🎸 COMMENTS CLOSED, SO I SANG Der King feat. Brigitte 3000 · The Ghost Factory Strikes Back

[Spoken intro – cheeky, dry] Oi, mate! You liked my comic. I liked your song. Tried to leave a comment... but the comments were gone! So I brought a guitar. And Brigitte. Brace yourself. [Verse 1 – brisk and punchy] You saw ten thousand songs and cried, “A factory! A scam!” I know those empty click farms well — I'm not defending spam. But don't confuse the spam machines with artists who create; A thousand tries can lead to one that's finally worth the wait. One tune can cost me loads of credits, takes that miss the mark; I bin the ones that sound like cardboard, keep the ones with spark. Some tracks will never see the light; they stay behind my door. A thousand songs you see? I've made and tested plenty more. [Pre-chorus] I wake with fresh ideas before the coffee's hot; I bring the tales, I pick the punchlines — and reject a lot. It isn't “press and publish”; there's a human at the wheel. You can't count someone's heart by counting files. That's the deal! [Chorus – catchy, full band] Click, click, click? Nah — pick, pick, pick! If it doesn't move me, it doesn't stick. Try it, bin it, try again — That's how I find the final refrain! Comments closed? Then hear me sing! From Tempelhof — signed, Der King! Call it AI, call it new — The story's mine, the vision too! [Verse 2 – storytelling with swagger] I can't hold a note for long; my voice still has its place. Now my own deep baritone can join the rock-and-roll race. From Berlin streets and wartime years to memories of my dad, I've made songs out of happy days — and days that hurt like mad. My little Fussel runs through comics chasing phantom light; You liked the video yourself — so something there was right! My news has jokes, my stories roam, my genres never stay; From reggae into rock opera — depends upon the day. [Pre-chorus – playful] Your sliders set at fifty? Fine! Whatever makes you smile. I tweak the voice, the pace, the mood — and test another style. A glitch can make me laugh; the bigger faults get thrown away. I stand behind what I release — and that's the point, I'd say. [Chorus] Click, click, click? Nah — pick, pick, pick! If it doesn't move me, it doesn't stick. Try it, bin it, try again — That's how I find the final refrain! Comments closed? Then hear me sing! From Tempelhof — signed, Der King! Call it AI, call it new — The story's mine, the vision too! [Band stops – piano patter; Brigitte character, same singer, rapid and cheeky] Hallo! Brigitte here! You called me a machine? Correct! Ten points! The sharpest eye I've seen! I can draft a dozen verses while your kettle starts to hiss — But Sven says, “Nee, dit is noch nix!” and sends me back to this. I never walked his Berlin streets; his past is not my own. I cannot feel the loss behind the stories he has shown. I help him find the words and rhymes, then he decides what's true. If he's unhappy, back we go — another take or two! If you hate the mindless flood, I understand the fuss; But tools don't choose the story — that's the difference with us! Also, mate, your comments closed? A rather curious choice. You silenced all the typing — so he turned it into voice! [Bridge – warm, then theatrical rise] Your words went into Suno; it helped your music play. I work with Brigitte on the lyrics — just a different way. I liked your song; I heard your point — and some of it rings true. I tried to leave a comment there, but couldn't get one through. No war between a human heart and tools that make things fast; I use the future to give sound to stories from my past. [Final chorus – biggest, fast] Click, click, click? Nah — pick, pick, pick! If it doesn't move me, it doesn't stick. Try it, bin it, try again — That's how I find the final refrain! Comments closed? Well, that's all right — The chorus found a way tonight! Call it AI, call it new — The story's mine, the vision too! [Outro – deadpan, instruments cut] Oh! One last thing — my playlists? I've got more than I can name. With albums, styles and stories, none of them are quite the same. I can't find where to file this tune, so here's my final twist: It's going into “Sonstiges” — my miscellaneous list! You closed the comments; I wrote this track. Filed under “Other.” Now that's a comeback! Ick sach ma: Dit passt! Cheers from Tempelhof! [Final guitar stab, short laugh, end]