machine (machine), made. frame. [instrumental break - quick & punchy] [PRE-CHORUS] And when, people ask, “who made these jams?” I won’t manufacture tales. I’ll tell them what I contributed. and exactly, where the systems, prevailed. (Oh-oh-oh) where the systems, Prevailed! [CHORUS] (And I can) Claim, what I, created, I can prove, what I supplied. I can keep, the words I wrote. and choices I made, inside. I can, distribute, the recordings. I can build upon the tracks. but i wouldn’t, turn a contract. into something. the-law, can’t, back. I know, what I, can claim. And, I know, what I cannot, claim... And I, keep, the evidence… [BRIDGE] Memoir… became, lyric sheets. Seven Guides, be-came, my frames… Human intention, Came first; then AI, supplied, a different kind, of. flame… No stolen, melodies. No borrowed, voice-ez. No imitation, dressed up, as a choice. No promises, that every generated sound, belongs. exclusively, to-ooh-oh-oh-ooh, to, me… Just honest attributions. and a record of, what I did to make, it. bee. Ohhhh-whoa-oh-oh… (Mmmm... Ooh-ooh-oh-ooh-ooh-oh, oh-oh-oh…) [FINAL CHORUS] Now I can, claim what I created. and I will document the rest. I can tell, the whole, story without, callin‘, Any guesses facts! The words were mine, when I wrote them. The source is mine, where I placed it. Contracts tell me, what I may do; the law tells me, what’s protected… Oh. I know, what I can claim. I know, what I cannot claim. (Oh-ooh-whoa-ooh-oh-ooh-oh, oh) I know, what I can claim. I know, what I cannot, claim… (Ooh-oh-ooh-aw,) And I keep, the evidence… [OUTRO] so. What have we Learned today? Don’t make, your claim, bigger. Than what the facts, can support… Instead, Make the record stronger. (Ooo-ooo-yeah-ee, yeah-ee, yeah-ooo-whoa-ooo-rah, yah) Don’t hide, the machinery… Don’t hide the machinery… (Don’t hide (Don’t hide (Don’t, hide…))) Don’t, hide. the machinery… Don’t hide, the machinery… (Don’t hide (Don’t hide (Don’t, hide…))) Just Tell the truth, about the making. Then… build. Then build. (Then build. (Then build. (Then build. (Then build. (then…))))) Build.