A new Hamilton track written by Artificial Intelligence. We inputted "Here are the lyrics to a new song from the hit musical Hamilton: An American Musical" and let the A.I. write the rest.
Music & Orchestrations by Michael Gribble
Hamilton, Piano, Percussion — Michael Gribble
Ensemble — César Velasco, Isabella Hicks, Victoria Rice
Electric Bass — Celisse Tan
Mixed/Mastered by Michael Gribble
Produced by Eli Weiss & Jacob Vaus
Lyrics:
I wrote my way out of hell
I wrote six feet past the grave
I wrote a song about you
The only thing that kept me safe
I wrote a hit, you'll never top
I wrote Hollywood's hottest ticket
I write a speech, every word is solid
(well, I think solid)
My name is Alexander Hamilton
I'm the bastard of a whore
My mommy died when I was young
And my daddy went to war
I met a certain young lady called Eliza
I'm 90% sure she gave me syphilis
But I hope I gave it back to you
After the war I became a ward
And lived with the Laurens family
Big military guards
Shit, this is hard
I wrote an orphanage in a college
For boys to live their best lives
I gave 'em army drills
I gave 'em all the best schools
Say hey hey hey
What's your story?
Where you from? Where you bury the hatchet?
Say hey hey hey
What's your story?
Who you been hurting? Who you been shooting at?
The government needed laborers so I went and volunteered on the West India Trade mission
But I wasn't a sailor, I was a writer
'Cause if you wrote anything
The people would come and you would have a job
I was in love with money
I was in love with display
I was in love with success
I was in love with wine
But I'm here, I'm alive, I'm critical
I got work, I got a wife, I got a daughter
I'm prepared to fail, I'm prepared to succeed
I've been poor I've been rich, I've been sick, I've been healthy
I've been scared, I've been bold
Say hey hey hey. What's your story?
Where you from? Where you bury the hatchet?
Say hey hey hey. What's your story?
Who you been hurting? Who you been shooting at?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
I did poorly in school
And graduated with my master's degree In 1802
I was twenty five. I asked Eliza to marry
I had less than no
When all along I was worth less than either
I was so busy surviving
That I didn't see that the world was passing me by
And I was late, I admit
A year, maybe two
Until I wrote something that broke
President Adams put me on the treasury
It was fucking glorious when we passed the tax
Governor of New York?
Governor of New Jersey?
Secretary of state and I'm writing Eliza
Hillary Clinton is my new Eliza
Til my wife died
Say hey hey hey. What's your story?
Where you from? Where you bury the hatchet?
Say hey hey hey. What's your story?
Who you been hurting? Who you been shooting at?
I was 21 years old when the Battle of Yorktown was won
I was 45 years old when France fell
I was 47 years old when I died
We'd won a war against our biggest enemy
But my legacy remains unfinished
I still am leaving letters in my wake
I've left no monument behind
But hallelujah! I guess this is it
I wrote my life, I wrote my death
And the end is just a new beginning
And I'm ready
I'm ready
I'm ready.
Say hey hey hey, what's your story?
Where you from? Where you bury the hatchet?
Say hey hey hey, what's your
Who do you love? Who do you love?
Where you from? Where you bury the hatchet?
Who do you love? Who do you love?
Who have you been hurting?
Who have you been shooting at?