No.11475[Last 50 Posts]
With this one, you can make actual songs.
Hearing right now to the international as an anime opening.
https://www.suno.ai/ No.11476
The gold fish song was funny
No.11477
Did they at least pay you for advertising it?
No.11478
>have to sign up to view new songs
Love it when sites lock basic functionality behind stupid bullshit.
No.11479
Hooray, more AI slop perverting our relationship to art. I love it when everything is just ContentTM determined by an algorithm.
No.11480
>>11478How else are they going to make money from this?
No.11481
>>11480The same way anybody else makes money form songs?
No.11482
I aint making an account for this, but if anyone does, please make a heavy metal song sang by a Hazbin Hotel characters.
Second request, power metal song about Pol Pot.
No.11484
>>11483Give me your imput and I shall do it.
No.11485
>>11484>>I aint making an account for this, but if anyone does, please make a heavy metal song sang by a Hazbin Hotel characters.Second request, power metal song about Pol Pot.
This
No.11486
>>11484Song in the style of Schnittke about Mao.
No.11487
Wonder what the most computationally taxing input would be for this?
No.11489
this is a literal piece of shit, everything it makes sounds like a bunch of default midi instruments playing the most obvious chord progressions placed atop automatically generated vocals. in fact, i'm pretty sure that's what this is, it just chooses a progression which it gets from a library of sample scores probably from some kmeans and a separate process slaps the vocals on top, so the result is coherent, everything sounds mostly the same. what's the point of all these AIs if all they can is cookie cutter shit. genAI was more interesting when they were allucinating beer commercials were people devoured pillars of fire
No.11490
A song dedicated to Mao zedong, still not good, but i can't make more music somehow, i think i reached the limit
https://app.suno.ai/song/7aea7e8f-350d-4fb1-8c8a-fc2cd7ea179aSong about communism, i was out of ideas
https://app.suno.ai/song/70e18563-0298-4c15-93d5-9fca3a275dadTried to make one about pol pot but the AI only made "fear hunger terror the worst thing on earth genocide" lyrics so i decided not post it. This thing was kinda boring tbh, the same the other anon said
No.11492
Where is your chin?
Whimsical Ska
v3
30 de março de 2024
[Intro]
[Verse]
In a land of dreams and prideful schemes,
There stood a man, so grand he claims.
Preached of purity, and a race so divine,
But mirror, mirror, fails him every time.
"Strong and bold", his mantra for the win,
But one small question: Where is your chin?
[Chorus]
Oh, where, oh where, could that jawline be?
Lost in a sea of hypocrisy.
He searches high and he searches within,
But the quest remains: Where is your chin?
[Verse 2]
He marches forth, with a chest puffed in might,
Ideals so lofty, yet not a jaw in sight.
Claims to lead a masterful race,
But can't confront his own face-to-face.
"Superior", yet skin so thin,
Still, the echo asks: Where is your chin?
[Chorus]
Oh, where, oh where, could that jawline be?
Lost in a sea of hypocrisy.
He searches high and he searches within,
But the quest remains: Where is your chin?
[Bridge]
In the hall of mirrors, the truth is stark and clear,
A reflection grimaced, when no jaw appeared.
In the quest for perfection, he's lost his own reflection,
A shadow of a man, devoid of direction.
[Verse 3]
As the sun sets on this farcical parade,
Our hero stands, his confidence betrayed.
For all his talk of lineage and bloodline so fine,
He's just a man, whose chin refuses to shine.
In the end, it's not about the skin,
But the character within, still… Where is your chin?
[Chorus]
Oh, where, oh where, could that jawline be?
Lost in a sea of hypocrisy.
He searches high and he searches within,
But the quest remains: Where is your chin?
[Outro]
Oh, where, oh where, could that jawline be?
Lost in a sea of hypocrisy.
He searches high and he searches within,
Yet unanswered remains… Where is his chin!?
[End]
No.11493
>>11491>>11492fucking incredible
No.11494
>>11491On a side note, feel free to take the lyrics and see if you can fit them into other styles/genres, or hell, even change some of them if you can find better word combinations for some of the lines. I just tried to get something that would both rhyme and be funny when combined with the instrumentals.
No.11497
There have been several music AIs out for years now. Like Melobytes, which takes pictures as input, reads the text on it, also registers some objects, and creates some shitty beats with a robot voice. There was also another one that you can tell genres to mash up (like electronic Esperanto yodel rap), and it works from picture analysis running over diagrams of music in a database of genres, but I forgot its name. Maybe we can collect these sites in this thread (especially those that don't ask for a login).
>>11479There are algorithms inside your brain right now!
No.11498
Took me over a dozen attempts and about 5-6 hours of tinkering around with the clips and the lyrics, but here's a song about our favorite pig:
https://app.suno.ai/song/64a9e0a3-5045-47cf-9bdf-b0e0e4f61c36Lyrics:
[Intro]
[Verse]
In a shiny suit with a diamond tie,
Meet the grand hog, we call him Porky, no lie.
He’s chuckling away, under the blue sky,
But heed the tale; every high roller’s set to be pie.
[Chorus]
Porky Pie, it's no alibi,
When the tables turn, oh my, oh my.
Porky might laugh, but we can’t deny,
Every swine finds his sty in the sweet by-and-by.
[Verse 2]
Porky’s trotting, his pockets full,
Bellying up to the market bull.
But the feast is coming, and the moon is high,
Porky's unaware it's his time to die.
[Chorus]
Porky Pie, dressed up so spry,
But the oven’s preheated, by and by.
He's in for a surprise, under the pastry sky,
Fate's got a recipe, and it’s time to fry.
[Bridge]
Oh, Porky’s got plans, In his grand design,
Building houses of cards through nickel and dime.
But when the bell tolls, he knows it’s dinner time,
And now that it's his head that's on the block, he's starting to whine.
[Verse 3]
Now hear the moral, it’s quite the crux,
Every fat cat eventually runs out of luck.
For the piggy with the bucks, in the mud he’s stuck,
Porky’s the final dish, in a crust he’s tucked.
[Chorus]
Porky Pie, the end is nigh,
From a wheelin’ dealer to a luscious supply.
A toast is raised as we bid goodbye,
That’s the last hurrah for Porky’s high.
[Outro]
So, worker, tip your hat, and bid Porky goodbye,
To the dustbin of history, his legacy flies.
From feast to footnote, in the blink of an eye,
Ol' Porky’s just leftovers by the time a new dawn arrives!
No.11499
>>11498This is so fucking good wth
No.11502
>>11501I used wget
wget https://cdn1.suno.ai/64a9e0a3-5045-47cf-9bdf-b0e0e4f61c36.mp3
No.11504
years ago I wrote a parody of "modern major general" called "modern neoliberal" I intended to make a song out of it but I have no musical talent. this stupid AI enabled me to make it finally. I am only capable of writing clever lyrics by myself because I am a literary cretin. however I ran out of "credits" and the song didn't finish so I have to wait until tomorrow for the credits to renew. here are the lyrics which I wrote some time around 2018:
I am the very model of a modern neoliberal,
I've graphs and figures federal, peripheral, imperial,
I deepthroat dead economists and quote the their works, uncritical,
From Friedrich H. to Milton F., in sequences nonsensical;
My mind is quite untarnished by those marxists most dogmatical,
I disregard the anarchist, the communist, the radical,
they're redder sorts of fascist, if you haven't heard the news…
They'll take the tie around your neck to turn into a noose!
I'm very good at shorting stocks and killing off class-consciousness,
I privatize, deregulate with most obnoxious pompousness;
In short, in matters cynical, conjectural, ephemeral,
I am the very model of a modern neoliberal.
I know our mythic history, both Thatcherite and Reaganite!
I'm civic in my sophistry, I wield statistics in a fight!
I'm enterprising with my digits, watch them growing, cancerous!
I emphasize the GDP. The Socialists can't answer us!
I floss and do the coffin dance with solipsistic revelry!
I profit from apocalypses by my clever devilry!
I play financial instruments, for music is too volatile.
My earnings are substantial but you dwell in hovels all-the-while.
I target brutal thugs for coup d'états with harnessed force,
installing brutal thugs with better taste for market ports!
In short, in matters credible, testable, empirical,
I am the very model of a modern neoliberal:
I tip my trilby skeptically but go to church for social points;
I threw my dealer in a cell but still I'll sometimes smoke some joints;
I gentrify the ground I stride wherever I am traveling!
A rising tide will lift all boats! See poverty unraveling?
And should you wonder why your boat might have a leaky hull,
just pay me to consult you on the nature of a hole!
Someone told me progress has been made in Cuba now.
But I prefer Bermuda and Aruba anyhow!
I'll pump-and-dump a plump sum without feeling any guilt!
I'll jump on boards of companies, not knowing what they built!
I'll bring a global order to this planet in a century,
of which I'll be the paragon, epitome, exemplary!
And in events electoral, be they gestural or literal,
I am the very model of a modern neoliberal.
No.11505
>>11504(I think I edited the lyrics around 2020 judging by the dumb "coffin dance" reference)
No.11506
>>11504>the theirgod dammit
No.11508
(wrote these lyrics years ago, generated the song tonight)
in a way I'm glad because I probably would have just died holding onto these lyrics without doing anything with them. but another part of me is bitter that creativity has come to this.
Is it data loss if you catalog it?
They stash their cash in far-off tropics,
pass on costs but pocket profits,
bomb some block but offer logic,
do a TED Talk, give to Moffitt,
burn a cross then run for office!
Auction off each drop of conscience,
fingertips beneath the faucet,
rinse the filth off, non-symbolic
wash those hands, and all's forgotten.
Watching how they make the sausage:
Wonka Chocolate: Caution! Caustic!
Rich and posh from crib to hospice,
rippin' off the lids of coffins,
robbin' Earth with fancy faucets,
Bernie Madoffs made of optics.
Rupert Murdoch Davy Crocketts.
Chew their noodles, use their chopsticks,
glue their chapstick to your soft lips,
Yankee doodle, do the dropkicks,
on them tankies, do it often,
Use your noodle, choose the topics,
Do the logic, philosophic.
Ask yourself what forces cause it.
Draw the crosses, gothic, coptic.
Offer blood at night to Moloch,
all for money, might, and knowledge!
Bidet spits and hits your bollocks,
quick with drips which shrivel balls up,
a ticklin' spritz emits, a dollop,
licks the pits betwixt the polyps,
tricklin' shit like Jackson Pollock,
drops plop down and pack a wallop.
Shit flicks down quick, economic,
kamikaze gastronomic,
sticks to victims, tragicomic;
Chips is stacked like that, colonic.
That's the way it is, laconic.
Well-off flatulence is toxic!
Bourgeois opulence is noxious!
Snotty, coughin', limp proboscis,
mucus drippin', pupils poppin',
Blue chip options, cruise ship rockin'
noggin' throbbin', Music droppin',
Loose and lucid, groovin', bobbin'
Cupid shootin' stupid toxins
Fruit has fallen, spoiled rotten,
Pollen droppin', seeds begotten.
Let's not gossip, get off topic,
get those bones back in that closet.
Pocket one, though, maybe toss it.
Tax returns can't keep 'em honest!
Spoon-fed execs, plump and pompous;
Feckless honchos, haunches jaundiced,
cosseted as fathers saw fit!
Painless province, pillars osseous,
marble statues of the sophists,
polished desks and carpets spotless,
alabaster arches, soffits.
Albatrossin', golf so often,
Wall Street Ballin', swollen wallet,
walrus mustache, never modest,
costly watches, cocktail sauces.
Let's sack the offices of bosses!
Stack their knick-knacks tall as rockets!
Golden lockets, sculptures, goblets,
flawless objects, lavish, solid.
Pack their parkin' lots with prophets:
Babblin' when the workers clock-in;
Rabble-rousin' ruckus, lawless!
(there's another few verses but I ran out of credits)
No.11509
I found this in the Youtube comment section while looking up tutorials on how to have more fine control over the generation, so take it with a grain of salt:
"Some tips I have picked up while messing around with the AI model. In the text prompt box, describe the essence of the song you want Suno to generate. So include -
Genre (pop, hip hop, ambient, etc.)
Overall mood/feeling (uplifting, scary, raw, filtered, happy, sad etc)
Tempo/pace (express as bpm, so anything from 40 bpm to 180 bpm seems to work but from testing I'd stay in the 70 - 140 range)
Instruments (specify what you want to include, I have not been able to exclude. e.g. Drums, Bass, Piano, Strings would include in varying degrees all of the instruments but may also add others as well)
Song theme and topics (Literally e.g. a song about jack running up a hill to fetch a pail of water but falling down the hill and injuring himself, on a rainy day in London)
Length (define a duration from 5 secs to 10 minutes (1 minute) on free package but they can be stitched to make complete duration)
Time Signature (choose a time signature like 4/4 or 6/8)
Key (pick a musical key like A Minor or C Major)
Additionally in the lyrics box, try things like -
[start]
[Intro]
[Verse]
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[Pre-chorus]
(record scratching) *if you put (la-la-la-la) here it will be performed by backing singer(s) or (bird song) you'll get just that.
[Drum Solo]
[Guitar Solo]
[Intense Guitar Outro]
[solo vocal, outro]
[Outro]
[Fade Out]
[End]"
No.11512
Btw, /pol/ is already flooding this. Make some good and funny propanda songs before it gets neutered.
No.11514
>>11512Also save everything
No.11515
>>11489>what's the point of all these AIs if all they can is cookie cutter shit.your criticisms will be internalized and overcome in a matter of two years
No.11516
>>11475>proprietaryEvery fucking time.
No.11519
>>11518be the activity you want to see
No.11520
>>11495god damn that first one is fucking hilarious
No.11522
>>11491wheres the mp3 for this
No.11524
Can someone do the Alunya-Grace rap battle?
No.11525
>>11524If you or someone else writes the lyrics I can generate and assemble the clips into a full song.
No.11527
>>11526Do you have the Grace part? I remember it having an amusing bit about Lassalle.
No.11528
>>11527yeah something about "exodus uyghur physique", i can't find the post unfortunately
No.11530
>>11529Princess Grace is so racist, face it
Rapin' Haitian slaves in her basement, Ghislaine shit
She saw her pedigree then got a facelift, she's basic
My hammer sickle wavin', let's go apeshit
You think you Daenerys Targaryen? You just an heiress tard aryan!
I'm the communard of Paris and you'd better start parryin'.
Cuz it's scary when I'm carryin'
I'll molotov your carriage then
I'll starve you till you're very thin
and shoot you dead as carrion
Roman-offed like Anastasia
1917 Eurasia
Give a princess euthanasia
name is Grace but I disgrace ya
Hoe, you look just like a Hapsburg
like I skeeted on a fat turd
workers see you and make laughter
and then hang you from the rafter
your dynasty's getting bucked
your highness hiney getting fucked
your untergang was so abrupt
because your rule was so corrupt
divine right to rule?
you're a fine sight you fool!
smite your shrines with my tool
spite your rhymes with my cool
so we used to cunnilingus
now we spar like cunning linguists
'cept you're not and I'm a genius
and your rhymes smell like a penis
damn I miss those good old days
when I thought you could be saved
when you had me in a daze
and I held you in my gaze…
shit… the fuck did I just say?
I mean really, you're my prey
putting on my red beret
and then racking my AK
No.11531
i'm gonna go through my old lyrics notebook and fuck with this thing. i'm in my 30s now. i was never going to form a band anyway. I might as well see if the shit I wrote makes some people happy on a tiny forum. It's better than me being buried with it
No.11537
In capital's realm, where profits sway,
There's a force that pulls them down each day.
A tendency we can't evade,
A contradiction firmly laid.
The rate of profit tends to decline,
As contradictions weave their design.
From surplus squeeze, capital flees,
as outlined by these tendencies.
The profit squeeze, it tightens the hold,
just as Karl Marx foretold.
Machinery grows, then labor shrinks,
as surplus swims before it sinks.
Organic composition, ever in sway,
Constant to variable, in its play.
Technology rises, then labor fades,
and profit rates become afraid.
Surplus value, the heart's endless quest,
But its extraction can't always be pressed.
Labor's intensity has its ceiling above,
As profit margins slowly lose their love.
In crises deep, the system shakes,
and then its' strained foundation breaks.
with flames of contradictions fanned,
the script is flipped by workers' hands.
In crises deep, the system shakes,
and then its' strained foundation breaks.
with flames of contradictions fanned,
the script is flipped by workers' hands.
In crises deep, the system shakes,
and then its' strained foundation breaks.
with flames of contradictions fanned,
the script is flipped by workers' hands.
No.11538
>>11533Why do we have
>>>/siberia_archive/ if important shit like that is not even archived?
No.11549
I'm requesting a song about submarine porky for the first year anniversary.
With references to the /leftypol/ thread. Thank you.
>>>/leftypol_archive/571441 No.11550
>>11549I threw together some lyrics but the servers are currently being swamped by paypigsfive little porkies in a brittle submarine
off to visit wreckage with some issues unforeseen!
A logitech controller is enough for this machine!
It's boilerplate! It's basic! It's routine!
"We've been to the bottom boys, plenty times before!
Lawless waters tween the nations! Safety is a bore!
Rules and regulations are suggestions, not a chore!
Lawyerspeak's enough to make me snore!"
five little lolberts piled into a tin can!
Off to visit Atlantis meets Ancapistan!
Old man titanic utters prescient prophecy!
"They said I wouldn't sink! What a tragicomedy!"
An hour forty five and they lost communication!
The bourgeois press bemoaned them and their sticky situation!
The porkies of the world united with a rally cry!
Someone save these porkies please! We aren't supposed to die!
30 milliseconds is what it took all in all,
to turn the submarine into a tiny metal ball,
heated to the level of the surface of the sun!
I think that this ham soup might be overdone!
No.11575
>>11504I like the lyrics a lot
No.11577
>>11570>>11550>>11551ok this is pretty good
>>11572do it like the different tendencies are Hogwarts houses lol
No.11579
>>11578>sterilizing rapone more reason to hate AI
No.11580
>>11578Its OK thanks for trying!
No.11581
>>11580>>11579Nvm I did finally get it to work, but some parts had to be edited to be more tame so the lyrics wouldn't get flagged and I did some edits of my own as well, hope that's not a problem.
I couldn't decide which version to pick for the ending so I just made full versions of both of them.
Here's Alunya's portion of the song for now along with the MP3s:
https://app.suno.ai/song/139b9387-8e5e-4362-938a-2e5aedbe663b/https://app.suno.ai/song/139b9387-8e5e-4362-938a-2e5aedbe663b/ No.11583
>Going from actually funny songs and political satire to this forced meme board-tan Grace crap
Well, it was fun while it lasted.
No.11595
>>11593I wrote a sea shanty about a miserable office job years ago:i'm the anon who keeps contributing lyrics from ancient text filesOFFICE SHANTY
lay your lazy eyes upon the window in the monitor
don't you let them wander yonder, pay your labor mind
lay your lazy eyes upon the window in the monitor
get a gaze, a glimpse, you wimps, don't let yer eyes go limp
lay your lazy eyes upon the window in the monitor
it pays to pay attention, maybe pension and a raise
lay your lazy eyes upon the window in the monitor
You lazy pawns were dazed and yawnin', now you're all behind.
It's awful in this office and I wish that I was washed away
pay me to be lazy with me lads along the ocean bay
It's awful in this office and I wish that I were in the woods
hauling logs and hunting hogs and foraging all sorts of goods
It's awful in this office and I wish that I were born again
back before we scraped the skies and gentrified the continets
set your brain upon the task was asked of you by managers
manage all your tasks and act just as you were designed
set your brain upon the task was asked of you by managers
make the marks on calendar and do what you're assigned
set your brain upon the task was asked of you by managers
strain to do what's asked of you and bask in all your pain
set your brain upon the task was asked of you by managers
chain yourself up to some desk and deign to feign you're sane
It's awful in this office and I wish that I was washed away
pay me to be lazy with me lads along the ocean bay
It's awful in this office and I wish that I were in the woods
hauling logs and hunting hogs and foraging all sorts of goods
It's awful in this office and I wish that I were born again
back before we scraped the skies and gentrified the continets
lay your lazy eyes upon the window in the monitor
please don't let them peer at peers, distractions all declined
lay your lazy eyes upon the window in the monitor
focus on the hocus-pocus, focus on the grind
lay your lazy eyes upon the window in the monitor
get vexed with the complexities in hopes that they unwind
lay your lazy eyes upon the window in the monitor
act upon the time you've got, let methods be refined
It's awful in this office and I wish that I was washed away
pay me to be lazy with me lads along the ocean bay
It's awful in this office and I wish that I were in the woods
hauling logs and hunting hogs and foraging all sorts of goods
It's awful in this office and I wish that I were born again
back before we scraped the skies and gentrified the continets
set your brain upon the task was asked of you by managers
hustle, bustle, struggle 'til your muscles have declined
set your brain upon the task was asked of you by managers
man, you're aging every day, so manage your decay
set your brain upon the task was asked of you by managers
shape your plans and scan your papers, make sure they're all signed
set your brain upon the task was asked of you by managers
scrape yourself up off the floor, get up off your behind
No.11609
>>11595Do you write these just for fun? It's so cool, I wish I could work with language this well.
No.11621
>>11609yeah I spent years writing stuff for fun. Admittedly I would use a thesaurus or rhyming dictionary every now and then if I couldn't come up with something good but it was still hand crafted.
No.11623
>>11595I keep trying to do this one and it keeps fucking up after the second verse/chorus. The AI seems to want to repeat the hocus-pocus line over and over again without moving on. Part of me thinks this is built into the model to get me to spend more credits. It always repeats the same line exactly enough times to avoid finishing the song before time runs out. Very cringe and annoying.
No.11634
Almost two weeks after Suno V3 released and there's already a competitor that allows for more free generations, has better quality and fine-control for the output albeit while being optimized for making clips that are around 30 seconds in length rather than 1-2 minutes.
https://www.udio.com/ No.11684
>>11515no it won't, it will just produce an endless stream of tiktok accounts musicalizing shit memes
No.11786
>>11785shit memes to clog up the search results so you can't find the good stuff
No.11812
>>11665it's hot. we need more communist R&B
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