Across the tidal pools of the Isle of Fangs scuttle the island’s smallest collectors: the scavenger crabs. These curious little creatures decorate their shells with anything that catches their eye, from bits of driftwood to polished bone, coral shards, beads, and even the occasional broken trinket washed ashore. To them, treasure is not wealth but identity. Every scavenger crab tells its story on its back.
This song captures the playful spirit of these beachcombers, whose bright shells glimmer like moving mosaics beneath the sun.
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LYRICS:
(Verse 1)
Tide rolls in with a silver sigh,
Moonlight spills where the driftwood lies.
Tiny claws tap hollow stone,
Shadows dance and make their throne.
They sift the wreckage grain by grain,
Forging crowns from what remains.
(Chorus)
Little kings of the tidelights,
Wearing secrets of the night.
Broken glass and copper rings,
Every shard a priceless thing.
Little kings of the tidelights,
Guard your treasures out of sight.
Beauty lives in what they steal,
Gifts the sea-foam waves reveal.
(Verse 2)
They lift old coins with quiet care,
Hold them up with excited flair.
Bits of hinge and bottle-green,
Once lost stories, now their gleam.
Scuttling shapes with jeweled shells,
Ruling where the brine-heart dwells.
(Chorus)
Little kings of the tidelights,
Wearing stories not their own.
Fragments of a thousand fights,
Softly crowned in salt and bone.
Little kings of the tidelights,
Let the wrecks become your throne.
What the storms tear from our hands,
They turn into shining homes.
(Bridge)
If you listen when the foam retreats,
You will hear their quiet beats.
Not a kingdom forged with swords,
But built from what the sea ignores.
In their shells the past resides,
A tiny world the tide provides.
(Final Chorus)
Little kings of the tidelights,
Stealing stars the surf lets fall.
What we lose becomes their right,
What they carry, tells it all.
Little kings of the tidelights,
Keep your crowns of shattered plight.
Even ruins have their grace,
In the kingdoms crabs create.
I collaborated with AIs to make this. The process involves giving ChatGPT my campaign sourcebook or one-shot adventure to read as a reference, then I usually explain the outline of the song I’d like. Next, we write the lyrics of the song iteratively until it feels like we’ve hit the right elements. After more or less editing, I give the lyrics to Ilovesong AI with some music genre tags to generate the actual song. This can take quite a few generations until I’m happy with the emotion and sound of the song. Afterwards, I think of an artwork to symbolise the story and generate that using Midjourney.
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