A Song For Suno

Where will the musos go
When Suno makes the tunes
Where will the brushes go
When the artist is AI
Who will make the art
When the robot eats the artists
When the robot is a thief
Then the art is just a lie

Where will the authors go
When the program writes the novels
Who will draw cartoons
When the satire is AI
Who will make the art
When the robot eats the artists
When the robot is a thief
Then the art is just a lie

When the art is just a lie
When the art is just a lie
Who will sing songs by and by
Write the books that make you cry
Paint the most amazing sky
When the art is just a lie

When computers take to stages
In empty concert halls
And galleries are filled
With no feelings at all
How then to be human
When the art is all AI
When the art has no soul
When the art is just a lie

When the art is just a lie
When the art is just a lie
Who will sing songs by and by
Write the books that make you cry
Paint the most amazing sky
When the art is just a lie