In case you don’t know, I’ve been obsessed with producing songs lately by exploiting the amazing AI service Udio. I’ve already made and released two full albums based on a strange story I wrote back in 2021, named Odes to My Triceratops. It follows the adventures and misadventures of a trio of friends who live in a town lost in the map. The main dude is a songwriter named William Griffin, who’s passionate and sensitive, if a bit unhinged. Another character is William’s next-door neighbor Claire Javernick, who’s a blind redhead. Then we have Lorenzo, who’s a sentient triceratops for no justifiable reason. You can download the first two albums of this story through this link.

If you were waiting all day to hear a psychobilly slash glam rock song, I got you: this one’s titled “St-a-b Ya-self.” It’s about stabbing yourself because you deserve it, and such.

Lyrics below:

Oh, st-ab-a-dab-a-dab-a-doo…
St-ab st-ab st-ab ya-self!
If ya wanna keel ya-self, yeah,
Stab-a-stab-a-d-d-a-d-AAGGH!

Yer just a robot,
Fakin’ feelins fer humans,
Repeatin’, “Keel ya-self,”
All through da day!

Ya know dat yer heart’s a machine,
Ya know dat yer head is too.
Dere’s no point in livin’ if yer dead,
So slide da steel against yer skin.

Don’t worry,
Dere’s a place for ya in my collection,
And dis here blade will send ya dere!

Don’t be a pussy!
Don’t be a wuss!
No one cares ’bout ya,
And ya deserve it anyway!

St-ab-a-dab-a-doo!
I feel like a bird,
And if I can’t fly,
A knife will haf-ta do.