examples/manifest.json

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 "idea_0": {
  "instrumental": false,
  "title": "",
  "lyrics": "[intro]\n\n[verse]\nYour name still hangs in the smoke of this old room\nHalf a glass of wine, remembering your perfume\n[pre-chorus]\nI told myself a hundred times that we were through\n[chorus]\nBut old flames never really die\nThey just burn low and slow\nAnd every time the night gets quiet\nI feel that ember glow\n[verse]\nThe record plays the song we loved the summer that we met\n[chorus]\nOld flames never really die\nThey just burn low and slow\nAnd every time the night gets quiet\nI feel that ember glow\n[outro]",
  "global_meta": "Basic Attributes: bpm is 66. key is Bb, and scale is minor. Soul / Late-Night Soul Ballad. Global Emotional Progression: The song opens in hushed, smoky intimacy, as if the singer were speaking to an empty room. The first verse is wistful and confessional, tightening into a quiet ache through the pre-chorus; the chorus blooms into warm, bittersweet longing rather than triumphant release. The second verse deepens the nostalgia, the final chorus glows fuller and more resigned, and the outro sinks back into the stillness of the opening. Application Scenarios & Imagery: last call in a nearly empty lounge; a dark kitchen lit by a streetlamp; a slow-dance scene about a love that never quite ended. Sonics & Production Profile: warm, analog-leaning mix centered on the voice, with rounded upright-style low end and gently rolled-off highs; dynamics stay open and breathable, letting room tone and reverb tails carry the late-night atmosphere.",
  "vocals": "Vocal Gender & Timbre: Singer A (Female), a warm, smoky alto with a soft rasp at the edges, rich in the low register and airy when she lifts. Vocal Style: close-miked and conversational in the verses, nearly whispered at line endings; gentle blue-note bends through the pre-chorus, fuller sustained soul phrasing in each chorus, light melisma on the held notes of the final chorus, then a breathy hush over the outro. Harmony/Backing Vocals: verses stay unaccompanied; soft self-stacked thirds shadow the chorus melody low in the mix, thickening for the last chorus. Vocal FX: warm plate reverb with a short tail, slap delay on phrase endings, light compression preserving her breath.",
  "arrangement": "Instrument Lifecycle Description (Primary/Secondary Layering): Primary: a clean, lightly overdriven electric guitar and a mellow electric piano share the harmonic bed all song — the guitar opens the intro alone with a slow, blues-tinged figure, and the electric piano joins under the first verse with sparse, hanging chords. Secondary: an upright-style bass slips in at the first verse; a Hammond-style organ pad fades in under the pre-chorus and swells through every chorus; muted horn-like swells color only the final chorus. Groove & Foundation Progression: no drums in the intro; a brushed kit enters with the first verse in a slow 12/8 sway, kick and bass locked to a heartbeat pulse. The pre-chorus adds soft rim accents, the chorus moves to a fuller brushed backbeat with warm cymbal wash, the second verse strips back to brushes and bass, and after the last chorus the drums fall away for the outro. Embellishments, Textures & Spatial FX: guitar slides answer the vocal between lines; faint vinyl crackle and room tone sit underneath; a slow organ swell lifts each chorus entrance, and the final guitar chord decays naturally in the room.",
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  "wav": "examples/idea_0.wav",
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  "description": "a smoky late-night soul ballad about old flames, warm female voice"
 },
 "idea_1": {
  "instrumental": false,
  "title": "",
  "lyrics": "[intro]\n\n[verse]\nMidnight came and went, I never heard the warning\nCoffee in my veins, I'll sleep when it's the morning\n[pre-chorus]\nThe clock keeps yelling but I don't care\n[chorus]\nWe stay up, we stay loud\nBurning every hour down\nNobody tells us when it ends\nThe night belongs to us, my friends\n[verse]\nNeighbors bang the wall, we turn it up a little prouder\n[chorus]\nWe stay up, we stay loud\nBurning every hour down\nNobody tells us when it ends\nThe night belongs to us, my friends\n[outro]",
  "global_meta": "Basic Attributes: bpm is 178. key is A, and scale is major. Punk / Pop-Punk Anthem. Global Emotional Progression: The track kicks the door in with restless, wired energy. The verses are cocky and impatient, the pre-chorus coils that tension into a sneer, and each chorus detonates into a defiant, fists-up gang celebration. The second verse gets cheekier and looser, and the final chorus is the biggest and most unhinged before the song slams to an abrupt dead stop. Application Scenarios & Imagery: a sweaty basement show at 3 a.m.; a skate video shot under parking-lot floodlights; the montage where friends refuse to let the night end. Sonics & Production Profile: a bright, forward wall of sound with rhythm guitars panned hard left and right, tight punchy low end, and cracking snare on top. Heavily compressed and relentlessly loud, with just enough rough edge to feel like a live room.",
  "vocals": "Vocal Gender & Timbre: Singer A (Male), a bratty, youthful tenor with a nasal edge and a shredded rasp when he pushes, cutting cleanly through the guitars. Vocal Style: rhythmic, shouted-melodic phrasing in the verses, spitting syllables against the drums; the pre-chorus drops to an almost spoken taunt, then each chorus is a full-throated sustained belt with grit on the line endings; the last chorus is sung on the edge of breaking. Harmony/Backing Vocals: gang vocals shout the chorus hook in rough unison like a crowded room, with a whoa-oh answer layered behind the final chorus; verses stay a single dry voice. Vocal FX: dry and upfront with tight compression, a small plate reverb for glue, and light saturation thickening the shouted sections.",
  "arrangement": "Instrument Lifecycle Description (Primary/Secondary Layering): Primary: two distorted electric guitars run from first second to last — palm-muted eighth-note chug through the verses, open ringing power chords in the choruses. Secondary: an overdriven bass gallops with the kick throughout; a scrappy single-note lead guitar line appears only in the intro and after the second chorus. Groove & Foundation Progression: the intro opens with a four-count stick click and a feedback swell before the full kit slams in; verses ride a fast punk backbeat with tight hats, the pre-chorus switches to a doubling snare build, and the choruses open into crash-on-every-beat mayhem. Before the final chorus the band cuts to one bar of stop-time, then piles back in harder. Embellishments, Textures & Spatial FX: guitar feedback bleeds between sections, fast drum fills launch every transition, handclaps stack onto the last chorus, and the song ends on an abrupt dead stop with a half-second of room ring.",
  "seed": 1001,
  "wav": "examples/idea_1.wav",
  "video": "examples/idea_1.mp4",
  "description": "a defiant punk anthem about staying up too late"
 },
 "idea_2": {
  "instrumental": false,
  "title": "",
  "lyrics": "[intro]\n\n[instrumental]\n\n[instrumental]\n\n[outro]",
  "global_meta": "Basic Attributes: bpm is 84. key is F, and scale is major. Lo-fi Hip Hop / Chillhop. Global Emotional Progression: The piece settles immediately into a hazy, unhurried calm, like a lamp clicking on in a dark room. The first instrumental section keeps a steady, head-nodding introspection; the second lifts gently with warmer layers and a touch of melodic yearning, never breaking the relaxed surface, before the outro exhales and dissolves into crackle and quiet. Application Scenarios & Imagery: a study desk at midnight with one warm lamp and rain tapping the window; a library corner as the building empties; city lights smearing across wet glass on the ride home. Sonics & Production Profile: a dusty, vintage-leaning mix with softly rolled-off highs, a deep rounded sine sub-bass foundation, and gently glued compression that keeps everything smooth and non-intrusive. The soundstage is intimate but slightly wide, wrapped in tape wobble and vinyl noise.",
  "vocals": "Instrumental, no vocals. The lead melodic role is carried by a warm Rhodes-style electric piano, whose looping jazz chords and small melodic answers act as the track's voice from start to finish, with soft jazz-guitar licks briefly taking the foreground during the second instrumental section.",
  "arrangement": "Instrument Lifecycle Description (Primary/Secondary Layering): Primary: a Rhodes-style electric piano loops a warm, slightly detuned progression of jazzy seventh chords from the first bar of the intro to the last seconds of the outro, sprinkling small melodic answers between phrases. Secondary: a round sine sub-bass enters with the drums and shadows the chord roots; soft jazz-guitar licks surface in the second instrumental section to answer the piano; a tape-warped pad swells beneath that section and recedes before the outro. Groove & Foundation Progression: the intro is just piano, rain-like ambience, and vinyl crackle; a laid-back boom-bap kit lands at the first instrumental section — muffled kick, soft dusty snare on 2 and 4, and shuffled hi-hats with a lazy swing. The second section adds ghost-note snares and busier hat variations for lift, then the outro thins the kit to kick and crackle before the drums stop entirely. Embellishments, Textures & Spatial FX: constant vinyl crackle and faint tape hiss bind the mix; a reverse-reverb swell eases the transition into the second instrumental section; occasional foley clicks drift far back in the stereo field; a slow low-pass filter closes over the piano in the outro until only the crackle remains.",
  "seed": 1002,
  "wav": "examples/idea_2.wav",
  "video": "examples/idea_2.mp4",
  "description": "a cozy lo-fi hip hop beat for studying, no vocals"
 },
 "preset_0": {
  "official": true,
  "instrumental": false,
  "title": "It's In My Head",
  "lyrics": "(Hook)\nDon’t waste your time on me youre already\nThe only one who keeps me rock steady\nAnd the voices in my head\nAll assure me that that’s what you said\nYou miss me.\nAnd if fate fell short this time,\nThen your fading smile keeps me whole for a while\nThe feeling of your hand in mine,\nIs something that I never wanna,\nForget about that summer\n\n[verse 1]\nI was in the 9th grade when I fell in love for the first time\nAnd her name? Well it never ended up as hers-mine\nI loved her for 4 years of her time and when she spurned mine\nI felt like Hamilton shot in the side after burrs lie\nAnd I’m not saying I regret it, in fact I’m indebted without you how would I know what a true friend is, but\nAfter a couple of beer flasks and years past a new true love did appear so a sincere task\nWould be infatuation of the strongest and the strangest and i know it might sound lame but her name was my whole playlist and,\nI wouldn’t change it for the world\nThe feeling of bliss when ya kiss curled up with your girl,\nAnd then she went and broke my heart,\nAnd I’m not saying that it’s hard but it’s hard to see each other apart,\nNow I guess I finally understand,\nWhat they meant when they said I should’ve ran\n\n(Hook)\nDon’t waste your time on me youre already\nThe only one who keeps me rock steady\nAnd the voices in my head\nAll assure me that that’s what you said\nYou miss me.\nAnd if fate fell short this time,\nThen your fading smile keeps me whole for a while\nThe feeling of your hand in mine,\nIs something that I never wanna,\nForget about that summer\n\n[verse 2]\nNow I’m not saying that there’s any affection that’s headed in your direction this is just a reflection\nOn the fact that I hated you, but lately I’ve been thinking maybe I was afraid of you,\nBut the fickle predicament of imprisonment was at the interlude we introduced a listing of differences,\nYa maybe we both could have changed,\nOr it was just my fault for insinuating you were deranged\nA few months apart and everyday is a present,\nHesitant of heartfelt cause the harpy harkened unpleasant,\nBut the truth is in the face of the fact that I’m laughing\nI’m actually happy now I never thought that could happen\nBut lovin is free, and a few words could change a person,\nAnd every single human on earth feels a range of hurtin,\nThe world is a clock and no one can stop it\nDon’t waste time on a Love that’s proven toxic\n\n(Hook)\nDon’t waste your time on me youre already\nThe only one who keeps me rock steady\nAnd the voices in my head\nAll assure me that that’s what you said\nYou miss me.\nAnd if fate fell short this time,\nThen your fading smile keeps me whole for a while\nThe feeling of your hand in mine,\nIs something that I never wanna,\nForget about that summer\n\n[guitar solo]\n\n[hook, Accapella]",
  "global_meta": "2000s pop punk",
  "vocals": "",
  "arrangement": "",
  "wav": "examples/preset_0.wav",
  "video": "examples/preset_0.mp4"
 },
 "preset_1": {
  "official": true,
  "instrumental": false,
  "title": "Behind The Glass",
  "lyrics": "(Verse 1)\nSylvia asked from behind the glass\nIs there no way out of the mind\nThe books were stacked, the shelves were full\nBut the door she could not find\n(Verse 2)\nThe wolf climbed up the tower stairs\nOne more page, one more light\nThe library gleamed, the stockings shone\nBut no one slept at night\n(Chorus)\nThe way out of the mind\nIs not another thought\nIt’s the floor beneath your feet\nThe strings your fingers caught\nIt’s the needle and the breath\nThe toes you finally feel\nThe way out of the mind, my love\nIs everything that’s real\n(Verse 3)\nPhoebe sat down on the wood\nNo shoes, no suit, no name\nShe closed her eyes, she found a chord\nAnd nothing was the same\n(Bridge)\nFerme la porte de la tour\nDescends pieds nus ce soir\nLe loup n’a plus besoin de lire\nIl a besoin de voir\n(Last Chorus)\nThe way out of the mind\nIs not another word\nIt’s the song you finally sing\nAfter all the ones you’ve heard\nIt’s one last dance with her\nBefore you close your eyes\nThe way out of the mind, my love\nIs where the body lies\n(Outro)\nGo sing, Daniel.\nFeel your toes.\nOne last dance.",
  "global_meta": "Bossa nova with piano and acoustix guitar",
  "vocals": "",
  "arrangement": "",
  "wav": "examples/preset_1.wav",
  "video": "examples/preset_1.mp4"
 },
 "preset_2": {
  "official": true,
  "instrumental": false,
  "title": "Everything",
  "lyrics": "[Verse 1]\nWoke up this morning, breath in my chest\nDidn’t earn it, still I’m blessed\nClock keeps ticking, can’t rewind\nEvery second drawing a line\n\nChoices echo, seeds we sow\nIn the light or down below\nCan’t keep drifting, can’t pretend\nThis life ain’t just about the end\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThere’s a fire calling deep inside\nMore than money, more than pride\n\n[Chorus]\nLive like your eternal life depends on it\nEvery word, every step, every moment\nDon’t just talk it, don’t just sing\nLet your whole life mean everything\nLive like your eternal life depends on it\nNo more halfway, no more counterfeit\nStand on truth, don’t compromise\nLive forever in these borrowed lives\n\n[Verse 2]\nLove your neighbor, lift the weak\nFind the lost, be who they seek\nGrace ain’t cheap, it cost too much\nStill He gave that healing touch\n\nWhen it’s hard and nights are long\nStill choose right over wrong\nYou can fall but don’t you stay\nGet back up and find your way\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nThere’s a kingdom you can’t see\nBut it’s closer than your heartbeat\n\n[Chorus]\nLive like your eternal life depends on it\nEvery breath is heaven-sent, don’t waste it\nWalk in faith, not by sight\nShine in darkness, be the light\nLive like your eternal life depends on it\nNot tomorrow—right now, commit\nHeart on fire, spirit alive\nLive like forever’s on the line\n\n[Bridge]\nThis ain’t a game, this ain’t pretend\nWhere you start ain’t where you end\nMercy’s wide but truth is real\nWhat you sow is what you’ll feel\n\nSo give Him all, don’t hold back\nStay the course, stay on track\nWhen the final day arrives\nYou’ll know you truly lived your life\n\n[Breakdown]\nOhhh… don’t just survive\nYou were made for more than time\n\n[Final Chorus]\nLive like your eternal life depends on it\nEvery heartbeat got purpose in it\nLift your hands, walk in grace\nRun your race, keep the pace\nLive like your eternal life depends on it\nLet your soul and your life be honest\nWhen it’s over, you’ll testify—\nYou didn’t just live… you lived for life.",
  "global_meta": "Violin intro , funk, male vocals, beat, ethereal, Neo soul, urban funk",
  "vocals": "",
  "arrangement": "",
  "wav": "examples/preset_2.wav",
  "video": "examples/preset_2.mp4"
 }
}