Crash Scene Kids - Roda vs. AI

A combination of my musical ability (am an actual musician and songwriter) & AI.

AIs used: Suno, ChatGPT (thumbnail downscaled in Grok)

Video edited manually in DaVinci Resolve

Lyrics:
She moves like static on a Sunday screen,
With lips like splinters in a morphine dream.
Her heels click echoes down the council halls,
Where beauty’s drowning in the shopping malls.
She said, “Love is just a faded Polaroid,
Torn at the edges, tactically destroyed.”
We kissed beneath the railway’s iron sigh,
A couple of ghosts too proud to die.

Oh velvet on the pavement, bleeding rain and wine,
The city wears her makeup, but the cracks still shine.
And we were young, yeah, we were wired and wild,
Two crash-scene kids, the gutter's favourite child.

She danced where the tower blocks scrape the sky,
Wore last night’s bruises like alibis.
With perfume stolen from department floors,
And dreams like needles through revolving doors.
We burned through the twilight, red and raw,
The stars just holes in a dirty floor.
She whispered, “This town kills what it can’t seduce,”
Then laughed like a siren, all shattered truths.

Oh velvet on the pavement, bleeding rain and wine,
The city wears her makeup, but the cracks still shine.
And we were young, yeah, we were wired and wild,
Two crash-scene kids, the gutter's favourite child.
Velvet on the pavement, hearts in disrepair,
We found our heaven in electric glare.

Yo—
Spilled ink on the page like blood on the sheets,
Every verse a bruise where the fantasy meets
Reality’s kiss with a blade in her glove,
She said, “This isn’t heartbreak — it’s the absence of love.”
I danced with her shadow in sodium light,
Biting her smile like a parasite.
She vanished in verses I never could rhyme,
Left me stuck in a pocket of dead-end time.
I lit my regrets like a cigarette’s end,
Blew smoke through the holes I mistook for friends.
No fairy tale, no crown, no queen—
Just a voice in the static, somewhere in between.

And in the silence after last night’s scream,
I saw her vanish like a silver dream.
The trains kept howling through the station air,
But all I found was lipstick on the stair.
Final Verse
Now I walk through streets that call her name,
Each lamplight flicker fans the flame.
She’s somewhere dancing in a knock-off gown,
A broken crown in a nowhere town.

Oh velvet on the pavement, bleeding rain and wine,
The city wears her makeup, but the cracks still shine.
We were young, yeah, we were wired and wild,
Two crash-scene kids, the gutter's favourite child.
Velvet on the pavement, love in disrepair,
Her ghost still lingers in the midnight air…