Skipping Sorrow

Here's a journey about a lost friendship —a blend of Alt-Adult Pop Folk driven by deep, reflective tones and raw emotion. I'm trying to show lyrics that speak to loss, memory, and unresolved feelings. Each verse tells a story or fragment connected to sorrow, leading to a gentle conclusion. The track’s acoustic instrumentation and melody allow the emotions to breathe and linger, hopefully the lyrics will resonate with someone who's experienced emotional conflict or longing.

I used ChatGPT4o, Suno, Plazmapunk, Runway, and Grok2 to create this. Plazmapunk was really leaned on here for video generation. ChatGPT4o has felt right for bouncing words off lately...

Suno style used: Alt-Adult Pop Folk, charged, reflective tone
Male baritone/tenor voice, emotional intensity builds, acoustic elements

Lyrics:

Verse 1
Beau, Beau, Beau, memories overwhelm me fast,
"You be Illin'" became "You be Ellen," laughing at your lover from the past,
'Cause we refused to believe you were illin'—life's tempo running too fast,
Dancing and singing in purple, believing you were Prince, but a sorry disguise,
Night club dance floor, your violet passion more blinding than the lights.

Half-Line Transition
And it begins again...

Chorus (First Three Choruses Identical)
Oh, Beau, Beau, Beau, where you’ve gone, I wish I didn’t know,
On aging vinyl, our song plays, but it’s stuck in skipping sorrow.
Did you stop to think 'bout the rest of us?
A searing memory, scratched in my mind, a never-ending chorus.
And now your line’s dead, only silence,
Beau, Beau, Beau, I wish you were here.

Verse 2
That night we got trashed, at your place on the second floor,
Old, beaten-down complex, we stomped, we roared.
You hushed us, pleaded, "Guys, please,"
But we laughed harder, ignoring your pleas.
Sixteen shots've gin, your tonic was strong,
But we were 20, reckless, and wrong.

Half-Line Transition
And it begins again...

Chorus (Same as Above)
Oh, Beau, Beau, Beau, where you’ve gone, I wish I didn’t know,
On aging vinyl, our song plays, but it’s stuck in skipping sorrow.
Did you stop to think 'bout the rest of us?
A searing memory, scratched in my mind, a never-ending chorus.
And now your line’s dead, only silence,
Beau, Beau, Beau, I wish you were here.

Verse 3
In your beat-up white Thunderbird, you drove me home,
I yelled, "Where’s my car?" as we roamed.
Then my red Fiero flashed by in the headlights,
We laughed carelessly, 'til it disappeared in the night.
We traded jibes, never doubting, you had my back,
But time slipped away, and somewhere along the way, we lost track.

First Bridge
Beau, Beau, Beau, I’m so mad at you,
Two decades lost, shaken, wishing I never knew.
I called your number, knowing you couldn't answer back,
Hung up, heart heavy, the last note of our unfinished track.
I wanted to speak, to say goodbye,
But silence won, and I don’t know why.

Half-Line Transition Before Final Chorus
Oh, I wish it would end...

Final Chorus (With Slight Change for Finality)
Oh, Beau, Beau, Beau, where you’ve gone, I wish I didn’t know,
On aging vinyl, our song plays, but it’s stuck in skipping sorrow.
Did you stop to think 'bout the rest of us?
A searing memory, scratched in my mind, a never-ending chorus.
And now your line’s dead, no one to hear,
Beau, Beau, Beau, why aren’t you here?

Second Bridge
Trading jibes, never doubting, we’d always have our say,
Bittersweet 'n incomplete, the song still plays.
It slipped away, somewhere we lost track,
Now I’ve got one less friend at my back.

Outro
The good times etched in my head become a sobbing song,
And like a broken record, I’m unable to move along.
Oh, I wish it would end, but I'm not ready to sever this thread...
Unable to call you, still trying to understand, and unable to forget.