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Originally Posted by thedeadofnight
That said, it's almost admirable that someone could seriously release lyrics like these
You are a cypher or fallacy
On which I torched an August field
So take bitter season, devil's roots
If you grieve forth what's left to us
To soldier on thus for crimson tide
Or tender trust
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It’s like he put a bunch of 1930 / 40’s poetry into an AI.
It doesn’t spoil the tracks for me, but like his producing, he seems to be doubling down on his “poetry”.
If someone tells Billy Corgan he isn’t good at something, you can bet your ass he’s willing to flush his talents down the toilet in pursuit of continuing to be very bad at that thing.