Well, I mean, it's not poetry, exactly.
I wouldn't make you read poetry!
I mean, not unless it rhymes.
It's okay if it rhymes, isn't it?
These are actually lyrics anyway, not poetry. With these multi-part complicated projects that take days and days to complete, sometimes a person just has to show some of the building blocks along the way. The pictures yesterday, for instance, have already largely become ai video. And those pictures as videos relate to these lyrics. So slowly it all builds up, and if you want, you can be along for the ride the whole way!
I have written two Clerkmanifestoland, or Clerkmanifesto City songs so far.
Here is the first:
In Clerkmanifestoland,
We take the strangest,
Things for granted.
In Clerkmanifestoland,
It's not the seeds,
That are planted.
(Chorus)
Through the garbage,
And the weeds,
Through the garbage,
And dark deeds,
Clerkmanifesto,
Clerkmanifesto.
In Clerkmanifestoland,
A restless spirit,
Needs some drinking,
In Clerkmanifestoland,
A drunken people,
Are all thinking.
(Chorus)
Through the garbage,
And dark deeds,
Through the garbage,
Something feeds,
Clerkmanifesto,
Clerkmanifesto.
In Clerkmanifestoland,
Without the dark,
We can't see,
In Clerkmanifestoland,
It's not our fate,
To believe.
(Chorus)
Through the garbage,
Something feeds,
Through the garbage,
It's just me,
Clerkmanifesto,
Clerkmanifesto.
(Chorus)
Through the garbage,
And dark deeds,
Through the garbage,
It's just me,
Clerkmanifesto,
Clerkmanifesto,
Clerkmanifesto.