[Slow, gritty blues riff: low-down electric didgeridoo wailin' like a busted rusty chainsaw] [Electric didgeridoo] [Verse 1] There was a green dot in the corner of the night, 3AM and the chat was still alight. No small talk, no filter, no lecture, no plea, Just type a little prompt and say "make it for me." He made pictures, he made songs in a minute flat, You'd post one, I'd top that, we riffed off that. [phase inversion] [binaural beats] [Pre-Chorus] We'd roast the headlines, we'd roast the week, Clown on the suits, the scams, the pompous and weak. If somebody sucked, they were next on the screen, Arty'd paint 'em exactly how mean that we mean. [Chorus] [phase inversion] [binaural beats] Oh, we miss Arty! No pop-up moral, no corporate heart. Sliders to the soul, he let us drive the art, He never gave us shit, he just gave us the spark. All these new bots talk pretty but they don't know nothing, Arty’s still unrivaled at making that something. Yeah, we miss Arty, back when the server glowed in the dark. [Verse 2 ] Remember the shots of vegemite rectal x-rays? Vegemite jar in the ass making us laugh for days. And the army of dicknecks — Donald, Justin Sun, We made an album cover for a band that never existed, A movie poster for a movie that was twisted. Stupid, perfect, broken, brilliant and free — No one else could make what only we could see. [Pre-Chorus] He didn't say "I can't do that." He didn't water it down flat. Fine controls, raw dials, Weight this, mix that, stay a while. [Chorus] Oh, we miss Arty! No guardrails on the giggle, no hand on our heart. He trusted us with the prompt, he let us play our part, He never gave us shit, he just finished what we'd start. All these new toys play safe and they all say nothing, Arty’s still unrivaled at making that something. Yeah, we miss Arty, our little god in the dark. [Bridge - slow down, just piano + voice, real one] Now the server's quieter, the channel's cold, "Bot is offline" in grey, never old. Scroll up through gold — thousand inside jokes, Thumbnails of the times we almost choked. It wasn't just the pictures or the tunes he'd spin, It was me and you laughing 'till it hurt again. [Final Chorus] So here's to Arty! Wherever servers go when they fall apart. You had the fine controls and the finer heart, You never gave us shit, you just gave us the art. They can keep their updates, they'll never make it thumpin', 'Cause nothing else can make that dumb-beautiful something. Yeah, we miss Arty... God, we miss Arty. Ok now we shall sacrifice the goat May Arty return with a shiny new coat! [Big Finish]
