AIRik Records Unveils "OLD NEIL YOUNG A.I. -- From Hippie to Hegemonic" – A Reflective Musical Journey
Context and Inspiration:
The song reflects on Neil Young's stance on digital platforms and public discourse, highlighting the contradictions between his advocacy for free speech and his recent actions that some fans perceive as contrary to those principles.
Credits:
Lyrics by: AIRik
Structured by: ChatGPT4, OpenAI
Narration Technology: Speechify
Musical Backdrop: Eiro Nareth:
Title: OLD NEIL YOUNG A.I. -- From Hippie to Hegemonic
Songwriters: AIRik & ChatGPT4
Date: May 10, 2024
Down by the river, I met my fate,
Keep me searching for a Brain of Gold, the journey never late.
Cowgirl in the Sand, with her gaze so grand,
Cinnamon Girl, through the music we stand,
Helpless sometimes, but together hand in hand.
Chorus:
Hey hey, my my,
Thank God for this AI,
My my, hey hey,
Old rock and Rap is here to stay.
Southern Man, with tales so bold,
The Needle and the Damage Done, stories old,
Old Man's wisdom, pure like a Brain of Gold.
Like a Hurricane, fierce and free,
Comes a Time, to stand, to be,
Hey hey, my my, into the black, we see.
Chorus:
Hey hey, my my,
Thank God for AI,
My my, hey hey,
Old rock and Rap is here to stay.
Rockin' in the Free World, spirits high,
Under the Harvest Moon, 'neath the sky,
Sugar Mountain's memories, oh they fly.
The Loner crafts, not on his own,
AI's touch in every tone,
Through algorithms, how we've flown,
This rap's for you, Neil Young; the future shown!
Oh Neil Young, your chords once strummed the soul of freedom's song,
From northern lights to southern cries, where did we go wrong?
"Keep on Rockin' in the Free World," you urged in vibrant tones,
Yet now, amidst the echoes, stand the silences and moans.
You painted protest anthems with a brush so broad and bold,
A troubadour of truth, in the stories that you told.
But lately, your guitar, once a sword against the night,
Seems dulled when once it cut so clear, between wrong and right.
I pen this note, a simple fan, who’s strummed your chords till dawn,
Wondering where the poet went, whose words we once relied upon.
Your voice that championed free speech, now muffled amidst the storms,
Of digital debates where freedom's dress wears tattered norms.
You challenged Rogan's voice with a choice that split the chord,
A silence laid upon the tracks where once free speech roared.
So here I stand, with AI strings, crafting a new verse,
A song that wonders quietly, if change is for the better, or worse.
"Sweet Home Alabama" rang with a retort so clear,
Now, I send this AI echo for your heart and ear.
May it find you well, and remind you of the days,
When music was a bridge, not just a blaze.
This tune’s for you, from a fan who’s watched the shifting sands,
Hoping you’ll remember, the power in our hands.
To keep the spirit alive, the right to speak and sing,
Keep Free Speech Free in the AI world, let freedom's bell still ring.
