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Drunk On You
This song is a prime example of what AI is capable and not capable of doing. If you throw this into an AI chatbox the immediate analysis of the song is about heartbreak and an unhealthy psychological state leading the narrator to 'walk the wire' and I quote - "The song is about voluntary intoxication as a coping strategy for absence—choosing to stay altered rather than sober enough to accept separation"...but the song is really not about separation but anticipation of the lovers return...whom they share a drinking ritual with the author online (on the wire).
AI will interpret the lyrics based on the most statistically significant probability based on , I guess, training data on heartbreak, and the words that are most associated with heartbreak or a separation, but will not infer meaning from the entire context of the song, unless prodded further.
Ergo even the music AI, will infer and deliver the lyrics based on that interpretation i.e melancholy, whereas the actual meaning is the sweet anticipation of the lovers return....
There are things AI cannot replace. I think humans will get the meaning very quickly without launching into the most common themes based on the words and themes commonly associated with those words
Intro
mmmh… ah… uh…
Verse 1
Letting the quiet in after the noise
Empty perfume bottles line the floor
Mists in my lungs, your memory like a voice
That Chanel. That Burberry. And that Dior...
Pre-Chorus
They got a strong hold, a quiet clock that stills the noise
Empty. Liquor. Bottles lined up. Beside your Dior.
Chorus
I flood my veins with mists of your perfume
Days gone by and I'm still drunk on you
Raise a glass on the wire...toast to the fire,
Yeah I'm drunk on you
Drunk on you... drunk on you...
Post Chorus
(vocal chopped) drunk. drunk. drunk ah uh
Verse 2
Five days gone, feels like a decade long
Frozen pizza slice and your favorite song
These days are torture, can't wait for the fall
When I finally see your pretty face again
Pre-Chorus
You got a strong hold, a quiet clock that stills the noise
Empty. Liquor. Bottles lined up. Beside your Dior
Chorus
I flood my veins with mists of your perfume
Days gone by and I'm still drunk on you
Raise a glass on the wire...toast to the fire,
Yeah I'm drunk on you,
Drunk on you... drunk on you...
Bridge
Few days to go, yeah I'm missing you
Pick up the phone, your face on the wall
That Chanel, Burberry. And that Dior...
Mists of you. And, I'm missing you...
Final Chorus
I flood my veins with mists of your perfume
Days gone by and I'm still drunk on you
Raise a glass on the wire...toast to the fire,
Yeah I'm drunk on you
Drunk on you... drunk on you...
Drunk on you... drunk on you...
Outro
(vocal chopped) drunk. drunk. drunk ah uh
Drunk on you...
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