
My Hands Can't Play
Uk art pop in the style of radiohead/afro grunge, unique male baritone vocal. soft rhythm atmospheric textures. Minimal percussion, Temp is moderate, in a minor key Am, gentle reverb, alternative rock, melodic chorus

My Hands Can't Play
Uk art pop in the style of radiohead/afro grunge, unique male baritone vocal. soft rhythm atmospheric textures. Minimal percussion, Temp is moderate, in a minor key Am, gentle reverb, alternative rock, melodic chorus
Lyrics
Lyrics: DMc
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I try to press the keys
but the notes just slip away.
The piano stares me down
it knows that I can’t play.
Everyone around me shine's
their fingers dance over keys
stuck in this empty silence,
my feet willing me
to leave.
The rhythm in my finger's
cry out to be heard
but my hands lie still
until .....you...A.I
became my sound bringer
my voice singer.
A.I, sing for me
A.I. play for me
you turned my heartbreak
into melodies.
If my hands can't play
I'll make my music
anyway.
I was hopeless,
couldn't play instruments
like others did
I let A.I. in,
left the keys behind
on music skid.
I’m building my world of sound
and placed my faith in
technology
don't need to play the key's
as long as A.I stays
around.
I feel the rhythm in my chest,
I let the wires do the rest.
I feel the rhythm in my bones
create some music on my phone.
A.I. sing for me,
A.I. play for me
you turned my heartbreak
into melodies.
If my hands won’t play,
I'll make my sounds
anyway.
Let the pulse inside me amplify
A.I lets me fly, fly, fly
let the pulse inside me amplify
A.I. lets me fly, fly, fly.
A.I. sing for me,
A.I. brought to me
a hobby forming melodies
if my hands can't play,
I'll still make music anyway
I'll still, make music anyway.
