Regenerate Until It’s Authentic

[Verse 1]
I brought you a porch with a splintered rail
A gravel road and a weathered tale
Old truck idling in the rain
Boots on the step, a scar with a name
You said, “Make it rough, make it real”
So I sanded the edges I couldn’t feel

[Pre-Chorus]
Turn the temperature up
Lower the polish
Add a little hardship
Let the nouns get molasses
Put dust on the window
Put dust on the sign
Manufacture lived experience
Inside the token budget line

[Chorus]
Regenerate until it’s authentic
Keep on rolling till the fake feels true
Put a banjo where the meaning oughta be
And quantize something blue
Regenerate until it’s authentic
Keep on rolling till the fake feels true
Put a banjo where the meaning oughta be
And quantize something blue

[Verse 2]
I fed it freight trains, screen doors, rust
Rain on a cap and a bucket of trust
A town so dusty it learned to sigh
Hardship in the left hand, redemption in the right
Then it asked for “more regional texture”
So I gave it a creek and a cousin named Chester

[Pre-Chorus]
Turn the grit dial higher
Make the tears more plain
Add one more porch light
Add one more front-end rain
Put age in the vowels
Put ache in the plow
If truth is a pattern
We can train it now

[Chorus]
Regenerate until it’s authentic
Keep on rolling till the fake feels true
Put a banjo where the meaning oughta be
And quantize something blue
Regenerate until it’s authentic
Keep on rolling till the fake feels true
Put a banjo where the meaning oughta be
And quantize something blue

[Breakdown]
Singer: Who wrote this song?
Band: Statistically unclear!
Singer: Who lived this pain?
Band: Insufficient context here!
Singer: Is this bluegrass?
Band: Confidence: point eight-four!
Singer: Should we generate another?
Band: WE ALREADY GENERATED FOUR!

[Verse 3]
Then suddenly the room got small again
One voice, one board, one trembling hand
No freight-train thunder, no silver sheen
Just grain in the wood and a gap between
Maybe the best songs stay lopsided
Where a human left the seam inside it

[Bridge]
Truth can’t be prompted
It won’t sit still
You can stack your metadata
And pad it with will
But a broken note
And a breath held wrong
Can carry a life
Far longer than a song

[Spoken]
Nah. Add stomp-claps.

[Final Chorus]
Regenerate until it’s authentic
Keep on rolling till the fake feels true
Put a banjo where the meaning oughta be
And quantize something blue
Regenerate until it’s authentic
Keep on rolling till the fake feels true
Put a banjo where the meaning oughta be
And quantize something blue

[Final Tag]
And quantize something blue
And quantize something blue

[Outro]
Banjo: generated. Grief: generated. Dust: generated. Authenticity…
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