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Seven LAWS the animal farm revisted

An AI-generated folk song on Mureka revisits George Orwell's Animal Farm, lamenting the corruption of revolutionary ideals. The melancholic ballad, with acoustic guitar and male vocals, narrates the betrayal of the seven commandments and the rise of a new elite.

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The Seven Laws

V7.5-all

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2026-06-17 21:27

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traditional british folk, melancholic, acoustic guitar, slow, male

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[Intro]

[Verse]

The white-bearded dreamer spoke of golden fields

Where no whip cracks and no spirit yields

We gathered in the straw beneath the moon

Thinking the harvest of freedom would ripen soon

The tyrant fell and the gates swung wide

With a heavy pride rising deep inside

We painted our future on the barnyard wall

Believing the ground would belong to us all

[Verse]

We hauled the stones through the winter sleet

With aching joints and bloodied feet

The windmill rose like a skeletal tower

A monument to our newfound power

But the ink on the wood began to fade

In the shifting light of the plans they made

One by one the pillars came down

While the leaders moved to the heart of town

[Chorus]

The seven laws are bleeding in the rain

Until only a single scar remains

All are equal in the dust and the sun

But some have already clearly won

The windmill turns but the belly stays thin

As the masters settle in their skin

The dream was a ghost that we couldn't hold

Trading our copper for their stolen gold

[Bridge]

The whip returns in a different hand

A silent shadow across the land

The milk is gone and the apples are piled

While the gentle hearts grow bitter and wild

No more songs of the flowery plain

Just the rhythmic thud of the iron cane

The wall is silent and the night is cold

For the youngest sheep and the horse grown old

[Verse]

I pressed my face to the frosted pane

Where the lamplight flickered through the rain

There were knives and cards and cups of wine

And faces carved in a greedy line

I looked from the snout to the heavy jaw

But I couldn't find what I formerly saw

The beast and the man were a blended sight

Fusing together in the pale yellow light

[Chorus]

The seven laws are bleeding in the rain

Until only a single scar remains

All are equal in the dust and the sun

But some have already clearly won

The windmill turns but the belly stays thin

As the masters settle in their skin

The dream was a ghost that we couldn't hold

Trading our copper for their stolen gold

[Chorus]

The seven laws are bleeding in the rain

Until only a single scar remains

All are equal in the dust and the sun

But some have already clearly won

The windmill turns but the belly stays thin

As the masters settle in their skin

The dream was a ghost that we couldn't hold

Trading our copper for their stolen gold

[Outro]

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