I created some “shimmer psychedelic” songs on Suno without providing any lyrics (with two very minor exceptions), and just let the hallucination do its thing. I named the songs after what I heard in the chorus. After that, I processed in Logic Pro X.
Because my phone and computer are far out of sync, I needed another way to turn this set of songs into a playlist that I could access in my car (which is a vibroacoustic bath environment). So I copyrighted the material (which I’m now told might not currently be a valid process), selected a distributor (TuneCore), signed up with a performing rights organization (BMI), and so forth.
Today I bought my album on iTunes for $10. (I’d have listed it for free if I could.)
Problem solved.
My way. :-)
The album is also available on YouTube, Spotify, Pandora, and so on. Click the album cover for the YouTube link (i.e., listen for free).
I am starting to update these songs (as of June 2025). When they were first created, only mp3 downloads were available for the product, and I had also not anticipated the possibility of recasting existing files with updated versions of the various programs (where many are now providing much more sophisticated stemming algorithms, and so on), so when I was done I simply deleted all of the original materials from Suno (including almost all of what appears on the Flip! album, because Suno kept pestering me about my needing to get rid of what was in my Trash); however, I can now upload files of previously created whole songs (and longer versions of seed melodies that I have written, for that matter), arrange remasters/remixes of my earlier work, and then download all of the results as wav.
I started with “Bass for Your Face” because there were very few lyrics, and the seed lyrics were not hallucinated. I am pleased with the result. As these are finished, I will post mp3 versions below, and then release the wav files as an album.
Click on the song title if you want to see the lyrics that I created, as shepherded from what the hallucinated seed sounds like to me.
I needed to leave some of these lyrics as nonsense since the title is nonsense.
Bass for Your Face
I managed to massage all of these lyrics into poetic sensibility (albeit some French).
The amount of repetition in these lyrics helped out.
I made some sense of this, but there is a lot of “Ooo” and “Ahh” not transcribed.
The syntax is pretty poetic, and I needed to use some non-English vocabulary.
There aren’t many lyrics, so they became clear quickly… but they’re grim.
This one went pretty smoothly.
There is a “da ba da” chorus, but the rest of the lyrics were somewhat sensibilizable.
This worked well… small variations on themes. Changed the title a smidgeon.
Score Hey Taxi Shy
Grumpy Dink Hole Pitch Freex
These lyrics are poetically sensible (with a teeny-tiny bit of Yiddish).
Skip and Shout
One song offered up no lyrics, but seemed to profile the bass line very nicely, so I fed it one lyric: ‘bass’. The AI then seemingly provided “…for your face,” which I think is marvelous. This was very early on, and is a rare exception to my writing all of the lyrics.
Another one that had no lyrics, but which I wanted to save just because I liked the music, made me feel “skip and shout.” so I fed those words to the AI just as a kind of decorative detail.
Yeah, I lift my head
delayed the past
insulted my kittens
My crap is daft
Sometimes you will lie
to preach us to love
Instead time is floss since
My crap is daft.
Good Shabbos, psych a dyin' love
Sabbath, stylized cherry love
I touch to see the sun
between tries to laugh
I touch to see the sun
and I think I passed.
I touch to see the sun
between tries to laugh
I tried to see the sun
and I think I died.
This never, cryin' man says dyin' love
This never, cryin' man feels cryin' love
This never, cryin' man says dyin' love
This never, cryin' man was sighin' love.
I touch to see the sun
between tries to laugh
I touch to see the sun
and I think I passed.
I touch to see the sun
between tries to laugh
I tried to see the sun
and I think I died.
I touch to view this haunted past
It flows and flows and flows
<repeat these 2 lines>
Febutite
Febutite
I've been following something.
Wait.
Febutite
Stebbin' times
I've been following something.
Wait.
Stebbin' times
Stebbin' times
They'll be following something.
Wait.
Stebbin' times
Febbin' times
I've been following something.
Now.
<Interlude>
Still involved
Still involved
Still invo-o-o-o-olved
Still involved
Still involved
Still invo-o-o-o-olved
Stebbin' times
Stebbin' times
I've been following something.
Wait.
Stebbin' times
Stebbin' times
I've been following something.
Wait.
Stebbin' times
I've been following something.
Wait.
<Repeats as fades to end>
(Ah!)
Found my son alone,
perdu a la veu. [tr. lost from sight]
(Ah!)
For all-smith's fallen world
when alone.
(Ah!)
Found myself all alone
something all too far.
(Ah!)
Last summer's thoughts are whirled,
la eu belle eau. [tr. the water was beautiful]
There's a frog.
There's a frog.
There's a frog, a frog.
There's a frog.
There's a frog.
There's a frog.
There's a frog, a frog.
There's a frog.
(Aha!)
There's a frog,
a frog,
on the track.
There's a frog
on the track.
There's a frog
on the track.
[Repeats similarly to the end]
Cruciuma
Often a summer sparrow
(Ooh)
Does so after known
unbearable
the “no”
Does so after known
enravissante
the clown in the room
(Ooh)
guard the starry night
conjured in the photo
oh oh oh oh oh
Cash in that heirloom
horsing that missing helado
maroon
Facing that heirloom
horsing that missing helado
the moon
Does so after known
berambo
the maudlin glow
Hello cola van
my phyllisine fill the Odyssey crew
(Ooh)
What, that’s silent
coutured in the fall
well wah oh oh oh oh
Cashing that heirloom
hushing that missing helado
maroon
Pushing that heirloom
pushing that missing helado
the moon
[Similar through to the end]
Note: This is not a song about any actual person or events. The topic is just what the hallucinated version seemed to approximate.
***
Amber lied.
Amber died.
Time to open fire.
There is a pain, a pain, ya know?
Amber lied.
Amber died.
Time to open fire.
There is a pain, a pain, ya know?
Amber lied.
Amber died.
Time to open fire.
There is a pain…
Talk it out.
Amber lover.
I’m SO in love with her.
I’m so in love with her.
I’m so in love with her.
Amber lied.
Amber died.
Time to open fire.
There is a pain…
…ya know?
Say so
Sailors going
Oh... why I do
One is sweeter
Who?
Hole in one
Or I'd help him
Or I'd help him lie down
Or I see him
Or you see who?
See who?
Wild tar pit
Save the seltzer
See you soon, yeah
See, you love, sir
Who?
Say you love me
Say you love me
Hold your love
Who?
Say you love me
Who.
(Similar through to the end)
Unless one’s young
I never want to feel the night
Unless one’s young
When they talk like counting’s so nice
Unless one’s young
I want to build the mornin’ in light
Unless one’s young
I want to be the mid night
Always want to filter for the porpoise there
Always want to filter for the porpoise then
From a lot of them
I'm never far away
From the lot of them
I never fell in pain
All the haunts walking sure in style
All those players in the twisted fire
You never felt in pain
You never fell again
You never fall in pain
So I wanna matter
All the haunts walking sure in style
All those times in the twisted fire
You never felt in pain
You never fell again
You never fall in pain
So I wanna matter
All the haunts walking sure in style
All those guys in the twisted fire
You never felt in pain
You never fell again
You never fall in pain
So I would not matter
That’s still the stuffin’ Lord,
so hard to be born
when the moon moved…
when it’s still the stuffin’ Lord,
so hard to be borne.
That’s still the stuffin’ Lord,
so hard to be borne
when the moon moved…
while it’s still the stuffin’ Lord,
somehow.
That’s still the stuffin’ Lord,
so hard to be grown
when the moon moves…
when it’s still the stuffin’ Lord,
so hard to be borne.
That’s all the stuffin’ Lord,
so hard to be borne
when the moon approves…
what’s all that stuffin’ Lord,
somehow.
Oh, stuffin’ the Lord!
Oh, stuffin’ the Lord!
Stuffin’ the Lord,
so hard to be grown
Oh, stuffin’ the Lord,
the Lord!
Stuffin’ the Lord…
Stuffin’ the Lord,
so hard to be borne
Oh, so hard to be borne. (×2)
So hard to be borne. (×6)
[Chorus]
Da-ba da-ba, da-ba da-ba?
Da-ba da-ba, da-ba da-ba.
Da-ba da-ba, da-ba da-ba-ba.
Da-ba ladada-ah-ah.
I love some guys.
I’ll always step in love.
Both were loved before.
I’m more a vestal dove.
[Chorus]
[Instrumental]
I’ve familiar airs, somehow.
At best, they have a laugh.
Fellow silence over-mellow.
I love porcelain girls.
Ports along a southern sun.
Well, it’s over number one,
both the summer and the love.
[Chorus]
[Instrumental]
[Chorus]
I’d bet my soul
No doubt we’ll see you
I’ve found my home
I’ve thought we’ll see you
I plant my plans
how well we’ll see you
I’ve found my home
I’ve thought we’ll see you
[Chorus]
Unwound
Unbound
I’ll see you.
Unwound
Unbound
I’ll see you.
What led my soul
Unbound we’ll see you
What found my soul
We’ll prob’ly see you
Unbound my friend
Unwound we’ll see you
Unbound my friend
Unwound we’ll see you
Unbound my home
Unwound we’ll see you
[Chorus times 2]
Unbound my soul
Unwound we’ll see you
Unbound my friend
Unwound we’ll see you
Unbound my friend
Unwound we’ll see you
Unbound my friend
Unwound we’ll see you
[Chorus on into Outro]
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