AI 音乐生成器：用文字生成歌曲

The basement light is buzzing like a hornet in a jar

I’m thumbing down the E-string on this dusty old guitar

You’re sitting on the amp with your knees pulled to your chest

Scribbling out the verses, putting melody to rest

The coffee’s gone to silver and the radiator sighs

I see the static flicker in the corner of your eyes

We’ve been circling the cadence for an hour or maybe ten

Looking for the spark to make the motor turn again

Then you tap your knuckles on the yellow hollow-wood

And suddenly the silence sounds the way it always should

Just a one, two, and the world starts spinning round

We’re building up a rhythm out of fragments that we found

From the flicker of a match to the crashing of a wave

It’s the only kind of magic that we’re brave enough to save

Give me one, two, let the heavy lifting go

We’re dancing on the wire in the kitchen afterglow

We took the beat outside where the pavement meets the grass

Watching all the commuters through the dirty window glass

You hummed a little harmony against the traffic drone

A secret frequency that only we have ever known

We shared a pack of gum and a map we couldn't read

Planting syncopation like a dandelion seed

We’ve been circling the city for an hour or maybe ten

Waiting for the spark to make the motor turn again

Then you tap your heels against the metal of the floor

And I don't feel like walking through the shadows anymore

Just a one, two, and the world starts spinning round

We’re building up a rhythm out of fragments that we found

From the rattle of the train to the humming of the wire

We’re catching every spark until the city is on fire

Give me one, two, let the heavy lifting go

We’re dancing on the wire in the kitchen afterglow

Sometimes the music stops and the room goes cold and gray

We stumble out of time in the middle of the day

But even when the speakers blow and every string is dead

I can hear the clicking of the clockwork in your head

It’s the steady little engine keeping everything on track

Once we start the count, there is no turning back

Just a one, two, and the world starts spinning round

We finally found the anthem in the middle of the sound

From the whisper of the wind to the shouting in the street

Every single heart is just a drum looking for a beat

Give me one, two, let the heavy lifting go

We’re dancing on the wire in the kitchen afterglow