“Oh Glorified Oogle, Oh Squeegee Bum god”
Oh, when the gods of antiquity
Finally
Recede
And the new gods of technology
Ultimately
Supersede
There’s going to be a need
For some continuity
Will that come in the form of
Patriarchy?
Good god Google
I’ve been Gored
by all these Snoring hordes
with their Boring swords
with all their Higher lords
and their Lesser forms
Squeegee bums cleaning Ouija boards
with their deviations and norms
Good god Google
We’ve implored
Of all these dying lords
Quit damming e-fjords
It’s time we cut these chords
Stop asking everything
Of the Good god Google
Glorified Oogle
Bearded White Man in the Sky
Quantifying everything
Qualitative nipple ring
Ringing the Bar Belles from On High
Tattooing the zoo critters
Snort an instant gram of twitters
The booking of my face
no longer happens at
mice pace!
Ohhhhhh
Suicide Gulls
Jesus Livingston Seagulls
Ohhhhh
Choose a Sighed World
Choose to use a new hemisphere
Do you not see the blemish here?
Are you not feeling phlegmish, dear?
When you’ve swum in their ocean
Or knelt with devotion
Or breathed in their air
It puts the lotion in the basket
And cuts the wood for its own casket
Orbs wreathed in despair
From on high
Tattooing the zoo critters
Snort an instant gram of twitters
The booking of my face
no longer happens at
mice pace!
So,
Move aside, boys
There is nothing to see/hear
There is nothing to be here
‘cept maybe to be queer
Oh,
Do you not see the blemish here?
Are we in separate hemispheres?
Divided by oceans
Choking on honed devotions
Or breathing their air
It puts the lotion in the basket
Cuts the wood for it’s own casket
Port of call in despair
Musical Prompt:
“High-pitched Madman ominously singing/reciting lyrics, Drone, Crackle of a Vinyl Record, Pipe Organ minor keys”
Background:
“High-pitched Madman ominously singing/reciting lyrics, Drone, Crackle of a Vinyl Record, Pipe Organ minor keys.” This was the musical prompt entered on November 13, 2024 just before 8:46 PM towards generating a song called “Searching Your Basement Shelves.” This was entered as the title, and the following lyrics were entered:
Now just as with Satan and his days of snaking
I’m offering evils unpeeled for your tasting
Reed Magic
Rad Magi
Rude mug
Sparkplug
As grey matters are increasingly sold
for tattooed advertisements
like so much real estate space on my face
And there’s no real debate, So
Yippee Khai Eh Oh !No!
Opt out of all revisions you can make
Rickey Lake! On the make
Psychic adjustments
Cop outs and hard ons
Are harrrrrdly for Islamic Elves
They’re only searching
Your basement shelves
Here’s one of two songs that were generated using the preceding Musical Prompt, Song Title, and Lyrics:
It was sometime in October of 2024 (7-plus months ago from this writing) that I began using SUNO to generate A.I. songs, so this song was produced when I’d been using the platform for about a month. At this time, SUNO had yet to introduce “Personas,” which allowed Users to create more songs with the sound and style of one already produced. Once that feature launched, one could give a name (a “Persona,” like a band or solo artist name) to a generated song and the “personal touch” of that “persona” could be applied towards new sets of lyrics, using the original musical prompt used to generate the original song. In this case, the “Persona” behind “Searching Your Basement Shelves” was “named” three days ago (on 5/23/25), and on that day “Rad Magi Miroslav” began generating new material, such as “his” version of “Oh Glorified Oogle, Oh Squeegee Bum god.”
“Oh Glorified Oogle, Oh Squeegee Bum god” has become the go-to song to test out new “personas” within my SUNO Stable of A.I. “ImA.gI.bands. A playlist on my SUNO profile is dedicated to different versions of this song. There are currently 33 versions, the two most recent being by this days-old Persona we now call “Rad Magi Miroslav,” who was actually “born” last November as an unnamed singer/pipe organist performing the song “Searching Your Basement Shelves.”
As for “Oh Glorified Oogle, Oh Squeegee Bum god,” it began as a lyrical poem completed about 9 years ago, in May of 2016. In August of that same year, my esteemed friend Darby Dixon – an Ivy League-schooled writer of short stories and talented guitar player – flew out from New York City to visit me at the Remote Adobe Abode within which I abided at the time in Northeastern New Mexico. We recorded Human-Generated Song Versions of a few lyrical poems I’d recently written. Here’s a link to a youtube video of “The Google Song…”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uhd6KGf4MAQ
“The Google Song” finally ended up as the first in a set of 13 poems made into a poetry chapbook released in a limited edition of 50 physical copies in 2020. The online version of the Pandemic Poems comprising “dis.in.fect by gene.om.alley” can be accessed via the link below…
https://infograph.venngage.com/ps/ygICk8Tt2oI/disinfect
OK. Two posts in two days now completed on this here new Human Poetry-transformed -into-A.I.-generated-Songs blog. There’s a Full Circle Human to A.I. & back to Human mission that will be revealed in more detail as this blog progresses. In the meantime, tomorrow’s post will feature the very first song SUNO was kind enough to generate from one of my lyrical poems back in October of 2024, a bluegrass ditty called “Roll Me In The Ditch” inspired by ninth-century Chinese Buddhist monk Linji Yixuan, who famously told his disciples, “If you meet the Buddha on the road, kill him.”
IMa.Gi.BAND 
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