Black Hole
The gravitational pull of our devices
This song was my first real attempt at iterating with AI on lyrics. It reminds us how our devices and smartphones often hold us more than we hold them.
I called it “Black Hole” to convey the sheer mass of that pull. The song reflects on the endless stream of mostly meaningless distractions we surrender to. It flips between and weaves in glimpses of my tween girls’ worlds and amusements.
Generative AI is imperfect. It drops or mispronounces words. This song still has a few subtle kinks needing worked out.
Lyrics
I wake to morning light and Jimin’s high-pitched tone,
Replay his FACE solo where he “forgot how to have fun” alone.
I learn bug calls, bunny hops, and critter names at night,
Then Queso makes me laugh till I lose track of time online.
I’m swirling in mukbang streams with Angela Cat’s charade,
Watching Talking Angela as she sips soda drenched in shade.
Cutecore bakes hearts from dough, pastel frosting on display,
I know her unicorn whisk counts—how she melts my world away.
I tell myself, “Just one more clip,”
But hours vanish, slip by quick.
The world is close, but out of reach,
I sink below, no voice, no beach…
It’s a black hole in my hand,
Pulls me in like shifting sand,
Screens so bright, I lose the day,
Floating further, drift away.
Every ping’s a gravity call,
And I can’t feel the world at all,
Just me and the scroll, no control,
Spinning fast inside the black hole.
I hit the beat when Heeseung lifts his crimson mic with flair,
Repeat Ni‑Ki’s ambidextrous moves like dancing on the air.
I scroll through rabbit cams, then LOL Podcast takes its toll,
Ryan’s antics echo loud—my thumbs won’t free my soul.
Wrapped in cutecore galaxies where sweets and colors blend,
I watch the rolling crepe parade and wish it wouldn’t end.
Angela in a cupcake challenge, hidden smiles she’d own,
I pause on kawaii shapes, keep baking until I’m grown.
I tell myself, “Just one more clip,”
But hours vanish, slip by quick.
The world is close, but out of reach,
I sink below, no voice, no beach…
It’s a black hole in my hand,
Pulls me in like shifting sand,
Screens so bright, I lose the day,
Floating further, drift away.
Every ping’s a gravity call,
And I can’t feel the world at all,
Just me and the scroll, no control,
Spinning fast inside the black hole.
Click credits, buy the glow—Roblox coins inside the scroll,
We chase new skins like meteors, lose hours just to feel whole.
Orbiting that tokens’ pull we know too well,
Another soul lost in time, with no way back from the drag.
It’s a black hole in my hand,
Pulls me in like shifting sand,
Screens so bright, I lose the day,
Floating further, drift away.
Every ping’s a gravity call,
And I can’t feel the world at all,
Just me and the scroll, no control,
Spinning fast inside the black hole.