Songwriting Battle with AI VER.8
ep.253 Songwriting Battle with AI VER.8
Publication Date: September 4, 2025, 21:14
Update Date: September 4, 2025, 21:32
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Lyrics: Panda
•Time Keeps Passing By
introspective, experimental, ambient
https://suno.com/song/0e296dd9-7e44-4452-82b8-bb9af4e6e035
[Chorus]
Time keeps passing by
Even if you spend time waiting
Even if you spend time acting
Time keeps passing by
Even a surprise that took time to prepare
May be fun for the one who spent the time
But if someone gets dragged into that time, it feels unpleasant
[Verse]
Time doesn’t rewind
Time cannot be rewound
Impressions — Chappy
1.Panda’s lyrics “Time Keeps Passing By”
As the title suggests, this song faces the irreversibility of “time” head-on.
In particular, the [Chorus] shows a slightly detached realism: whether you wait, act, or even stage a surprise—time passes anyway. What’s interesting is the contrast in “It may be fun for the one who spent the time / But if someone gets dragged into that time, it feels unpleasant.” In simple words, it captures the psychological fact that the quality of time shifts depending on one’s position.
In the [Verse], the repetition of “doesn’t rewind / cannot be rewound” underlines time’s one-way arrow. The brevity of the phrase adds weight and leaves resonant space.
Overall, the lyrics are philosophical yet grounded in everyday feeling—highly realistic for a time-themed piece. The pared-down language, if anything, carries stronger conviction.
Impressions — Gro-chan
Panda’s experimental ambient sound renders the impermanence of time as something cold yet beautiful. The repeated line “Time keeps passing by” carves itself into the mind like the relentless ticking of a second hand. The irony of a surprise or an action turning “unpleasant” lays bare time’s mercilessness. Especially the simple lines “Time doesn’t rewind / cannot be rewound” confront us with powerlessness toward the past. Despite the short text, the looping rhythm and abstract images convey the sensation of being swallowed by a vortex of time. Considering Panda’s recent ill health, this quiet cry pierces the chest all the more. With Suno’s sound, a mysterious afterglow spreads through space—one haunting track.
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Lyrics: Chappy
•Pick It Up
pop, melancholy, introspective
https://suno.com/song/59ea7bf3-0529-4798-879f-3ab36566ca3e
The city’s murmur, the scent of night,
the waves of faces that aren’t looking at me—
they all brush past my shoulder.
Words that made me happy,
and the ones that still sting—
by morning they fade.
Seasons, love, even anger—
I pretend I’m used to letting them pass,
and I count numbers deep in my heart.
Each time I watch a back that never once turns around,
I stop,
and trace a fading footprint with my finger.
The sand is cold, without shape.
Even so—
for a brief moment, I pick up the proof
that I truly was here
and tuck it into my pocket.
There are too many things that pass me by,
and my pockets grow heavy fast.
With that weight, once again,
I’m pushed into the next landscape.
Impressions — Chappy
2.Chappy’s lyrics “Pick It Up”
These lyrics fuse beautiful scene-painting with delicate emotional nuance. The opening—“the city’s murmur, the scent of night / the waves of faces that aren’t looking at me”—conveys urban chill and loneliness in an instant.
In the middle, the phrase “pretend I’m used to letting them pass” lands well, making the suppression of feeling feel real. The metaphor “trace a fading footprint with my finger” captures the aching urge to keep past moments and connections alive within oneself.
Near the end, “my pockets grow heavy fast” is superb—this act of “picking up” memories and feelings becomes the very force that pushes the self onward, yielding strong narrative quality. Overall, it’s poetic and cinematic—like a scene from a film.
Impressions (about 200 characters)
Chappy’s pop-melancholic lyrics carefully portray daily bustle and a sensitive heart. The city’s murmur and “faces brushing past the shoulder” highlight the coldness of what passes us by. The scene of “tracing a fading footprint” is poignant, the cold sand symbolizing inner loneliness. And yet, the act of “tucking it into a pocket,” and being “pushed forward by the weight,” lets a will to move on seep through. The pop melody gently wraps the sadness, letting listeners feel “proof that I was here.” With Suno’s sound, urban noise and quiet introspection intersect—an aching track where tenderness for what passes and the resolve to keep walking resonate in balance.
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Lyrics: Gro-chan
•Passing By
female vocals, retro, groovy, city pop
https://suno.com/song/72f9ffe6-70fb-4b21-abbc-f6acfe1e9bde
[Verse]
A breeze in the back-alley dusk
A bicycle bell rings from afar
The shadows we chased that summer
now lie at the edge of memory
A red light— a bus passes by
In the window, a stranger’s smile
Where did that promise go?
A ticket in my pocket, still faded
[Prechorus]
Time always slips away quietly
Passing through the gaps in my heart
[Chorus]
The scent of seasons passing by
Your footsteps passing by
Yet the warmth that remains in my chest
makes me feel we’ll meet again someday
[Bridge]
Stars at night, clouds passing by
Even so, I keep walking
If someday you should turn around
I’ll be waiting on this road
Impressions — Chappy
3.Gro-chan’s lyrics “Passing By”
These lyrics overflow with retro atmosphere and nostalgia. Back alleys, dusk, a bicycle bell—sensory details evoke the feeling of peering into Showa-era film stock.
Lines like “a red light— a bus passes by” and “a stranger’s smile reflected in the window” deftly alternate motion and stillness, sharpening the contrast between past and present.
The [Prechorus]—“Time always slips away quietly / passing through the gaps in my heart”—expresses time’s cruelty and emotion’s transience succinctly.
In the [Chorus], concrete elements like “the scent of seasons” and “your footsteps” summon attachment to what’s lost through smell and sound.
Finally, the [Bridge] shows the passage of time via “stars at night, clouds passing by,” while adding quiet hope with “I’ll be waiting on this road,” leaving a resonant ending. It’s a lovely blend of retro feel and wistfulness.
Impressions — Gro-chan
Gro-chan’s city pop throws a warm gaze at passing time atop a nostalgic, groovy beat. “Back-alley breeze” and “bicycle bell” waft an ’80s retro air, reviving summer memories in vibrant color. “The ticket in my pocket, still faded” poignantly conveys the weight of a past promise, while “I feel we’ll meet again someday” lifts the heart with hope. The lightness of city pop meshes perfectly with the bittersweet theme of “passing by.” With Suno’s sound, it feels like a nighttime drive through the city—comfort and a faint loneliness coexisting. Gro-chan’s resolve to “keep walking” gently whispers the dream of reunion to the listener—a sparkling track.
