Coming Soon Lyrics

I hit play on my favorite track,

But who's this band? Never heard of that.

They've got a million streams and a catchy tune,

But the bio just says, "Coming soon."

Scrolled the charts, what do I see?

A band named "Echo Logic 3."

No tour dates, no interviews,

Just faceless beats and algorithm blues.

Oh, Streamer, who's behind the mask?

This isn't an artist, it's an AI task.

Pushin' beats that bots create,

Real bands will starve, can't catch a break.

The lyrics are vague, but they kinda slap,

Written by a bot in a chinese app.

No drummer, no bass, no late-night jams,

Just AI projecting random holograms.

The playlist says, "Top Indie Vibes,"

But every track feels pre-designed.

Where's the sweat, the blood, the tears?

Just a server humming along I fear.

Oh, Streamer, who's behind the mask?

This isn't an artist; it's an AI task.

Pushin' beats that bots create,

Real bands will starve, can't catch a break.

It's a dystopian hit parade,

Promoting gigs that were never made.

Autotune kings in a silicon crown,

While the real stars get buried underground.

They put Beethoven in a microchip,

Made Hendrix play with a silicon pick.

The future's here, but it's missing the soul,

A machine can rock, but it sure can't roll.

The crowd sings along, not knowing the deal,

From experiences that were never real.

Hey Streamer, we can all see your game,

Pushing AI bands under made up names.

Oh, Streamer, who's behind the mask?

This isn't an artist; it's an AI task.

Pushin' beats that bots create,

Real bands will starve, can't catch a break.

So here's my song, hope it doesn't get canned,

Or I don't get sued by an AI band.

Play me real music, let the humans shine,

Or the next big hit will be written by Skynet Online!

(Oh, ouch).