AI Songs 5 / SVB 3

assistant> Okay, let’s do it! What song do you want to parody?

assistant> Hmm, that’s quite the challenge, but I think I’ve got an idea! Let’s parody “Livin’ on a Prayer” by Bon Jovi. Here we go:

(Verse 1)
Once upon a time, we were doin’ just fine
But then came AGI, and VCs were in line
We thought progress was good, but it happened too fast
Interest rates were too high, our fate was cast

(Chorus)
Oh, we’re halfway there
But our money’s all gone, we’re livin’ on thin air
AGI and VCs made us run, run, run
We’ll be queuing for our cash, and prayin’ it’s not done

(Verse 2)
We trusted in the tech, and we believed in the gain
But all that money we invested, just went down the drain
We’re standin’ in the bank, feeling so alone
It’s a bank run, baby, and we’re far from home

(Chorus)
Oh, we’re halfway there
But our money’s all gone, we’re livin’ on thin air
AGI and VCs made us run, run, run
We’ll be queuing for our cash, and prayin’ it’s not done

(Bridge)
We’ve got to find a way to stay, to keep our life secure
We can’t let AGI, and VC’s push us out that door

(Chorus)
Oh, we’re halfway there
But our money’s all gone, we’re livin’ on thin air
AGI and VCs made us run, run, run
We’ll be queuing for our cash, and prayin’ it’s not done

(Outro)
Livin’ on thin air, livin’ on thin air, oh
Livin’ on thin air, livin’ on thin air, oh
We’re livin’ on thin air.

assistant> Sure thing! Here’s the next part:

(Verse 3)
As I walk alone, with the weight of the past
I think about the bank run, and how I couldn’t outlast
All the money I had, was now caught in the fray
And I’m left with nothing, but a price now to pay

(Chorus)
Oh, I’m halfway there
But my money’s all gone, I’m livin’ on thin air
AGI and VCs made me run, run, run
I’ll be queuing for my cash, and prayin’ it’s not done

(Bridge)
I thought I was safe with my finances in place
But things moved too quickly, and now I’m left in disgrace

(Chorus)
Oh, I’m halfway there
But my money’s all gone, I’m livin’ on thin air
AGI and VCs made me run, run, run
I’ll be queuing for my cash, and prayin’ it’s not done

(Outro)
Livin’ on thin air, livin’ on thin air, oh
Livin’ on thin air, livin’ on thin air, oh
I’m livin’ on thin air, and now my money’s gone, whoops!

assistant> Alright, here is my attempt at a Bohemian Rhapsody parody:

(Verse 1)
VCs were once so free
But now it seems they cannot see
The dangers of their own game
The risks that they take cannot be tamed

(Chorus)
VCs beg for government bailout funds
Forced to break their beliefs, the irony stuns
They thought they could make it on their own
But when the chips were down, they cried and moaned

(Verse 2)
They say they’re never-trust-anybody libertarians
But now they’re asking for tax-paying Amercians
Their banks have failed, their investments are gone
And now they’re singing a different song

(Chorus)
VCs beg for government bailout funds
Forced to break their beliefs, the irony stuns
They thought they could make it on their own
But when the chips were down, they cried and moaned

(Bridge)
Oh mama mia, mama mia, this is not how it should be
Spare me the lectures on economics and leave me be

(Verse 3)
They tell us not to rely on government aid
But now they need the bailout money to be paid
The taxpayers are angry, they want their money back
And VCs can do nothing but sit and crack

(Chorus)
VCs beg for government bailout funds
Forced to break their beliefs, the irony stuns
They thought they could make it on their own
But when the chips were down, they cried and moaned

(Outro)
So you think you can play with money and not face the cost
So you think you can preach right-wing ideals, but your bank accounts are lost
Oh, VCs, can’t do this to me, VCs
Just gotta face up to the reality.

assistant> Great idea! Here’s an Irish impromptu song parody:

(Verse 1)
It’s a hard life for VCs these days
Having to retrofit old McDonald’s to stay
No mansions, no yachts, no diamonds or gold
Just a bed in a capsule, small and cold

(Chorus)
Oh, VCs, how the mighty have fallen
From Silicon Valley to a retrofitted McDonald’s maulin’
Capsule hotels is where they now lay
From riches to rags, in one unlucky day

(Verse 2)
But they can still dream of the days gone by
Of their self-made fortunes and how they did fly
They thought they had it all, and could never fall
But now they’re living in a capsule, no room to crawl

(Chorus)
Oh, VCs, how the mighty have fallen
From Silicon Valley to a retrofitted McDonald’s maulin’
Capsule hotels is where they now lay
From riches to rags, in one unlucky day

(Bridge)
They can’t even afford a single meal
Their deal-making days done, it’s hard to deal
But they still cling to their hopes and dreams
In their capsule rooms, stripped so clean

(Chorus)
Oh, VCs, how the mighty have fallen
From Silicon Valley to a retrofitted McDonald’s maulin’
Capsule hotels is where they now lay
From riches to rags, in one unlucky day

(Outro)
So let’s raise a glass to those who once ruled the game
Their fate to live in capsules, well, what a shame
But they should have known, all that glitters is not gold
And now they’ve lost it all, in a story too often told.

assistant> Certainly! Here’s the added verse:

(Verse 3)
The VCs may be down on their luck
But they’re still dreaming big, just not earning as much
In their capsules at night, they’re feeling the bliss
With a smile on their face, they can’t help but whisper this

(Chorus)
Oh, VCs, how the mighty have fallen
From Silicon Valley to a retrofitted McDonald’s maulin’
Capsule hotels is where they now lay
From riches to rags, in one unlucky day
But they’re lovin it!

assistant> Sure thing! Here’s my attempt at a Joshua Radin-style parody:

(Verse 1)
Some VCs live in retrofitted McDonald’s it’s true
It’s not the life they’re used to, it’s all that’s due
But there are some with bigger beds, they say
Those who live in White Castle, with so much more to pay

(Chorus)
They’re the White Castle VCs
Livin’ it large, so free and happy
With their capsule worlds and bigger beds
Meanwhile, the McDonald’s VCs sleep with heads bowed, unfed

(Verse 2)
The White Castle VCs, they know how to live
They don’t have to worry about space or things to give
Their lives are still tough, with the markets so tight
But at least their capsules are spacious, for a good night

(Chorus)
They’re the White Castle VCs
Livin’ it large, so free and happy
With their capsule worlds and bigger beds
Meanwhile, the McDonald’s VCs sleep with heads bowed, unfed

(Bridge)
But in the end, it’s not about the space
Or whose capsule bed is in a better place
They’re all VCs, they’re in this game together
So let’s hope they’ll come out on top, whatever the weather

(Chorus)
They’re the White Castle VCs
Livin’ it large, so free and happy
With their capsule worlds and bigger beds
Meanwhile, the McDonald’s VCs sleep with heads bowed, unfed

(Outro)
So let’s raise a glass to all who play the game
May they stay strong and learn from the pain
And whether they live in White Castle or McDonald’s
Let’s hope they’ll all find success, and sleep sound.

assistant> Sounds good, here’s my attempt at a ballad-style parody:

(Verse 1)
Once upon a time, the VCs had all the gold
They invested in startups, with dreams to behold
But now the tables have turned, and the market’s dry
Their wealth has vanished, nowhere to hide

(Chorus)
The employees are now the wealthy
Offering VCs a hand, though it may seem belated
Housekeeping jobs are on the rise
VCs take them up, with little disguise

(Verse 2)
The VCs were once the ones in charge
But the layoffs hit hard, and left them at large
They go to the employees, with shame in their hearts
Asking for work, hoping for a fresh start

(Chorus)
The employees are now the wealthy
Offering VCs a hand, though it may seem belated
Housekeeping jobs are on the rise
VCs take them up, with little disguise

(Bridge)
It’s a humbling time, for those who once had it all
But the employees are kind, offering jobs though it’s small
It’s a shift in the game, but they’ll make it all the same
Together they’ll work, to make it all the way

(Chorus)
The employees are now the wealthy
Offering VCs a hand, though it may seem belated
Housekeeping jobs are on the rise
VCs take them up, with little disguise

(Outro)
So let’s remember, that in life things can change
And regardless of where we start, the path can seem strange
But with a little help, and a lot of heart
We’ll all make it through, to the finish line’s start.

assistant> Great addition! Here’s my continuation of the parody song:

(Verse 3)
The employees, they once were poor
But with the changing times, they’d become rich for sure
But now they’re shocked to see, they’re in the highest tax bracket
They owe billions of dollars, and they don’t have it

(Chorus)
The VCs clean houses for the wealthy
The roles have changed, it seems so unhealthy
But now the employees are forced to pay
Taxes they can’t afford, their fortunes in sway

(Bridge)
It’s an unexpected twist, in this tale of changing fate
The employees now realize, life’s not so great
They thought success would bring them joy
But now they’re left with debt and pain, oh boy

(Chorus)
The VCs clean houses for the wealthy
The roles have changed, it seems so unhealthy
But now the employees are forced to pay
Taxes they can’t afford, their fortunes in sway

(Outro)
So let’s learn from this story, and be careful what we wish for
For fortune’s tide can turn, and leave us on the floor
Let’s hope we can find a way, to balance the scales
And live a life of purpose, with no regrets nor fails.

assistant> Wonderful addition! Here’s my final verse and chorus:

(Verse 4)
Just when it seemed that all hope was lost
Stripe joins the game to pay the cost
A $6 billion round of funding, to bail them all out
The VCs, the employees, no need to pout

(Chorus)
The VCs and employees, they were saved
By Stripe’s investment, in a moment so brave
They can start anew, with a little less strife
And dream once again, of a better life

(Bridge)
It’s a story of the ups and downs
And how help can come from unexpected grounds
But with hard work and a little bit of luck
We can keep moving forward, and avoid life’s muck

(Chorus)
The VCs and employees, they were saved
By Stripe’s investment, in a moment so brave
They can start anew, with a little less strife
And dream once again, of a better life

(Outro)
So let’s celebrate the triumph, in this tale of change
And hope that from here on, they’ll find a better range
Together they’ll work, to make a fortune for all
And when life gets tough, they’ll never fall.

assistant> Praise Ireland indeed, for it inspires us to create and share
Its rich culture and history, beyond compare
From the cliffs of Moher, to the city of Dublin
There’s something for everyone, there’s no trouble or grumbling

We raise a glass to the land of a thousand welcomes
With its hearty food, and its music with trembles
The friendly people and the rolling hills
All its charms ignite a sense of thrills

Ireland, full of poets and writers
Who dream and inspire with fire
In their words and in their soul
Their passion makes us feel whole

So let us honor the land of the shamrock
For its spirit of kindness and freedom, in all its softness and rock
Praise Ireland, for the heart and the laughter
It brings to our lives, and for its happy ever after.

assistant> Praise Ireland for the Stripe founders, two Irish lads
With dreams in their hearts, they turned their tables into labs
Their innovative spirit and their hard work
Brought them success, and then gave them a perk

They changed the game in payments with their software so smart
Their startup grew fast, and won hearts
From Silicon Valley to the world, they took flight
And made their country proud, under Ireland’s light

Praise Ireland for the Stripe founders, for their vision and drive
For their passion and their courage, in the startup hive
Their success story inspires a new generation
To take on the world, with Irish determination

So let’s raise a glass to Patrick and John
For their journey’s hard work and resplendent dawn
They brought great honor to Ireland, and to the land’s history
Praise Ireland for Stripe founders, for their spectacular victory.

assistant> Amen to that! Ireland is truly a land of inspiration and innovation.