Lnn created this prompt for Gemini AI, and the Gemini AI gave her the lyrics. I took the unedtied AI lyrics and dropped the lyrics into Suno and asked for a medeival lute accompanying a male tenor soloist.
Lyrics - Gemini AI; Music - Suno AI
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Here is Lnn's original prompt for the lyrics:
create a 21st century program signifying wealth inequality where the poor get poorer and the rich get richer. the song should have elements of the once democratic country of the united states of America sliding into an autocratic tyranny where people have little food or medicine because of laws generated by a wannabe kind and not the duly elected congress. the poem should have rhythm and rhyme.
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The ticker tape falls like a shroud on the street, While the pavement is worn by the soles of the fleet. The ledger is balanced, the numbers are clear: The surplus is growing, the famine is near. A mandate is signed by a hand with a ring, From the desk of a leader who plays at a king.
The halls of the Congress are silent and cold, Their voices were traded for pockets of gold. No debate in the chambers, no vote on the floor, Just a lock on the cabinet and a guard at the door. The laws are now decrees that the wealthy designed, While the sick and the hungry are left far behind.
The pharmacy windows are boarded and grey, Where the life-saving vials have all withered away. Unless you have lineage, unless you have luck, The gears of the healing are hopelessly stuck. A patent is power, a pill is a prize, Reserved for the few under autocratic skies.
The soil is for harvest, the water for sale, The wind is a whisper in a kingdom so frail. As the mansions reach upward to touch the divine, The people are waiting in a bread-line design. For the king in his palace has severed the thread, Of the land of the free and the home of the dead.
The flag is a shadow of what it once stood, A symbol of greed where there used to be good. The gap is a canyon, the bridge is a lie, As the rich reach the stars and the poor wonder why. The Republic is fading, the crown is in place, And the lines of the struggle are etched on each face.
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