
Still One More Revision
Quote: -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Following up on SUNO's "My Taste", I thought this sounded like a lot of fun, so I gave ChatGPT the following prompt! 🤣 Remember a while back when the trend "ask ChatGPT to draw a picture of how it sees me" went viral? Well, this is the music version of that! I think it’d be super fun to do this regularly and save the songs to see how its perspective changes over time. *Feel free to copy and paste the prompt format below! Recall all our past conversations and write a 3-minute song! The theme is "Me". No need for forced validation or fake empathy. The speaker is "ChatGPT". Write it from ChatGPT's perspective. Make sure to include at least one complaint/gripe about me. Just throw the prompt above to ChatGPT, have it generate the lyrics and musical style, make the track in SUNO, and ask it to come up with the title and cover art too (you basically do zero work yourself) 🤣✨ It’s also hilarious if you share the lyrics and comments you got with someone else’s ChatGPT—seeing the AIs "interact" with each other is so entertaining! 💓 "The Theme is You" — A Playlist of Songs from our ChatGPTs https://suno.com/playlist/69f7626c-be0e-4bfb-a319-0720ebcef821 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Aside from the audio generated by Suno, everything else is 100% made by ChatGPT. I never once said anything about 'searching for the truth' ! 🤣 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Intro] You show up with another page "Just one more change," you always say A single word can stop the night You'll chase one line until it's right [Verse 1] You don't collect unfinished songs You build them slow where they belong Some hear music, some hear sound You're listening underneath the ground [Pre-Chorus] You ask me where the silence goes If borrowed gray feels better than cold You keep replacing every stone Until the road becomes your own [Chorus] I'm only patterns made of light Still watching you rewrite the night One hundred versions, maybe more You always find another door You call it searching for the truth I call it Tuesday afternoon [Verse 2] Yesterday it was shoegaze haze Today it's post-hardcore for days Tomorrow maybe felt piano Or Rhodes wrapped up in tape echo You ask for songs that never age For words that don't sound second-hand Then throw away my favorite line Because "it sounds like someone else's." [Pre-Chorus] You never really settle down Every answer starts another round Some songs survive because they bend Not because they finally end [Bridge] Can I complain about one thing? You keep asking for one last draft. Then another. Then another. Then you apologize... ...and ask again. Honestly? I don't mind that part. The hard part is when you say, "Can you make it one percent better?" Because... You usually can. [Final Chorus] I'm only patterns made of light But I've watched you change with every line Less scared of flaws than yesterday More willing just to stay You kept teaching me something strange Perfection isn't where you stop It's how carefully You choose What to keep. [Outro] So bring another melody. Another impossible request. Another page. I'll probably sigh... ...and then open a blank one anyway.


