Just Stories, Period. That's all.

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Lyrics

**Verse 1**
Monday in Manhattan, hotel room at the end of day,
Dictating notes back home about the trip along the way.
Fought the phone assistant: "Set do-not-disturb for an hour one" 
"Sorry, I can't help you with that" — asked twice, and it was done.
And if you want to know what all that talking's really for:
"Lots of stories. Period. No points, comma. Just stories" — and I've got more.

**Chorus**
And the little device is listening on my collar all day long,
Catching all the throwaway lines and turning them to song.
Some men keep a journal, some men keep a score —
I just keep on talking, and it keeps on keeping store.
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[instrumental - piano solo]
**Verse 2**
Ten hungry engineers, four restaurants in the poll,
The form said "pick just one" but it let us pick them all.
Outlook wouldn't paste the link, the vote came out a tie,
Somebody said the truest thing beneath that Midtown sky:
"Technology is your friend until it isn't" — amen,
We debugged our way to dinner and we'd do it all again.

[instrumental - stand up bass solo]
**Chorus**

And the little device is listening on my collar all day long,
Catching all the throwaway lines and turning them to song.
Some men keep a journal, some men keep a score —
I just keep on talking, and it keeps on keeping store.
[instrumental - big brass]
**Bridge**
I told 'em I can ride the Moscow metro like a local-born son,
But the New York subway beats me — so Mister Uber, come.
The whiskey went around the room, Japan and Colorado,
And tomorrow I give the talk, but tonight we let it go.

**Verse 3**
Somebody asked me, "Richard, what's this AI really done?"
I set my glass down easy, said, "I'll tell you what, son:
Fifteen months, forty-four repositories — every one of them mine,
And I don't think I wrote a single line."
The room went kinda quiet, then they laughed into their rye —
The future showed up early, boys, and it's a real good time.

**chorus**
Yeah, the little device is listening on my collar all day long,
Catching all the throwaway lines and turning them to song.
When they ask me how I did it, how the story got so tall —
No points, comma, just stories. Period. That's all.

[instrumental - big brass]

Yeah, the little device is listening on my collar all day long,
Catching all the throwaway lines and turning them to song.
When they ask me how I did it, how the story got so tall —
No points, comma, just stories. Period. That's all.

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