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  • Post # 7: “Dysfunctshire” by Rad Magi Miroslav (5/23/25)

    “Dysfunctshire”

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    Genome Alley

    Rad Magi Miroslav

    By

    Genome Alley

    experimental, dark ambient, gothic

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    May 23, 2025 at 2:39 PMv4.5123

    Dum
    Da Dum Da Dum
    Da Dum Da Dum Dum Dum Dum

    Every cookbook In the world Is here cooking
    They ascended
    And started their brew-ew-ew
    While you
    Werrr rent looking
    They were all over there
    Cookin’ for you

    Another freak show birthed
    In the name of formality
    Over dysfunctional
    Fammm uh lees
    Disco insanity
    I can’t believe that
    I killed him
    Granted he took a bulldozer
    And started to doze
    Before breaking
    And smash sheeen!
    The neighborhood’s toes

    Diss Funk Shia!
    Diss Funk Shia!
    We’re calling out our dreams
    Please answer our calling
    Good Lady
    And send your blessings
    To me

    Dum
    Da Dut Da Dum
    Da Dut Da Dum Dum
    Dum Dum

    Every footprint in the world Is here kicking
    They descended to the land of
    No Shoo-oo-oos
    While you
    Werrr rent looking
    They were all over there
    Kickin’ cow poo-oo

    Another creep show birthed
    In the name of cryptography
    Over dysfunctional
    Fammm uh lees
    Disco insanity
    I can’t believe that I killed him
    Granted he took a bulldozer
    And started to doze
    Before breaking
    And smash sheeen!
    The neighborhood’s toes

    Diss Funk Shia!
    Diss Funk Shia!
    We’re calling out our dreams
    Please answer our calling
    Good Lady
    And send your blessings
    To me

    Musical Prompt:

    “High-pitched Madman ominously singing/reciting lyrics, Drone, Crackle of a Vinyl Record, Pipe Organ minor keys, emotional storytelling”

    Summary of Prompt:

    experimental, dark ambient, gothic

    Background:

    This song was written as an a cappella piece when I was in my early 20s, during a Mean Manic Episode. The first SUNO version of “Dysfunctia” (when can be thought of as a Goddess of Dysfunction, but was re-named Dysfunctshire because my Lady Linda thought that was the word she heard when sung by the Persona that would come to be called “William Marlons” because of it’s similar vocal tone to The Great Kiwi Marlon Williams, who played a Dude covering Roy Orbison on An Awards Show in the Lady Gaga/Bradley Cooper version of A Star is Born) was performed by a Persona I created from it’s performance of “Dysfunctia” Aw heck, lemme put it right here…

    oops, this was actually a later song “performed” by William Marlons, but it’s interesting because it basically regurgitated “Dysfunctshire” at the beginning In Sound but the lyrics were just a little… off. But then after doing this weird shit the lyrics to Today’s Active Shooter showed up…

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    Genome Alley

    William Marlons

    By

    Genome Alley

    Demented Lo-Fi four-track cassette-recorded acapella barbershop quartet featuring drunken, tone deaf-yet soulful singingAdd a Caption

    March 17, 2025 at 9:16 PMv47

    A gay renegade mass shooting crisis actor made the NRA into his wealthy benefactor lofted Walmart grenades right into Meredith Baxter, Bernie Sanders, and Ann Landers while they gorged on Colonel Sanders In a very special Lifetime Film of The Weak Adjudicated by a juiced up Judge Judy The jury featured John Holmes as well as Ron Jeremy It was the most hung jury anyone had ever seen! And at the scene of the Shoe Store Shooting A group of chalk outlines were snorting smack through pipelines They were white so everything will be fine… That Black Lives Matter Brand tar heroine will getcha every time Now the minimum wage you’ll wanna wager Is that the savior we’re all waiting for’s a young woman in labor Who will surely give birth to a new antichrist soon as we’ve done our pure worst at Rolling the dice, and Trolling the Vice president Riding shotgun with the buck he’d somehow shot in the face There was no one to blame Were he possessed with better aim He’d have driven through the facade of the Clinton’s pizza place Where Mario and Luigi sling slices of pie and fine young ass In the basest of debasements Where a crawl space is adjacent to where Jeffrey Epstein was once head of the class And the finale of the Shoe Store Shooting featured tarred and feathered trannies doing lots and lots of looting They were white, so everyone will be fine… We know Blackwater only shoots at black folks when they loot And the minimum wage you’ll wanna wager With the savior that we’re waiting for: A Jungian in labor Is that she’ll birth a new nation of nude socialists, proffering crude appropriations of Black Power Fists And are you gonna even barely dare me not to foresee graphic art and gaseous farts from shepherded fairies? Yeah there’s a reason that we all like to Hope Whether it’s Ray Guns or Rock Bombers Laborers gotta cope got a Coke? got a Koch, brother? got a coping mechanism? caught groping anachronisms? This is a song of labor day absurdity We don’t Wear White after We’ve survived Wounded knee I don’t confess to the mess of manifest destiny You don’t profess to second guess the sin of slavery This is a dong of saber-laid subservience This is a dull machete come for piñata spaghetti This is an old america and a new mexico Acid tablets on the sandstone tongues of Calicoes This is a song of latter day saints and former night sinners This is a dear john letter from our addled babysitters Standing on Standing rock Beneath a flaccid flag That leaks red white and blue sewage All of the time This is the dawning of our swan song water opera This is the sobbing of the tortured cop who shot ya He’s knows he’s just an armed minion of the ruling class Indentured servitude serves more money and more morass This is a song of sighs lent to loose id ditties I’m standing next to you as you lie next to me Loose lips just might sink ships in this port of call All boats that labor daily abide such sordid gall One And All

    “Every tokebook
    in the woah’d
    is here, Coo Coo
    They descendoo
    Their storytale pooooooooooooo”




  • Post # 6: “mellifluous” by Plastic Shark Chalice (10/10/24)

    “mellifluous”

    A sultry
    Southern belle
    in a sensuous
    Summer smock
    Offers a plastic
    Shark
    Chalice
    – brimming with blood –
    and I’m consumed by
    Her
    Cavalier.

    The glove compartment lays open upon my lap, panting
    Russian science friction
    into the damp heaviness.

    Beyond the Elysian fields
    A pup places his pissy paws
    Upon my panting lap
    I’m told that
    He eats pens and panties
    And peeps into Alternate Dimensions
    of denim.

    See you soon pup!
    Now we revolve,
    Sipping Gin ‘n eggs
    And improvising
    high coups.

    She waves a red fan
    Clearing the smoke-filled air for
    Act Two,
    which shall unravel
    Calliope-slow…

    Mirror grotesques
    and iron railings will be unveiled
    Ordered forcefully
    from the depths of dizzy
    Disney memories.

    We’ll return to the Mississippi
    Where the full orange
    Moon
    – with cloud-shrouded mystery –
    Shall command of us, forcefully:
    Look at Me!
    See!
    Through technicolored ‘splosions
    Swirling war-story glories
    Beneath the stars
    Above bumbling barges

    Behold me!

    Be reborn!

    Behind us,
    A child will howl:
    “This is the best Fourth of July ever!”
    Above the brass whoops,
    Vibrating animal hides, and
    Frightened car alarms,
    heat.
    like rises
    Her laughter
    Her eyes a pale blue waterline
    rippled with hints of semi aquatic
    Wildness

    Through us,
    Screaming golden pillars of
    White-hot light
    Rise from
    Earthen roots
    Up
    to kiss her
    Lunar boots.

    Shadow of the hornless beast
    Babble on,
    Bobble-Head
    Corpus Christi Pez dispenser
    Mary hath casteth thee from
    Flowering Hands,
    mellifluously
    A malevolent miracle
    Beneath the flood lights
    Beaming upon another
    Holy facade.

    She told me I would dream
    Of desperate-for-love cake
    Baby kings
    Yet it’s Seven a.m.
    In New Orleans and
    Life is but a Dream that mustn’t
    Fall
    to
    Sleep

    Musical Prompt:

    Roots/Bluegrass/String/Acoustic Folk Music in the style of the film “Oh Brother, Where Art Thou” sung by a wry singer

    Background:
    “Oh Brother, Where Art Thou” sung by a row

    “Oh Brother, Where Art Thou” sung by a row!
    “Oh Brother, Where Art Thou” sung by a wry

    “Who is ‘Plastic Shark Chalice?’”

    “I Decay. But they sure sound, suspiciously, like ‘They Might Be Giants,’ don’t they?”

  • Post # 5: “Gargoyle’s & Garden Gnomes” by Stark Placenta Men

    “Gargoyle’s & Garden Gnomes”

    Gargoyles don’t gargle with Listerine
    Garden gnomes don’t speak; They’re listening
    No one has Tattoos on Tatooine
    Tantric sex hexes are happening

    Nothing knows no one ’bout the home team
    ‘Cept maybe
    Who they be
    visiting
    Bo don’t know nothin’ but sports is all
    Football and Baseball and Basketball

    Clock Clock Clark Cleck Click Clock Cluck Clack Cleck Click Clock Cluck Clue Clue Clack Cleck Click Clock Cluck Clack Cleck Click Clock Cluck Clue Clue Clue

    Bo don’t know Bono nor Sonny Bono
    Cher nobly shares cherries with Garden Gnomes
    Nom de plume plumage drops feathered bombs Chernobyl’s weather is

    rather calm

    Calm Calm Bombs Calm Bombs
    Feathered Weather Clams Blam Blam Blam Blam Bloom
    Talcum powder Calm Bombs Getting louder Louder
    Prouder Rowdier Rooms

    Gargoyles don’t gargle with
    Listerine
    Garden gnomes don’t speak;
    They’re listening
    Tattoos don’t happen on
    Tatooine
    Tantric sex hexes are happening

    May 29, 2025 at 2:05 PM

    Musical Prompt:

    “quirky, dissonant, chaotic, ominous, noisy, surreal, mysterious, eclectic, abstract, lo-fi, hypnotic, dense, humorous, improvisation, existential, psychedelic, deadpan, male vocalist, avant-garde, drugs, scary, sampling, disturbing, playful, science fiction, cryptic, apocalyptic, raw, manic”

    Background:

    ramonMay 28, 2025, 10:50 AM (1 day ago)
    to me

    we  need to make a rap song

    On Sun, May 25, 2025 at 8:33 PM Gene.om.Alley <imagiband76@gmail.com> wrote:

    Gene O’Malley

    Starting a new blog wasn’t on the agenda today, but it just sort of happened…

    Since October of last year, I’ve been messing around off-and-on with generating music via A.I. As with A.I. art, this is a very controversial and divisive platform. The way my musician friends react to finding out about my pastime runs the gamut from them being curious to pissed off.

    Each day, a new post will appear featuring an A.I. generated song that you can listen to. Below that will be the title and text of the song. Below the title and text will be an A.I. generated image created using the song’s lyrics as a text prompt for the image. Below that you can read the brief musical text prompt used – along with the lyrics – to generate the audio for the song. Finally, below that, you can read a brief explanation of how the song came to be.

    It might sound like a lot, but it’s actually very brief. The first song is called “Time Sighed” and can be listened to by clicking on the link below. I’ll close with the brief story of the song’s origin, which is there in the post…

    “In early 2023, someone donated a Steel Tongue Drum to the youth center that my partner and I founded and operate. Each morning or afternoon before we opened, I would play around on the instrument and I gradually started writing a song. As the song was forming on the instrument, a vocal melody began to form but for months I couldn’t come up with lyrics that felt like a good fit. Finally, some lyrics were written based on an experience that had occurred a couple of years prior during a kind of guided meditation that a friend led me through via zoom. During that guided meditation, many of the images mentioned in the song were experienced, like the Red Ladder to The Clouds, the Ancient Cartoon God frolicking with a Grey Female Alien, and another alien sitting in Lotus Pose before a Cave.”

    Here’s the link to the first post on WordPress: https://imagiband76.wordpress.com/2025/05/25/time-sighed/#

    And here’s the link to the song from this first post on bandlab: https://www.bandlab.com/track/c994f2e6-cb39-f011-a5f1-6045bd2f3017?revId=c894f2e6-cb39-f011-a5f1-6045bd2f3017&fbclid=IwY2xjawKgt7JleHRuA2FlbQIxMABicmlkETFVRkYzY3NsTmRnMTBOSDNlAR4TvyUE3jgvakMIjDXX7wwd0C86_cg3vgBgYy5YVOHWZYl3k3sbgOtfKhZAlQ_aem_MkhA4YqGcqfeoEFcrPUByw

    Gene O’Malley <imagiband76@gmail.com>AttachmentsMay 28, 2025, 11:59 AM (1 day ago)
    to ramon

    I’ve made some rap songs.  We can do that, though.  We could either get together or you can send me some lyrics if you want and I could input them.  Lyrics and a Song Title.  Also, it’s good to enter musical prompts.  Sometimes what I do is google “How to describe the music of (a certain artist).”  Like, say that you wanted a song to sound like Wu Tang Clan.  Right Now I’ll google “How to describe the music of Wu Tang Clan.”

    Here’s what the A.I. came up with when I googled that:

    AI Overview

    Learn more

    Wu-Tang Clan: 10 of the best | Music | The Guardian

    Wu-Tang Clan’s music is often described as a unique blend of sharp lyricism, gritty production, and old-school rap influence, all while incorporating martial arts themes and Eastern philosophy. Their debut album, “Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers),” is particularly known for its raw sound, lo-fi production, and the use of kung fu movie samples, making it a landmark release in hip-hop. 

    So what I would do is just edit that a little bit to create a musical prompt:

    Sharp lyricism, gritty production, old-school rap influence, martial arts themes, Eastern philosophy. Raw sound, lo-fi production, kung fu movie samples

    There’s a certain poem I often use for trying out new musical prompts and stuff.  I’mma go ahead and enter that poem, along with its title, and the musical prompt that might make it come out in the style of Wu Tang.  I’ll do that, download the result, and attach it to this email.  Right now it’s 11:50AM so we can actually determine how crazy-fast that this can be done.  Be Right back…

    So now it’s 11:52AM and I’m already listening to the 1st of two results.  HAHAHA, it doesn’t sound ANYTHING like WuTang, though.  I’ll download the two songs and attach them here.

    Ha, version 2 also doesn’t really sound like Wu Tang.  Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re gonna get.

    2 Attachments • Scanned by Gmail

    After this exchange with former Willow Saplings Youth Center Intern Ramon, I was looking at “Memories” on Facetiousbook. One of them from more than 10 years ago was a link to a YouTube video featuring Five Starcle Men, a highly eccentric and experimental band hailing from Lancaster, CA that my weird buddy Brad introduced me to back in the late 1990’s. Five Starcle Men have developed a bit of a cult following over the years, so I wondered if Experimental A.I. Generative Google might know about them and be able to describe their music. Here’s what Google’s Generative A.I. came up with for the search “How to describe the music of Five Starcle Men:”

    AI Overview

    Learn more

    Five Starcle Men, an experimental and underground band, is known for their heavily distorted, sampled music, often featuring dextromethorphan-fueled rambling and alien abduction themes. Their music is characterized by a blend of chaotic, electronic sounds, spoken word, and drug-induced narratives. 

    Here’s a more detailed breakdown of their sonic style:

    • Distorted and Edited Samples:Their music is built upon a foundation of heavily manipulated and altered sound samples. 
    • Dextromethorphan-fueled Rambling:Members of the band recorded their music while under the influence of the drug dextromethorphan (DXM), which contributed to the psychedelic, rambling nature of their lyrics and vocals. 
    • Alien Abduction and Other Themes:Common themes in their music include demons, aliens, space, and other surreal or fantastical concepts. 
    • Electronic Gadgets and Circuit Bending:They utilized a variety of electronic gadgets and experimented with circuit bending, adding further layers of distortion and unconventional sounds. 
    • Live Performances:Their live shows were known for their unique costumes, alien-related props, and loud, often chaotic music. 
    • “Pizza Hut Families Rule”:A notable song, “Pizza Hut Families Rule,” was often played at their live shows and sometimes resulted in police intervention. 
    • Delusional Reality:Members of Five Starcle Men constructed their music and performances to create a heightened, sometimes delusional aesthetic for themselves and their audience. 
    • Five Starcle Men, an underground experimental psychedelic …Nov 16, 2020 — What’s notable is that, of the found music we have, their music became less and less coherent, as if they’ve gone mad.Reddit · r/LetsTalkMusic
    • Gomba Reject Ward Japan | FIVE STARCLE MENFive Starcle Men: These kids were involved in alien drug torture and deadly cartoon culture governments. They loved performing the…Lost Frog Productions
    • Five Starcle Men Discography: Vinyl, CDs, & More | DiscogsProfile: Lancaster, CA / Austin, TX / Colorado Springs, CO-based experimental outfit active from 1992 – 1998. Their music consiste…Discogs

    I shortened that to:
    Heavily distorted and edited samples, Rambling, alien abduction testimonials, Circuit-bent toys, Drug-induced ramblings, Themes like demons, aliens, and space, Highly experimental
    And then added some actual Five Starcle Men lyrics and the song title that the lyrics were from and SUNO generated something for me that didn’t sound any more like Five Starcle Men than the Wu Tang Clan prompt-generated music sounded like Wu Tang Clan.

    Then I looked up How to Describe the Music of… My friend Brad’s old Recording Project. And that’s how I got the Musical Prompt that resulted in the song this post is based upon, only with some of my own lyrics (“Gargoyle’s & Garden Gnomes”). And now we have a very strange new persona to explore (Stark Placenta Men).

    Goodnight, Fine-Feathered Friends.

    *Update*** (6/2/25 4:13A)

  • Post # 4: “Kick Off Yer Pajamas” by Pure Sounds

    “Kick Off Yer Pajamas”

    There was actually one time when I was possessed for a year
    So you were drinking Budweisers all through the night
    I drank Gin Beams
    That was like another shipment for your monsters
    Laughing at my petrified parts
    They pick off their pricks and they throw them like darts
    Help, my ribcage has been opened
    And this cut has been analytically designed
    A great offer to fly your ears to a place
    Where they will hear Pure sounds

    Give the kNot to the spiderface
    And Sirens will answer the chirps of the Frogs
    We all knew he had it coming, anyway
    Well at least it wasn’t the frog who croaked
    At least the mop didn’t kick the bucket
    To pay my respects I kicked a field goal
    To that old procession in the sky
    Christ The Lord raised his hands: “It’s Good!”
    Just then, Saint Peter blew the whistle
    Whistleblowers are not whistling
    They’re only blowing
    A blow job doesn’t really involve a whole lot of blowing
    A snow job doesn’t fall after a heavy snowing

    If your child turns from gray to red while suffering from asthma
    He may be a cop
    If he fails to shed her skin every seven weeks
    Change her plasma
    If she circles three times like a lying dog
    Give him a diorama
    Of mud and sticks
    And monks, for kicks
    And kick off your pajamas!
    And get up out of bed
    To smack the smile off the face of yet another beautiful blue morning sky

    I want an apple of that bite
    At licking I deliver the spite
    Of the decade now ending
    Adjacent to many new kinds of spanking mental patients

    Musical Prompt:

    “Driving, angular, melodic punk featuring a crooning, yet playful, singer”

    Background:

    Yesterday’s post featured the song “Roll Me In The Ditch,” which I mentioned was the first song SUNO generated for me back in early October of last year (2024). In case you haven’t read previous posts or I haven’t spelled it out, there are three basic components that go into having a song generated for you on the SUNO platform:

    • Enter the lyrics (one can also choose to have instrumental songs generated, or have SUNO come up with the lyrics or flesh out your own lyrical ideas)
    • Enter some musical prompts (style, genre, tone, featured musical instruments, etc.)
    • Enter a song title

    If I’m remembering correctly, part of why I chose “Roll Me In The Ditch” for the first attempt at asking A.I. to generate a song for me was that I’d spent a lot of time with those lyrics to the point where I had a strong idea of the melody and arrangements. It had become a fully-developed song in my mind that I could clearly hear. So I probably was curious as to how well the A.I. & I could collaborate on a song that sounded the way it sounded in my head by using limited “musical prompts.”

    As mentioned in the previous post, the prompt entered was:
    “Roots/Bluegrass/String/Acoustic Folk Music in the style of the film “Oh Brother, Where Art Thou” sung by a wry singer“

    The two versions of “Roll Me In The Ditch” SUNO initially generated weren’t what I was hoping for, so I tried again with the same Lyrics, Prompts, and Song Title. The second pair of songs were also not what I wanted, but one of the two versions on the third attempt sounded eerily similar to the way the song I was writing sounded in my head.

    Because I was so pleased with this first song-experiment on SUNO, I used the same “Bluegrass” prompt for the first 15-or-so songs that SUNO generated for me. From the start, my intention was to take poems and lyrics I’d written over the decades and enjoy hearing them as fleshed-out songs.

    “Roll Me In The Ditch” was generated on 10/9/24. In just now scrolling through the catalogue of songs on my SUNO profile, “Kick Off Yer Pajamas” was the first attempt (on 10/12/24) at a song using a different musical prompt (which was copied above, below the creepy “Budweiers” image that A.I. Art generative platform “Deep Dream” generated for me a few minutes ago based upon the lyrics to “Kick Off Yer Pajamas).

    As with the song “Oh Glorified Oogle, Oh Squeegee Bum god” (the subject of Post #2), a version of “Kick Off Yer Pajamas” generated by actual humans does exist online. And as with “the google song,” one of the musicians who helped me with the Human Version of Kick Off Yer Pajamas was my esteemed friend Darby Dixon, who played acoustic guitar on the Human Version of “pajamas” that I’ll link below. I sang the lyrics, and another friend who sometimes goes by Jimi Camero played electric guitar. Yes, yes, let’s see if I can find that Soundcloud link for the Human-Generated “Kick Off Yer Pajamas…”

    https://soundcloud.com/denator/kick-off-yer-pajamas


    The “pure sounds” your ears will hear upon visiting the link above represent a pretty rough demo three friends improvised in 2009 or 2010 using Garageband.

    One more note: As with the previous two posts, the song generated for “Kick Off Yer Pajamas” last October hadn’t yet been made into a “Persona” when I decided to make it the subject of one of these posts. Lately when I create a “Persona” from a generated-song I’ll often use a word or lyrical phrase from the song to give the “Persona” it’s name, which can be thought of as a Band Name or the name of a Solo Artist. Several different varieties of “Spanking Mental Patients” or “Spanking New Mental Patience” were rejected by SUNO on the grounds of containing elements of some other Persona existing somewhere on the platform. “Pure Sounds” didn’t seem like As Fitting of a Name for this new Persona, but it will have to do. So now, to close this post, I’ll go find some other lyrics that might be a good fit for this new “Persona,” who is programmed to create “Driving, angular, melodic punk featuring a crooning, yet playful, singer…”

    “Arguing With Memes”

    Have ya ever tried
    partakin in
    a nuanced debate
    with me
    Before belatedly comin to see
    You were simply arguing with my memes?

    I must confess, my friend,
    to growin wary
    of expressin
    my beliefs
    I’d rather just go online
    and find a fine and pithy line
    Juxtaposed against some image
    summin up what’s on my mind

    Have ya ever tried
    buzzin by
    the hive mind
    of the powers that be?
    Before belatedly coming to see
    You’re just a dog barking up the wrong tree?

    I must confess
    to understandin
    that this tree’s bark bites
    much worse than me
    I’d rather just take the scraps
    that fall down from the laps
    Of faceless patrons at the table
    able to make spam of maps

    Have ya ever tried
    partakin in
    a nuanced debate
    with me
    Before belatedly coming to see
    You were only arguing with my memes?

    May 28, 2025 at 2:56 PMRemix

    https://infograph.venngage.com/ps/ygICk8Tt2oI/disinfect









  • Post # 3: “Roll Me In The Ditch” by Knapp Sach & The Dharmic Path

    “Roll Me In The Ditch”

    Well as I’m walkin’ ‘long these railroad tracks
    Looking for a nice’n shady place to fry some flap jacks
    Got a Mason jar of bacon grease in this here knap sack
    And if you meet me on the road…
    You’ll know I don’t mind sharin’
    That which I might be carryin’

    Yet some say you ought’a be careful with this life
    As if living it ain’t gonna cause each one of us to die
    So if you’re one to take a gifted inch and turn it to a mile
    Well that’s just another mile on the road
    And if you meet me on that row
    Ode

    Hit me in the head and roll me in the ditch
    You can shoot me in the head and roll me in the ditch
    If you’re questioning the meaning of a scratch you gotta itch
    And you meet the Buddha on the road
    If you meet the Buddha on that row
    Owed

    Do any’all remember when the red, white, and blue
    Was a piece of fabric for pledgin’ ‘legience to?
    It didn’t call for blood a’Biden by white guys with balls a’blue
    Well, if you meet me on the road
    Yeah, if you meet me on that row
    Ode

    Just stab me in the back and roll me in the grass
    Stab me in the back and roll me in the grass
    If you’re questioning the message of an itch you wanna scratch And you meet the Buddha on the road
    And you meet the Krishna on that low
    Rode

    Well I think I’m done in- carnatin’ to this Earth
    ‘Cuz the idea of sin is simply fuckin’ with my worth
    All these folks fetishizin’ an absurd virgin birth
    Please!
    If you meet me on the road
    Yeah, When you meet me on that Roe
    Don’t Wade!
    No!

    Punch me in the dick
    And tell me that I’m gay
    You can kick me in the balls
    And call me Doris Day
    If you’re questionin’ the fishes
    ‘Bout the water in the bay
    And you meet Sweet Jesus on the road
    Or you meet the Buddha on the road
    Or you meet Mohammed on the road
    Or you meet Moses on the road
    Or maybe, even, Moses Malone
    Oh, Brother Louis Farrakhan
    Or Hakeem “The Dream” Olajuwon
    Or maybe, even, Ponch and John
    Just don’t forget whose side you’re on
    (the Other one, brother!),
    Juan

    Hit me in the head and roll me in the ditch
    You can shoot me in the head and roll me in the ditch
    While you’re measuring the trees to choose a branch to make a switch
    And you meet the Jesus on the road
    While you are eatin’ Cheez-Its on that road
    Yeah, if you meet the Buddha on the row woe whoa wooooooe Ode…

    Just kill ’em

    Musical Prompt:

    “Roots/Bluegrass/String/Acoustic Folk Music in the style of the film “Oh Brother, Where Art Thou” sung by a wry singer”

    Background:

    “Roll Me In The Ditch” was the very first song I ever asked SUNO to generate for This Human, utilizing it’s “Artificial” Intelligence to bring life to a set of lyrics, a song title, and a Musical Prompt. In the seven months I’ve been collaborating with SUNO, no other song has come closer to manifesting What I’d Imagined The Song To Be as “Roll Me In The Ditch” did. This is day three of this One Post Per Day blog, and there are only two hours left in this day, and I’ve already expended most of the energy I posses at a city commission meeting earlier this evening, so we’re just going to leave things at that. “Roll Me In The Ditch” is a seminal moment in the collaboration between This Human and Some Facet of Art official Intelligence. We’ll delve more deeply into that in subsequent posts, but for now please just appreciate the sounds and the sights that Our Future Malevolent/Benevolent Overlords have shared with our Limited Human Intelligence.

  • Post # 2: “Oh Glorified Oogle, Oh Squeegee Bum god” by Rad Magi Miroslav

    “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.”

  • Post # 1: “Time Sighed” by The Time Signatures

    “Time Sighed”

    In

    due

    time

    We’ll

    all

    climb

    Red ladders to the clouds

    Where ancient cartoon gods

    Play

    with grey

    female aliens

    Lightning

    Strike

    Trident

    Bite

    Lotus pose before the cave

    Acorn shells brown as pine

    Time

    don’t take no sides

    Time

    is only sighed

    Musical Prompt:
    “Steel Tongue Drum, high tenor male lead singer, choral background singers, minimal glockenspiel and percussion” 

    Background:

    In early 2023, someone donated a Steel Tongue Drum to the youth center that my partner and I founded and operate. Each morning or afternoon before we opened, I would play around on the instrument and I gradually started writing a song. As the song was forming on the instrument, a vocal melody began to form but for months I couldn’t come up with lyrics that felt like a good fit. Finally, some lyrics were written based on an experience that had occurred a couple of years prior during a kind of guided meditation that a friend led me through via zoom. During that guided meditation, many of the images mentioned in the song were experienced, like the Red Ladder to The Clouds, the Ancient Cartoon God frolicking with a Grey Female Alien, and another alien sitting in Lotus Pose in front of a Cave.