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Suit Circus
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A high-speed dissection of political pageantry. This track pits virtuosic piano against a narrative of decaying governance, where the "Suit Circus" bows while the tent poles rot.
psychedelic 60s protest song
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I don't confine myself to a single genre. My muse draws from every direction, and I follow where it leads using various AI technologies.
Hello, and thank you for listening. I don't really have a single genre that I aspire to create. It's mainly just what I'm feeling in the moment. My muse draws inspiration from every direction. My musical voyage takes me on journeys both internal and external, journeys whose results I can't always predict. For me, it's truly the journey that matters, not the destination. I let my creativity flow freely, allowing it to guide me where it will. I don't constrain myself to a particular style or genre; instead, I embrace the boundless possibilities of musical expression. Each new piece is an adventure, an opportunity to explore uncharted sonic territory. My aim is not to adhere to any preconceived notions of what my music "should" sound like. Rather, I strive to authentically channel the emotions, ideas, and perspectives that well up within me at any given time. The end result may defy easy categorization, but that's part of the beauty. I'm not beholden to any expectations other than my own artistic vision. So in short, I let my muse be my guide. I follow where it leads, embracing the unpredictable journey of musical creation (via various AI technologies). I hope you'll join me on these voyages, as I never know quite where they might take us. Cheers!
Song Info
Genre
Alternative Pop Punk
Author
Ward C Locke
Rights
Ward C Locke
Uploaded
January 18, 2026
Track Files
MP3
MP3 7.7 MB 320 kbps 3:21
Lossless
WAV 36.8 MB
Meta Data
BPM
160
Beat
4/4
Key
A min
Story behind the song
This track explores the "friction" between the polished facade of governance and the raw decay underneath. I wanted the piano to feel as "sharp" as the smiles in the lyrics, pushing the tempo to 160 BPM to capture the frantic, desperate energy of a "circus" that knows the show is almost over. Lyrics and concept by Ward C Locke. Music produced using Suno AI.
Lyrics
Behold the velvet creatures in their mirrored dens, Trading silver whispers with their painted friends. They rehearse their thunder for the nightly show, Then slip behind the curtain where the real winds blow. Step inside the Suit Circus Where the smile is sharp and the promise bends. Come take a seat, the illusion grows They’re cutting the country in half, and everyone knows. Forty days of pageant with the gates pulled tight, Sacred hands dismissed like shadows fleeing light. And the ringmaster hums on his perfumed throne, Calling the bleeding crowd “a comfort zone. Step inside the Suit Circus Where the smile is sharp and the promise bends. Come take a seat, the illusion grows They’re cutting the country in half, and everyone knows. Ladies and gentlemen behold the devotion A slow, exquisite, state-sponsored erosion. They call it governance. I call it treason in a finer lotion. Raise your glass to the Suit Circus, dear The grandest delusion of another year. Dance while the tent poles rot and the canvas frays They’ll bow in the spotlight as the whole thing decays. In the Suit Circus In the Suit Circus
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