AI-Generated Music

A collection of songs I generated via AI

Regular Songs

God is Dead

An alternative rock song about religious liberation and repression from an Islamic perspective (because so far, most (English) songs about this are from a (former) Christian perspective, which gets boring).

Lyrics

In the land of the crescent moon
Where faith runs deep and minds are tuned
I stand alone
Questioning the divine
God is dead
But his absence is so fine

The mosques echo with whispered prayers
But I'm left wondering
Nobody cares
Religion's grip tightens
It suffocates
But God is dead
No heaven awaits

(Chorus)
God is dead
But we still believe
In empty prayers
We find no reprieve
The threads of faith
They start to unwind
In this land of shadows
God we never find

Funny Songs

Veggie Vengeance

A semi-reggae song about a delusional vegetarian who hates plants and seeks their destruction to prevent his own.

Lyrics

I'm a vegetarian, but here's the twist
It ain't 'cause I care 'bout animals, they don't exist
No, it ain't 'bout the cows or the chickens, you see
I'm a vegan 'cause plants, well, they're out to get me (watch out, watch out)

I hate plants, they're sneaky and sly
They'll smother you with leaves and watch you die
But I won't be a victim, no, not today
I'll eat my veggies and keep the plants at bay (yeah!)

[Chorus]
I hate plants, oh oh-oh
They're out to get me, yeah yeah-yeah
But I'm strong, oh oh-oh
I won't let 'em win, no no-no
I'll eat my greens and stay alive
Take that, plants, you won't survive (woo!)

I'm a green crusader, in a veggie fight
Against the plant conspiracy, every day and night
It's not about the taste or a health decree
I'm a veg-head warrior, plants won't conquer me (watch out, watch out)

I hate plants, they're plotting my doom
Photosynthesis scheming in the dark of my room
But I won't be a victim, no, not today
I'll munch on salads and keep the plants away (yeah!)

[Chorus]
I hate plants, oh oh-oh
They're out to get me, yeah yeah-yeah
But I'm strong, oh oh-oh
I won't let 'em win, no no-no
I'll chew my greens and stay alive
Take that, plants, you won't survive (woo!)

In the back of the kitchen, where the veggies conspired
I thought I'd eat them, but it backfired
Green assassins, sneaky as can be
They finally choked the life out of me (watch out, watch out)

[Chorus]
I hate plants, oh oh-oh
Fuck them greens, yeah yeah-yeah
But I'm gone, oh oh-oh
I couldn't break free, no no-no
In the end, the veggies stand tall
In the end, they were my downfall (now I'm dead!)

Die Deutsche Bahn

An ode to the most reliable German public train transportation company: Die Deutsche Bahn!

Lyrics

Die Deutsche Bahn, sie fahrt zu spät!
Pech für jeden der jetzt am Bahnhof steht!
Keine Infos weit und breit (oh nooo)
Diesen Saftladen sind wir leid! (oh yeah)

[Chorus]
Die Deutsche Bahn, sie kann es nicht!
Es gibt kein Verpsrechen das sie nicht bricht!
Ich wollte heute in den Urlaub gehen
und nicht wieder am Bahnhof stehen! (die Deutsche Bahn!)

Bıyık (en. Moustache)

A Turkish alternative rock song about a Turk who cannot grow a moustache, leading to an identity crisis.

Lyrics

Gözlerimde hüzün, içimde bir yangın,
Herkesin bıyığı var, bende yok anlamı,
Bir Türk evladıyım, ama bıyık yok yüzümde,
Bu hüzünle dolaşırım, içimdeki kederle.

(Chorus)
Bıyığım olmadığı için üzgünüm,
Bıyık olmadan ben bir Türk müyüm?
Aynaya bakarım, eksiklikle dolu,
Bıyığım olsa ne güzel olurdu.

Bıyık, o bir erkeklik nişanesi,
Bende yoksa, eksik hissederim kendimi,
Kimse anlamaz içimdeki bu sızıyı,
Bıyık olmadan, yarım kalmış gibi.

(Chorus)
Bıyığım olmadığı için üzgünüm,
Bıyık olmadan ben bir Türk müyüm?
Aynaya bakarım, eksiklikle dolu,
Bıyığım olsa ne güzel olurdu.

(Bridge)
Belki bir gün, bende bıyık olur,
O zaman gözlerimde hüzün tükenir,
Bıyığım olunca, gururla dolaşırım,
Türküm dedikçe, içim sevinçle dolar.

(Chorus)
Bıyığım olmadığı için üzgünüm,
Bıyık olmadan ben bir Türk müyüm?
Aynaya bakarım, eksiklikle dolu,
Bıyığım olsa ne güzel olurdu.

Rise of the Chickenborn

A bard’s song about the rise of a new hero: Chickenborn!

Lyrics

In a world full of chaos, where darkness prevails
There's a hero emerging, with feathers and scales
He's got a beak so sharp, and wings that can soar
The Hero Chickenborn, the one they adore

[Chorus]
Fly high, Chickenborn, conquer the night (oh-yeah)
Spread your wings, show them your might (show them your might)
In your heart, courage will ignite
Rise, rise, rise of the Chickenborn (ooh-ooh)

Toothbrush Blues

A toothbrush’s worries of you not using it correctly; in musical form.

Lyrics

I'm just a toothbrush hangin' in your bathroom sky
Watching you brush, oh, how the time flies
But lately I've been feelin' like something ain't right
You're rushin' through it, oh, what a sight

[Chorus] I wanna clean your teeth, make 'em sparklin' white (sparklin' white)
But you're rushin' past, it's giving me a fright (oh no, oh no)
Take your time, baby, make sure you get it right (get it right, get it right)
Let me help you keep your smile oh-so bright

Cosmere Songs

Kelsier

A song about Kelsier from Mistborn. Sadly I can’t continue it. But I like it, so here’s the partial version.

Lyrics

In the misty realm, where shadows conspire,
Kelsier rises, a flame in the mire.
Born in ash, a survivor's fire,
Against tyranny's grip, his heart's desire.

(Chorus)
Kelsier, Survivor, hear the call,
Against the Empire, he stands tall.
Steel and iron, a rebel's might,
To break the chains, to reclaim the night.

Coins in hand, a plan unfolds,
In the underworld, where rebellion molds.
Lerasium's gift, a spark so bright,
In Kelsier's heart, the will to fight.

(Chorus)
Kelsier, Survivor, hear the call,
Against the Empire, he stands tall.
Steel and iron, a rebel's might,
To break the chains, to reclaim the night.

Pits of Hathsin, scars of the brave, [abrupt end]

Hymn to the Survivor

Another song about Kelsier, the Survivor, post-catacendre. Nu-Metal style.

Lyrics

In ashes of ruin, when hope seemed to die,
He walked from the Pits, fire in his eye.
Broken but laughing, against steel and despair,
A whisper turned scream, defiance laid bare.

(Chorus)
Kelsier! The Survivor, they chant in the night,
Kelsier! The Skaa who ignited rebellion's bright light.
Kelsier! His laughter like thunder, his spirit untamed,
Kelsier! The spark that from embers, forged freedom unclaimed.

Beneath the Lord Ruler, fear poisoned the land,
He offered not pity, but strength in his hand.
In mist-cloaked rebellion, the Survivor would scheme,
For an empire to topple, for hearts to redeem.

(Chorus) Kelsier! The Survivor, they chant in the night,
Kelsier! The Skaa who ignited rebellion's bright light.
Kelsier! His laughter like thunder, his spirit untamed,
Kelsier! The spark that from embers, forged freedom unclaimed.

The tyrant's spear struck, a hero did fall,
Yet from blood and betrayal, defiance would crawl.
His death but a ember, igniting the night,
Each skaa found their courage, burning ever so bright.

Ascended now, one with the swirling mist,
His laughter still echoes, where shadows are kissed.
Eyes ever watchful, his spirit defends,
Scadrial his charge, until all of time ends!

Fantasy Songs

Durin’s Song

Two versions of Durin’s song. The left is kind of metal/rock indie-folk music. The right is more of a pop ballad with a female voice.

Chandrian

An edgy alternative rock version of children’s song about the Chandrian from Patrick Rothfuss’s Kingkiller Chronicles.

Lyrics

When the hearthfire turns to blue,
What to do? What to do?
Run outside. Run and hide..

When his eyes are black as crow?
Where to go? Where to go?
Near and far. Here they are.

When your bright sword turns to rust?
Who to trust? Who to trust?
Stand alone. Standing stone.

See a woman pale as snow?
Silent come and silent go.
What’s their plan? What’s their plan?
Chandrian. Chandrian.

See a man without a face?
Move like ghosts from place to place.
What’s their plan? What’s their plan?
Chandrian. Chandrian.

When your bright sword turns to rust?
Who to trust? Who to trust?
Stand alone. Standing stone.

See a woman pale as snow?
Silent come and silent go.
What’s their plan? What’s their plan?
Chandrian. Chandrian.

See a man without a face?
Move like ghosts from place to place.
What’s their plan? What’s their plan?
Chandrian. Chandrian.

What’s their plan? (What’s their plan?)
Chandrian. (Chandrian.)

Yes, what’s their plan? (What’s their plan?)
Chandrian. (Chandrian.)