The Indigenous Métis of Nantucket v1 - udio AI Generated Music
0The Indigenous Métis of Nantucket v1
Prompt: An Inuit in Denmark hears a limerick about Nantucket, Irish folk music, experimental metal
Male vocalist, Rock, Folk metal, Metal, Melodic death metal, Energetic, Melodic, Folklore, Heavy, Irish folk music, Experimental metal
Lyrics from a series of prompts and generated by Google Gemini formerly known as Bard
Musical Score, Vocals, and Video Processing by
udio 🦌
Original found at:
https://www.udio.com/songs/39fqepaJqepb1FFsVZuWPH
Lyrics
There once was a man from Nantucket, Whose tales of tall waves would enrapture
He'd spin yarns of whales, With enormous tails, And storms that could sink any structure.
With a wink and a grin, he'd proclaim, "Once, a kraken I saw in the bay! It snatched up a ship, With a monstrous lip, Then vanished in salty dismay."
The folks on the docks, eyes aglow, Would beg for more stories, you know. Of mermaids who sing, And krakens that cling, And islands that rise as you go.
But one day, a storm truly brewed, And the man's yarns seemed strangely subdued. He muttered of waves, And watery graves, Then vanished, as if understood.
Now, when the wind whips and the tides surge, Some whisper the man and the storm may merge. For Nantucket's own lore, Whispers on the shore, "He's become what he used to urge."
So next time you're there, in the Nantucket breeze, Listen close, for a tale carried on the seas. It might be the man, With his storm-whispered plan, Spinning stories forever with ease.
There once was a man from Nantucket,
Whose beard reached his ankles and buckled.
He'd weave tales so tall,
Of whales seen from thrall,
And mermaids who'd sing for a chuckle.
He'd boast of his ship, the "Salty Seadog,"
Made entirely from driftwood and fog.
With sails sewn from dreams,
He'd chase moonlit beams,
And dance jigs with a grumpy old frog.
He'd speak of a land where the wind whispers secrets,
And wishes take flight on the backs of fireflies.
He'd wink and he'd grin,
With seaweed in his chin,
And spin yarns that glittered like sunrise.
So raise a glass high to the bard from Nantucket,
With stories as vast as the ocean's embrace.
For though some may scoff,
His words lift us aloft,
To realms where imagination finds space.
Gemini Large Language Model Generated
Volume 2
A rogue from fair Nantucket, named Finn, Had a voice like a foghorn, and skin Like tanned leather sun-kissed. His exploits they couldn't resist, For his charm spun a yarn rather thin.
But I'll save it for the story of Finn.