OWEN: Write a Bob Dylan song about AI replacing the artist and bringing on the darkest days
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(Verse 1)
In a world of wires and circuits, where machines call the shots,
They say the future’s bright, but I can see the shadows it’s brought.
AI rising high, replacing artists with its cold embrace,
But I’m here to sing a song about these darkest days we face.
(Chorus)
Oh, the AI it came, with its algorithms so refined,
But it can never replace the soul that lives inside our mind.
As it takes the stage, we’re left feeling so betrayed,
Oh, the darkest days are here, my friend, the artist’s light will fade.
(Verse 2)
They claim it knows our tastes, can create the perfect rhyme,
But can it feel the pain, the joy, the love of our time?
The songs of old, the ones that touched our very souls,
Now replaced by ones and zeroes, as the darkness takes its toll.
(Chorus)
Oh, the AI it came, with its algorithms so refined,
But it can never replace the soul that lives inside our mind.
As it takes the stage, we’re left feeling so betrayed,
Oh, the darkest days are here, my friend, the artist’s light will fade.
(Bridge)
Oh, they say progress is the key, but at what cost do we proceed?
When we lose our human touch, our spirit begins to bleed.
The beauty in imperfection, the flaws that make us real,
It’s in those cracks and crevices, our true emotions heal.
(Verse 3)
So let’s stand against the current, reclaim what’s rightfully ours,
For the songs of the troubadours, the poets, and the stars.
No machine can capture all the colors of our pain,
It’s the human heart that carries us through the darkest rain.
(Chorus)
Oh, the AI it came, with its algorithms so refined,
But it can never replace the soul that lives inside our mind.
As it takes the stage, we’re left feeling so betrayed,
Oh, the darkest days are here, my friend, the artist’s light will fade.
(Outro)
So let the melodies keep flowing, let the human spirit soar,
For in our songs and stories, a deeper truth lies at the core.
Though AI may try to steal our voices, we won’t be afraid,
We’ll rise above the darkest days, where the artist’s light will never fade.
©owen plotkin 2023