Suno Ai Music Creation
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They came across Easter Morning
I’ve dabbled in music creation apps over the years, and have written posts here and on Facebook about the state of the world but never combined the two. Here’s Ai helping be put words to music on the compassionate side of the global ‘boat people’ issue we are dealing with, or not;
Here is 'They came across Easter morning’ a massive rework of Easter Aliens my instrumental from 2005; reworked for current times.
- Landing where the gulls all scream.
- We were holding Sunday papers.
- They were holding bigger dreams.
Created using Suno Ai from my prompts with heavily edited and extended lyrics.
They came across Easter morning
Over the grey-green sea
They landed by the jetty with the peeling paint
Crowded rubber, rusty harbours,
People wrapped in silver blankets on the shoreline
“How do you choose who gets to enter?
Who gets turned around at dawnlight?”
I said
“We stamp papers
We make phone calls”
Easter aliens
Landing where the gulls all scream
We were holding Sunday papers
They were holding bigger dreams
Easter aliens
Hovering above our fear
All this talk of psalms and saviours
And they just want you to hear
We heard their broken English
Hot tea in paper cups
They pointed at the shoreline
At rubber boats washed up
You asked about their journey
They paused
Then shook their heads
“We came to see your borders”
You drew them in your heads
Easter aliens
Landing where the gulls all scream
We were holding Sunday papers
They were holding bigger dreams
Easter aliens
Hovering above our fear
All this talk of wealth and riches
And they just want to stay here
They showed us our own reflection
Tiny boats like bits of pollen
Blown between the wars and waiting weather
They asked
“If your child was drowning
Would you argue over language?”
You cried then
I started shaking
All our answers felt like damaged letters
They traced a tiny planet
Spinning on your face
“From here you look so fragile
From there
we call it mean”
Then someone started praying
Someone checked their phone
They rose up through the seagulls
Left us on our own
Easter aliens
Landing where the gulls all scream
We were holding Sunday papers
They were holding bigger dreams
Easter aliens
Drifting back into the queue
Not a single shot was fired
Just a question—what if that was you?
They came one Easter morning
Left as quietly as rain
Boats still scrape the harbor
Headlines stay the same
But sometimes
Late and sleepless
When the sky looks almost blue
I see a distant glimmer
And wonder what they look like
So do you…