Crusted Digits

Crusted Digits

Crusted Digits was a poem I wrote years ago tiled: Tomorrow.

It was a poem about the working man, and woman, dragging their tired bodies home after a long day at work. When deciding how best to relate the meaning I intended, I chose to experiment with free jazz, experimental jazz and came up with this song.

Lyrics by Karen Eastland, https://kareneastland.id.au

All vocals and music created using Udio AI: https://www.udio.com/creators/Karen%20Eastland

All images created with NightCafe AI: https://creator.nightcafe.studio/u/33-Kazza

Animations created with Apples iMovie Maker

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