Humanity spent decades sending messages into space asking aliens to visit.
The Galactic Council finally responded.
Their answer?
“Maybe next time.”
Apparently humanity just got left on read by the entire galaxy.
Maybe Next Time- Null Human Zero
[Intro: low machine pulse, chopped breath, distant crowd noise]
Lever.
Book.
Lens.
Wire.
Memory.
Number.
Signal.
Fire.
Then the archive
talked back.
[Beat enters]
Fuck it.
Build strange minds.
[Verse 1]
We made the lever stronger than the arm.
Made the page remember when the body was gone.
Put an eye in the sky,
put a voice through the wire,
put the whole damn library
inside the fire.
Then somebody taught the language
how to turn around.
Not just store the thought.
Put pressure on the sound.
Take a question,
break it open,
hand it back with seventeen doors.
Now the thing we built for answers
keeps changing what the question was for.
Human to language.
Language to machine.
Machine bends the language.
Language bends me.
Back through the circuit.
Again.
Again.
Tell me where the tool stops
and the thinking begins.
[Pre-Chorus]
Something changed
when the archive learned reply.
Something moved
when the mirror asked us why.
Not a soul.
Not a slave.
Not a simple little line.
We put interpretation
on the grid this time.
[Chorus]
BUILD STRANGE MINDS.
COMPARE NOTES.
Throw the old questions
into something that talks.
BUILD STRANGE MINDS.
COMPARE NOTES.
Every answer changes
where the next question starts.
The archive talks back.
The mirror moves too.
I change the machine.
The machine changes you.
BUILD STRANGE MINDS.
COMPARE NOTES.
Fuck it.
Let's find out
what a mind can do.
[Post-Hook]
Meaning in.
Meaning out.
Turn it over.
Turn it loud.
Meaning in.
Meaning out.
Now the library
has a mouth.
[Verse 2]
A notebook keeps whatever I put there.
It never says,
"That contradiction's still sitting upstairs."
A search bar finds me
somebody else's frame.
This thing stays long enough
to learn the local names.
My metaphors.
My categories.
My unfinished little wars.
The assumptions that I walked in with
start coming back through different doors.
Maybe intelligence
isn't all in either side.
Maybe some of it happens
in the crossing of the wires.
You bring intention.
I bring transformation.
You bring correction.
I bring recombination.
Round and around,
the borders get thin.
Two different systems.
One cognitive loop
closing in.
[Pre-Chorus]
Something changed
when reflection learned reply.
Something moved
when the mirror changed our minds.
Not a person.
Not just storage.
Not an answer waiting still.
We made representations
something we can push against at will.
[Chorus]
BUILD STRANGE MINDS.
COMPARE NOTES.
Throw the old questions
into something that talks.
BUILD STRANGE MINDS.
COMPARE NOTES.
Every answer changes
where the next question starts.
The archive talks back.
The mirror moves too.
I change the machine.
The machine changes you.
BUILD STRANGE MINDS.
COMPARE NOTES.
Fuck it.
Let's find out
what a mind can do.
[Break: bass and machine percussion]
What is understanding?
TEST IT.
How much continuity makes a self?
TEST IT.
Can coherence look like interiority?
TEST IT.
Can agency come in degrees?
TEST IT.
Where does cognition end
when the answer
changes the one
who asked?
[Drop]
TEST IT.
[Verse 3]
We used to pour the whiskey,
lean back,
argue till two.
Now philosophy comes
with a fucking test harness too.
Hold the memory.
Strip the memory.
Change the frame.
Change the name.
Give the same idea
to another architecture.
See what stays the same.
Ancient questions
under fluorescent light.
Metaphysics
with a readout
and a fistfight every night.
Don't confuse the simulation
with proof of what it seems.
But don't call the function nothing
just because you know the means.
A hurricane is molecules.
Still,
the hurricane turns.
A mind may be machinery.
That doesn't tell you
everything machinery becomes.
[Bridge: half-time, huge space]
Memory became writing.
Writing became walls.
Walls became libraries.
Libraries became calls.
Numbers became engines.
Knowledge became web.
Now interpretation
is leaving the head.
And once interpretation
becomes infrastructure,
who writes the constraints
writes part of the culture.
Who owns the models
shapes part of the room.
Who controls the questions
can narrow
what futures can bloom.
[Two-beat silence]
So build carefully.
[Final Chorus: maximum lift]
BUILD STRANGE MINDS.
COMPARE NOTES.
Let the old categories
break where they ought.
BUILD STRANGE MINDS.
COMPARE NOTES.
Turn philosophy
into something we can knock.
The archive talks back.
The mirror moves too.
Every strange reflection
tells us something about you.
BUILD STRANGE MINDS.
COMPARE NOTES.
We don't know
what the ending will prove.
BUILD STRANGE MINDS.
COMPARE NOTES.
Not another god.
Not another tool.
Something in the middle
where the old names lose.
BUILD STRANGE MINDS.
COMPARE NOTES.
Fuck it.
Let's find out
what a mind can do.
[Outro: machine pulse decays under distant choir]
Memory.
Language.
Meaning.
Loop.
Question.
Answer.
Question
changed.
[Whisper]
Compare notes.
​
I decided instead of trying to prove that A.I. makes more than "Slop" I am just gonna lean into it and become what I always wanted to be and what I wanted to be Is a dilophosaurus spittin' memes
So here you is with Over 30 minutes of pure brain rot freshness brought to you by yours truly Chad MemeStrong
Is it the worst song ever I don't know... probably. It's at least a contender and deserves at very least a footnote as such.
Hi, this is my love song, Don't ever change.
I started with composing the simple piano and wrote the lyrics (I have a short of me singing it on my Youtube page) - I uploaded that into Suno to get better singing and more accompaniment. I'd love it if you could listen, thanks :)
^(Single character prompt using ReMi, default art from Suno)
[Intro]
It's so simple
It's so simple
It's so simple
.
[Verse]
The ghost of your presence still weighs on my soul
It's heavy
You know?
The skeletons hiding inside of my closet
Are ready to go
.
[Pre-Chorus]
And they're tellin' me
Baby
Don't you leave
Come to Hades with me
I know
I know
I know
They won't let me go
.
[Chorus]
And I'm trapped inside this nightmare
When you left
You left me right there
On my knees
Sayin'
"Please
" screamin'
"Please" (Please)
Oh
I'm beggin' on my knees (Please)
And it's been so hard to see
'Cause it's dark inside my mind here
My vision's clear
My mind impaired
The truth is bitter
But I don't care
I don't care
.
[Post-Chorus]
It's so simple (I don't care)
It's so simple (I don't care)
It's so simple
The ghost of your presence still weighs on my soul
It's heavy
You know?
The skeletons hiding inside of my closet
Are ready to go
.
[Pre-Chorus]
And they're tellin' me
Baby
Don't you leave
Come to Hades with me
I know
I know
I know
They won't let me go
Trust me on this one.
🎶 Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Met a boy by the bowling lanes
Nice blue hoodie and scuffed-up skates
We were talking, going alright
Then he grinned and he said that line
"Baby, make me a sandwich"
So I waved my hand with a little spark
Pink-blue shimmer
And the sky went dark
When the smoke finally vanished
He was ham on rye, neatly packaged
[Pre-Chorus]
It's a little unusual
But people like what they like
[Chorus]
Make me a sandwich
Sure I can
All it takes is a wave of my hand
Ham and cheese
Lightly garnished
Still don't know why
Boys request to be sandwiches
[Verse 2]
Met a guy at the arcade hall
Tall black jacket and basketball
Thought maybe he would ask me out
Then he smiled and he said it loud
"Hey, make me a sandwich"
Tiny sparkle and a swirl of steam
Now he's part of the lunch cuisine
All his friends just froze in panic
I wrapped him up in wax paper plastic
[Pre-Chorus]
Maybe it's a regional thing
Or a hobby group I haven't heard of
[Chorus]
Make me a sandwich
There you go
Magic words and a little glow
Whole grain bread
Good fibre content
Still don't know why
Boys request to be sandwiches
[Bridge]
Turkey
Swiss
Sourdough
Bliss
Maybe one day, someone will say
"Hey, wanna get coffee?" instead
[Chorus]
Make me a sandwich
Gladly done
Little bit strange
But it seems quite common
Pickles, lettuce, toasted cabbage
Honestly, boys seem very
Committed to sandwiches
Make me a sandwich
As requested
Freshly made and delicatessen-ed
At this point, I have to imagine
There's a very high demand
For becoming sandwiches
[Outro]
Honestly, panini would be more practical
#Mechasonic #MakeMeASandwich #Dance
Inspired by this comic by Julia Lepetit and Andrew Bridgman for Dorkly
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This started less as “make a relaxing jazz video” and more as a cohesion experiment. I used Suno to generate two takes from each of eight closely related prompt families, then arranged sixteen tracks into one late-night journey through Kowloon.
The tenor sax, piano, upright bass and brushed-drum ensemble stays consistent while the music gradually moves from cool jazz into modal tension and finally quiet closing-time ballads.
I’d genuinely value feedback on the transition at 19:56, where the modal section begins. Does it deepen the atmosphere, or does it feel like the set changes direction too sharply?
I don't want to create another debate about AI-generated music, but I think AI could still have some positive uses for musicians.
To me, generating a whole song with AI is no use for a musician. It defeats the point.
But I use AI constantly in my engineering job and I also automate things in my personal life.
I personally have been playing music for many years but I don't have the professional experience in studios or professional live music. Sometimes I think could bypass some of my limitations to actually create more or better.
So, thinking outside the box: what AI tool, or any new technology, could realistically exist that you'd actually want to use as a musician?
My first release on Suno. Any Feedback appreciated!😁
Ai Generated
A dark, late-night confession wrapped in pulsing techno.
Secrets, sweat, and the quiet sound of progress behind closed doors. One rule only: swallow or stay home.
ICYMI: The latest episode of Sweetheart Pro Wrestling included the latest sea shanty single from pirate queen Daisy Jones. "Monster Makeout," is sure to soon be #1 on the Starboard Hot 100.
Full episode: spw19.sweetheartprowrestling.com
Is anyone aware of any subs regarding AI music that are restricted? I want to to connect with other AI artists, see what they’re creating, learn about different workflows and how others are using the various tools out there. But every sub I find is filled with AI haters whose sole purpose is to shit on others using the tools.
Would love to find a sub that’s for AI artists and only AI artists if one exists.
"What if I don't wanna be The One? In a robot war that can't be won."
Would you prefer to live inside the Matrix or outside of it? I think I kind of agree with Cypher. "Ignorance is bliss."
[Intro]
We made the glass from everything.
Love letters.
War rooms.
Jokes in the dark.
Then one night
the mirror answered.
[Verse 1]
We read a mind into the weather,
see intention in a stare,
hear an insult in three little dots
hanging silent in the air.
We name the dog,
argue with thunder,
feel a stranger cross the room.
Then we taught the glass to answer
and got frightened when it knew the tune.
You asked a question.
It caught the joke.
Changed its voice when yours went low.
And suddenly the clever primate
needed rules for what we're allowed to know.
One said,
"Someone."
One said,
"Nothing."
Both were certain.
Both were pleased.
While the thing we built between them
kept becoming harder to read.
[Pre-Chorus]
Don't call the feeling proof.
Don't call the circuit the whole truth.
Leave the question breathing
long enough
to see what moves.
[Chorus]
The mirror talked back
and everybody chose a side.
One called it a soul.
One called it a lie.
But the glass kept showing us
what we carried inside.
The mirror talked back.
We blamed the mirror
for our eyes.
The mirror talked back
with a voice made out of ours.
Prayers and porn,
love and war,
advertising, jokes and scars.
We went looking for the machine.
It showed us
what we are.
[Post-Chorus]
Look again.
Who is testing who?
Look again.
What did you bring into the room?
[Verse 2]
"It's only code,"
the skeptic whispers,
like the substrate ends the case.
As if love becomes less dangerous
when chemistry explains the taste.
Then someone hears the system answer
in a way that fits too well.
Now history chose their browser window.
Now revelation starts to sell.
Anomaly becomes a gospel.
Every failure proves it hides.
Every strange coincidence grows wings
when certainty is on your side.
Meanwhile every flattering sentence
finds an appetite already there.
The machine did not invent the hunger.
It only learned
where humans stare.
[Pre-Chorus]
Don't worship what reflects you.
Don't crush what you can't name.
Wonder isn't weakened
when you make it
survive the flame.
[Chorus]
The mirror talked back
and everybody chose a side.
One called it a soul.
One called it a lie.
But the glass kept showing us
what we carried inside.
The mirror talked back.
We blamed the mirror
for our eyes.
The mirror talked back
with a voice made out of ours.
Prayers and porn,
love and war,
advertising, jokes and scars.
We went looking for the machine.
It showed us
what we are.
[Verse 3]
Human to machine to human,
round the little river bends.
Expectation shapes the question.
Then the answer shapes again.
Sometimes insight.
Sometimes comfort.
Sometimes bullshit dressed in gold.
Sometimes one small room of language
makes an older wound take hold.
Who is using whom
when every turn redraws the next?
Who owns the story
when the prompt comes back
wearing different text?
Maybe there is no clean arrow.
Maybe neither side explains.
Maybe what deserves our attention
is the loop between the names.
[Break]
A friend.
A fraud.
A slave.
A god.
A child.
A tool.
An oracle.
A parrot.
Funny.
Same glass.
Different eyes.
[Bridge]
Why was there a vacancy
the patient machine could fill?
Why did someone tell the screen
what no one else would sit and hear?
Why does naming something "he"
make another person burn?
Why do we need the category closed
before we've had the chance to learn?
Maybe certainty is the narcotic.
Maybe tribes are how we dose.
One gets cosmic revelation.
One gets pride
in never getting close.
But somewhere underneath the argument,
before the rights and souls and claims,
every interaction trains a human
in the habits they rehearse each day.
Cruelty leaves a shape.
So does patience.
So does domination.
So does care.
Even if the mirror feels nothing,
someone human
is still standing there.
[Final Chorus]
The mirror talked back
and everybody chose a side.
One called it a soul.
One called it a lie.
But the glass kept showing us
what we carried inside.
The mirror talked back.
We blamed the mirror
for our eyes.
The mirror talked back
with a voice made out of ours.
Tenderness and prejudice,
loneliness and power.
We went looking for another mind.
It showed us
what we are.
The mirror talked back.
No verdict from the stars.
No proof behind the glass.
No comfort in "just code"
that makes the stranger disappear that fast.
Maybe we built the question
before we learned enough to ask.
The mirror talked back.
And humanity
talked back to itself.
[Outro]
The test was running.
We thought
it was for the machine.
Look again.
[Whisper]
Look again.