DescriptionI am a retired writer with over 25 years in the software industry. My creative works (Poetry and Short Stories) can be found in Beyond Words Literary magazine and on my blog "Bending the Needle - Truth Hurts". I've been told that I possess a gift for rhyme and storytelling, and that my poetry has a lyrical quality that lends itself to music and song. I am an excellent communicator, a music lover, and collaborative. I am proud of my progressive views. I write with a humanist slant and liberal perspective. I've used the AI music platform Suno.com to "test" whether my poetry translates musically, and I was pleased with the result—but I'd rather work with human artists! I want to collaborate with musicians and songwriters seeking a lyricist. Verse Chorus is my first venture into the musical artist collaboration space, so I'm a little nervous. My musical tastes are broad and include the Beatles, Bob Dylan, Tom Petty, Nirvana, 10.000 Maniacs, Eminem, Neil Diamond, and Paul Simon. I hail from Warren, Rhode Island.

Use of AII write my own lyrics, without assistance from AI. I've used Suno (AI Music Generator) to "test" how my lyrics sound across different genres of music. Even though I am generally pleased with the music composition from Suno, I'd like to replace Suno by collaborating with actual musicians, songwriters, and composers

Lyrics

Genres: Hip-hop, Indie, Rap, Folk

On a daredevil’s mission 
to gather us all
to shake us, and wake us
to answer the call
The pressure’s been building
at a pace that is steady
our ship has been drifting
now the people are ready

"This is the ballad
of new Bobby and Joan
Fender guitar-lords
with truth microphones"

New Bobby and Joan
are taking the stage
with fine-tuned stringed weapons
and words dipped in rage
Bob nods at the drummer
to get the show started
he counts the band in
to the dark and uncharted
They follow Bob’s leed
tag along for the ride
Joanie plays rhythm off to the side:

"This is the ballad
of new Bobby and Joan
Fender guitar-lords
with truth microphones"

"Gather your courage
for a darkness awaits you
take aim at the hate
and the man who berates you
beware of cracked shadows
and words made of hay
of crowned jokers with pokers 
who demand that you pray
The pols and preachers
can’t show you the way
their pockets are lined
by the players that pay"

"This is the ballad
of new Bobby and Joan
Fender guitar-lords
with truth microphones"

The crowd gives applause
and they nod in approval
they know what they need
it’s not change, but removal
Bob sets the tone
with a sneer and a growl
stalking the stage
like a tank on the prowl
Joanie steps forward
and smiles at Bobby
she’s not just his muse
and she’s more than a hobby

Bobby sees Joanie step up to the mic
she covers terrain, like a train on a spike

"This is the ballad
of new Bobby and Joan
Fender guitar-lords
with truth microphones"

“We’re zip-tied and tongue tied
by Silicon Valley
Kidnapped by agents 
who crouch in the alley
we live in a land
that is free of the brave
led by a felon
both cruel and depraved 
The dream we living
turns silkweed to ashes
torched by the rich
and the market that crashes
Elon and Donny
are having a spat
while democracy dies 
in a GPT chat"

"This is the ballad
of new Bobby and Joan
Fender guitar-lords
with truth microphones"

Bobby steps forward
his guitar is smoking
there’s blood on the frets
of the Fender he's choking
Joanie steps back
away from the light
Bobby’s a star 
that eclipses the night
“The system ain’t broken
it works as intended
in the times we’re living
the truth isn’t rendered
when God taints your money
the peril is real
there’s no milk and honey
just poisonous zeal
where the rich just get richer
the poor get to bleed
just to get stitched up 
and ground into seed

"This is the ballad
of new Bobby and Joan
Fender guitar-lords
with truth microphones"

Joanie steps forward
and together they sing 
the sad but true story
of men kissing the ring
"They tip toe through crypto
and heap praise on their king
in the land of bent knees
and the home of the bling
They take jets from Qatar
and cut aid to the poor
plan missions to Mars
and sell weapons for war
I don't know about you,
but I can't take anymore
It's time to take names
and kick down the door

The last chord rings out 
the cheers earn them their wage
they turn away from the mic
and they walk off the stage

"This is the ballad
of new Bobby and Joan
Fender guitar-lords
with truth microphones"