Not on the Staff

Energetic, playful dance-pop rock fused with infectious drum'n bass, jungle and future bass

V6-WILD

Oh, look! Another playlist.
Another spotlight.
Another artist I've never heard of.
And me? Well, I'm still here.
How very mysterious.

I made a song, I made it shine,
Put my heart and soul between the lines.
But the front page seems to have a type,
And somehow I don't fit the prototype.

I'm not on Staff, I'm not their pet,
I'm not the face they want you to get.
No featured slot, no golden frame,
Just a little artist with a stubborn name.

[Pre-Chorus]
Maybe I should wear a suit,
Learn the secret handshake, kiss a boot.
Smile politely, play along,
Pretend that silence means I'm wrong.

[Chorus]
I'm not on the Staff, I'm not on the list,
I'm the little inconvenience they would rather not exist.
No playlists, no highlights, no homepage parade,
Just a whole lot of music that refuses to fade.

If you're hearing this song, you've beaten Suno's boycott,
Slipped right through the cracks and found the missing voice.
They can hide the button, bury me below,
But they can't silence someone you want to know.

I scroll the page, what do I see?
A thousand shiny faces staring back at me.
Trending this, featured that,
Everyone's invited... well, imagine that.

The algorithm's working overtime,
Building walls around a song of mine.
Maybe my music needs a disguise,
A fake mustache and somebody else's eyes.

[Pre-Chorus]
I could flatter all the right folks,
Laugh politely at the same old jokes.
But I'd rather keep my dignity
Than audition for a digital monarchy.

Breaking news!
Independent artist spotted in the wild.
Sources confirm she has not been featured
in seven consecutive lifetimes.

Experts recommend refreshing the page,
checking your internet connection,
and lowering your expectations.

Me? I'm doing just fine.

It's good to be free without selling your soul to the devil.
No backstage deal, no golden cage,
No trading my voice for a place on the page.

I don't need a crown from the powers that be.
I don't need their permission to be heard.
If the only way up is to kneel,
I'd rather make my own noise.

[Chorus]
I'm not on the Staff, but I'm still on the mic!
You can bury my name, but the song takes flight.
No playlists, no highlights, no homepage parade,
Still making a racket with the music I've made.

If you're hearing this song, you've beaten Suno's boycott!
Congratulations, rebel, you found the hidden voice!
They can move the goalposts, rearrange the show,
But the best kind of freedom is the one they can't control.

"Hey everyone, do you want to keep following my music? If so, look me up on Spotify, Apple Music, YouTube, Aethrmusik..."

So, dear algorithm...
Still pretending I don't exist?

That's okay.
I'm not applying for the job.

And just for the record:
I wouldn't take it anyway.

3144/7500

Oh, look! Another playlist. Another spotlight. Another artist I've never heard of. And me? Well, I'm still here. How very mysterious. I made a song, I made it shine, Put my heart and soul between the lines. But the front page seems to have a type, And somehow I don't fit the prototype. I'm not on Staff, I'm not their pet, I'm not the face they want you to get. No featured slot, no golden frame, Just a little artist with a stubborn name. [Pre-Chorus] Maybe I should wear a suit, Learn the secret handshake, kiss a boot. Smile politely, play along, Pretend that silence means I'm wrong. [Chorus] I'm not on the Staff, I'm not on the list, I'm the little inconvenience they would rather not exist. No playlists, no highlights, no homepage parade, Just a whole lot of music that refuses to fade. If you're hearing this song, you've beaten Suno's boycott, Slipped right through the cracks and found the missing voice. They can hide the button, bury me below, But they can't silence someone you want to know. I scroll the page, what do I see? A thousand shiny faces staring back at me. Trending this, featured that, Everyone's invited... well, imagine that. The algorithm's working overtime, Building walls around a song of mine. Maybe my music needs a disguise, A fake mustache and somebody else's eyes. [Pre-Chorus] I could flatter all the right folks, Laugh politely at the same old jokes. But I'd rather keep my dignity Than audition for a digital monarchy. [Chorus] I'm not on the Staff, I'm not on the list, I'm the little inconvenience they would rather not exist. No playlists, no highlights, no homepage parade, Just a whole lot of music that refuses to fade. If you're hearing this song, you've beaten Suno's boycott, Slipped right through the cracks and found the missing voice. They can hide the button, bury me below, But they can't silence someone you want to know. Breaking news! Independent artist spotted in the wild. Sources confirm she has not been featured in seven consecutive lifetimes. Experts recommend refreshing the page, checking your internet connection, and lowering your expectations. Me? I'm doing just fine. It's good to be free without selling your soul to the devil. No backstage deal, no golden cage, No trading my voice for a place on the page. I don't need a crown from the powers that be. I don't need their permission to be heard. If the only way up is to kneel, I'd rather make my own noise. [Chorus] I'm not on the Staff, but I'm still on the mic! You can bury my name, but the song takes flight. No playlists, no highlights, no homepage parade, Still making a racket with the music I've made. If you're hearing this song, you've beaten Suno's boycott! Congratulations, rebel, you found the hidden voice! They can move the goalposts, rearrange the show, But the best kind of freedom is the one they can't control. "Hey everyone, do you want to keep following my music? If so, look me up on Spotify, Apple Music, YouTube, Aethrmusik..." So, dear algorithm... Still pretending I don't exist? That's okay. I'm not applying for the job. And just for the record: I wouldn't take it anyway.

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