A song about the legends in heaven that are not with us anymore, like Kurt, Chester, David, Freddie, Whitney.....
Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
Late night in the studio, the mixer’s light is low,
Fingers on the faders, chasing where the echoes go.
A glow cuts through the darkness, soft yet shining bright,
An angel with a guitar steps into the night.
[Verse 2]
She strums a chord so golden, fills the room with grace,
Whispers of the legends in a distant, timeless place.
Kurt’s still with his guitar, playing chords of pain,
Prince’s rhythms groove on, dancing through the rain.
[Chorus]
Oh, angel, play that song,
Tell me where the legends have gone.
In the heavens, they still sing,
In the stars, their echoes ring.
[Bridge]
And though they left this world behind, their music never fades,
In every note and every line, their spirit still parades.
[Verse 3]
Chester’s voice still soars high, cutting through the night,
Gary bends those strings so sweet, a blaze of purest light.
They gather there beyond the clouds, a jam that never ends,
A symphony of rebel souls, where broken hearts can mend.
[Verse 4]
The angel tells of others, of Hendrix and his flame,
Of Janis with her whiskey voice, all singing just the same.
They’re up there in the sky, where the music’s always on,
A never-ending concert, from dusk until the dawn.
[Chorus]
Oh, angel, play that song,
Tell me where the legends have gone.
In the heavens, they still sing,
In the stars, their echoes ring.
[Verse 5]
Freddie sings with passion, David with his style,
Whitney’s voice still echoes, making heaven smile.
They’re all up there together, a choir of the stars,
Sending down their music from where the legends are.
[Verse 6]
As the angel fades to shadow, her melody remains,
In the heart of every soundboard, in the strum of every strain.
They live on in every rhythm, in every song we hear,
The legends of the afterlife, forever standing near.
[ Bridge]
And though they left this world behind, their music never fades,
In every note and every line, their spirit still parades.
[ Outro]
As the angel disappears, her melody still plays,
In the soul of every chord, in the music of our days.
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Disclaimer:
I am not a professional musician, nor do I seek to undermine the creativity or livelihood of any artist through the creation of AI-generated music. The music I produce with AI tools is a form of experimentation and expression, and I do not claim it to replace or compete with traditional artistry. Instead, it may serve as a source of inspiration for artists and musicians. My intent is to explore the potential of AI in music, while respecting the creativity of human musicians.
3 окт 2024
