I spent a few hours today wrestling with Suno as a songwriting assistant. I got some great ideas, but no string of good luck on complete ideas this time.
I have a process of spending a long time coaxing Suno into the style I want, then doing multiple iterations of lyrics until I have a decent framework to rewrite, and lastly having it create a ton of songs while slightly adjusting the style. Usually, that will give me a pretty solid song or two within a couple of hours.
Tonight, all it really did was inspire me to write on my own.
So, on a whim, I opened up Facebook and just started writing. Here is the product of hours of being lost in my thoughts, culminating in a few shorts minutes of being in a flow-state for writing:
I'm a silent army of my own thoughts
A not so gentle reminder of what I ought and ought not
I am a bird soaring into the sun
Son of a Daedalus, I get burned
But I look to the stars and hope
Knowing they're too far from my front porch
So I just sit here in my thoughts
And the demons scream of what I'm not
So here I go in my own pain
An arrow with no aim
But at least I dare to feign
Being dry in the pouring rain
And I still dare to dream of
The person I wish I was
I hate you
I love you
But sometimes I just hurt
And on the edge of this reality
I often dare to dream
But I dream too big, too far
And then I can't find my car
But I look to the stars to guide me
Knowing I'm too far for them to find me
So I sit here in my imagination
Taking a vacation from the accusations
So here I go on my own path
A product of my own wrath
But at least I dare to feign
Perhaps to smile again
And I still dare to dream of
The person I wish I was
I hate you
I love you
But sometimes I just hurt
What if I love?
What if I hate?
What if I hurt?
What if I laugh?
What if I stand?
Stand on my feet?
What if I cry?
What if I fall?
Fall apart