The Less You Hold

So, what am I listenting to, here?

This is an artificially created song. I use Suno.com to generate music.

Who is singing?

Noone is singing. Noone is playing. The sound you hear is generated by a computer.

Who wrote the words?

That’s complicated. I asked for the idea. AI GPT gave me a raft of text. Then I re-wrote it over sevral days.

Who wrote the music?

That’s easy. Suno AI created the melody and all the music. Crazy, huh?

What is the point?

This is practice and excercise for me.

I am not a song writer. Not naturally. But hey, a fella can dream. I also need to learn AI principles, tools and skills. This helps me with all of that.

The Start

“A want” was all I had. No idea. No inspiration. Just an itch to write a song.

Also, I’m at a point in life where I must use AI every time, for all things. So, I simply asked for inspiration.

What I Got

Write a short, one page story. Suggest 7 topics of human interest with a philisophical moral to share.

See “The Weaver’s Truth” for the artificial scene I started with.

Artificial AI Lyrics

(Verse 1)
I took a map but the paper tore,
I walked a mile and couldn't find my shore.
The city lights were cold and grey,
I paid my gold for a broken day.

(Verse 2)
The old man sat by the loom and spun,
He said, "Boy, the threads were never meant for one."
You can't command the weather, you can't make the sun,
You just have to learn to weave and run.

(Verse 3)
Now I've got nothing left but a coat on my back,
A gift for giving, that is all I have.
The city's quiet, the roads are done,
I found my truth in the weaving sun.

(Bridge)
So don't hold tight to the gold you spent,
Let the seasons spin and let the threads be bent.
If you can’t hold it, if it breaks apart,
Give it to the man sitting at your heart.

How I Went

I worked it over. Over and over.

• Version 0 took a couple of altered forms.
• Version 1 was made and re-maid up to eight times.
• Version 2 was a couple iterations.
• Version 3 was the same.

I “let it cook” a day or so.

Where I Sit

Version 4 is where we are. I’m satisfied… enough. It’s ready to be abandoned a while.

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This started with a prompt to a local LLM — glm-4.7-flash — asking for a short story with a philosophical moral. The weaver’s fable is what came back.

Then came the real work: working it over. Over and over. Nearly everything changed. Even the title changed from “The More You Take” to what you see here.

I learned a good many technical lessons along the way. Like how to eliminate a clapping section — Suno just can’t help itself, sometimes.

Some lessons were deeper. I need to work on my ability to “let something go.” Too much to say about that one. I’ll spare you for now.

Imperfect. But as we say — know when you’re done.