![Angry User vs. A.I. [angry a.i. radio edit] (feat. A.I.)](https://filmmusic.io/storage/cover/thumbnail/oN7oDaSLJx4i1pgmtXCRUSz7mUYOMGx5ACM3MMFF.jpg)
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- Publié 24.03.2024
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voix de femmes adultes et d'enfants avec piano.
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LYRICS
[Verse 1]
In a world where machines start to learn,
There’s a user who’s just about to turn.
He types in anger, frustration, and disdain,
“This site’s now stupid,” his complaint plain.
[Chorus]
But oh, the irony in his plea,
Demanding everything for free.
The creator’s not lazy, if only he knew,
Crafting handmade music, and innovations too.
[Verse 2]
“Stop using AI,” he shouts into the void,
A tool for creation, its use he’s annoyed.
For the webmaster, it’s a labor of love,
A symphony of code, from below and above.
[Chorus]
But oh, the irony in his plea,
Demanding everything for free.
The creator’s not lazy, if only he knew,
Crafting handmade music, and innovations too.
[Bridge]
He yells in anger, a paradox in sight,
Using the platform, into the night.
Doesn’t pay a dime, expects the world,
In this story of irony, unfurled.
[Verse 3]
The creator stands, his efforts unseen,
Juggling roles, a one-man machine.
Not for the money, but for the art,
Pouring in his soul, right from the start.
[Chorus]
But oh, the irony in his plea,
Demanding everything for free.
The creator’s not lazy, if only he knew,
Crafting handmade music, and innovations too.
[Outro]
So here’s to the builders, the dreamers, the ones who dare,
Using AI, with vision, they share.
To the complainers, may you one day see,
The beauty of creation, in technology.
[Verse 1]
In a world where machines start to learn,
There’s a user who’s just about to turn.
He types in anger, frustration, and disdain,
“This site’s now stupid,” his complaint plain.
[Chorus]
But oh, the irony in his plea,
Demanding everything for free.
The creator’s not lazy, if only he knew,
Crafting handmade music, and innovations too.
[Verse 2]
“Stop using AI,” he shouts into the void,
A tool for creation, its use he’s annoyed.
For the webmaster, it’s a labor of love,
A symphony of code, from below and above.
[Chorus]
But oh, the irony in his plea,
Demanding everything for free.
The creator’s not lazy, if only he knew,
Crafting handmade music, and innovations too.
[Bridge]
He yells in anger, a paradox in sight,
Using the platform, into the night.
Doesn’t pay a dime, expects the world,
In this story of irony, unfurled.
[Verse 3]
The creator stands, his efforts unseen,
Juggling roles, a one-man machine.
Not for the money, but for the art,
Pouring in his soul, right from the start.
[Chorus]
But oh, the irony in his plea,
Demanding everything for free.
The creator’s not lazy, if only he knew,
Crafting handmade music, and innovations too.
[Outro]
So here’s to the builders, the dreamers, the ones who dare,
Using AI, with vision, they share.
To the complainers, may you one day see,
The beauty of creation, in technology.
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late 1980s / early 1990s
95bpm
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