Prodded Rabbit to Colored Rocks (Vaudeville Cabaret Version)

Hi! Welcome to my channel. All songs here are a collaboration between my subconscious, my conscious, and two types of AI. In short, they are dream songs. I've kept dream journals since 2002. I use ChatGPT to select the dreams and create genre prompts. I edit the lyrics and genres myself to get things right and I use Suno to make the songs. I've created about 20-30 songs per year of dream journaling. I'll slowly be adding them here. I hope you enjoy!

Lyrics:

[Intro: jangly upright piano, brushed snare, walking bass—smoky barroom vibe]

A little café spotlight,
a little too much honesty.

[Verse 1: ragtime piano stride, gravelly Vic-style vocals]

I’m up here singin’ ’bout a rabbit
poked and prodded in its pen,
twistin’ up my face like I’m
chewin’ nails and sin again.
The room goes cold and rigid,
all the forks hang in mid-air—
like everyone’s wonderin’
why I dragged this nightmare here.
A lady drops her teacup,
a barista whispers “Jesus…”
and someone scoots their chair back
like the song itself might seize us.

[Pre-Chorus: accordion swells, punk-ish snare hits]

The tension’s gettin’ jazz-club tight,
like the chandelier might crack—
yeah, this ain’t the toe-tapper
anybody wanted back.

[Chorus (Rabbit Chorus): full Vaudeville-meets-punk energy, barroom horns]

Oh, the prodded little rabbit,
with a sorrow in its eyes—
I sing it like a funeral march
wrapped up in lullaby.
The room stops breathin’ with me,
every line just digs the hole—
this ain’t the kind of music
you play to soothe the soul.

[Pivot: sudden cutoff, single piano plink, awkward silence]

…Right.
Let’s, uh… change gears a bit.

[Verse 2 (Ragtime Switch-Up): bright banjo, snare on 2&4, playful Ruggiero drawl]

“Okay! My next song’s about—
colored rocks!”
And the whole place cracks apart
like I finally picked the lock.
Laughter rolls like billiard balls,
relief across the floor,
someone chokes on their biscotti
and begs me, “Please—do more.”
I lean into the microphone
with a wink I barely hide—
nothing breaks a gruesome spell
like a goofy neon tide.

[Chorus 2 (Colored Rocks Chorus): ragtime horns, clap-along rhythm, joyful shout-backs]

Colored rocks! Colored rocks!
Stack ’em up and shake the shock—
from doom and gloom in minor keys
to candy-colored sidewalk chalk.
Colored rocks! Colored rocks!
Safe for kids and fragile folks—
who knew geology could be
the savior of my jokes?

[Bridge: half-time punk breakdown, smoky baritone, theatrical slow-build]

Yeah sometimes the tune you sing
ain’t the tune the room expects,
and you gotta drop the misery
and try a different dialect.
But tension’s just a dance step
in a vaudeville kind of game—
you scare ’em with a rabbit song
then hand ’em joy again.

[Final Chorus: everything together—punk energy, ragtime piano, ska/vic swagger]

Colored rocks! Colored rocks!
Everybody clap and sway—
we crawled out of the rabbit pit
and found a brighter way.
From prodded rabbit tragedies
to rainbow pebbles’ grace—
the café breathes again
with a grin across its face.
Colored rocks! Colored rocks!
Let the piano stomp and knock—
now that’s the kind of melody
that won’t send folks into shock!

[Outro: upright piano flourish, banjo chuckle-strum, light audience laughter]

Thank you kindly.
Tip your waiter.
Avoid rabbits…
stick to rocks.