No matter your musical style, Jarvis adapts to your genre,
providing relevant and diverse lyric lines for your compositions.
Artists sharing
their experience
Game changer
I was skeptical at first but this AI lyrics generator is a tool just like every other one that helps us create. I always alter the generated material to make it my own. It's important to remain proud of what you create.*
Nicki B
Singer/Songwriter
Ghost writer
Jarvis provides unlimited inspiration. As a non-native english speaker, this makes writing so much easier. If you use this right, you can even improve it. Of course, talent is still necessary, but it's definitely helpful!*
Leonard Dylan
Lyricist
Cheat code
This tool is dope! I use it like a sampler. I chop the best lines and it speeds up my workflow. It’s like you have an army of collaborators writing with you in the studio. It can really help with writer's block.*
Lil-Z
Rapper/Producer
*Testimonials generated by AI
Frequently Asked Questions
Jarvis is a lyrics writing assistant powered by advanced Artificial Intelligence technology.
It generates fresh, new ideas based on given criterias: artist, genre, topic, mood, title, year, song part...
Jarvis is also able to generate a continuation of any given lyrics, like a co-writer.
You can use the generated material as a basis or to enrich your own song lyrics.
Jarvis can help everyone who is willing to write unique and original song lyrics for a variety of styles,
whether your are a beginner, amateur or a professionnal songwriter / lyricist / rapper / music producer... even drummer :)
We all struggle with writer's block at some point, and any new creative tool may be welcome.
Jarvis is a limitless brainstorming swiss knife. The main strength of Artificial Intelligence is never getting tired of generating fresh ideas.
Using Jarvis can help you get started if you're blocked, finish a song if you're stucked, improve your productivity, boost your creativity or even challenge it.
With its intuitive interface and powerful AI capabilities, Jarvis is the perfect tool for anyone looking to elevate their creative output.
Jarvis is royalty-free. You keep 100% of the rights to the lyrics you write with it.
Note: the engine is trained on real-world data and may output an already existing line verbatim (unlikely more than one).
As this may also happen without using AI (anyone can have the same idea at the same time on the planet), it's still recommended to ensure there's no plagiarism issue with your final lyrics before any commercial release.
Jarvis can produce classic rhymes.
You have the option, as you may want to make more complex rhymes like pure, near, (im)perfect, multi-syllabic rhymes or assonances, homophones, etc. on your own.
Rhyming is an art in itself, in music nowadays it's usually more about how it sounds than how it reads.
Jarvis was built to help and inspire writers, not replace them.
It will anyway output professionnal quality lines,
but you still need to learn the crafts of song forms, syllable count, rhyming (or not), prosody...
That's actually the fun part!
Jarvis supports more than 60 genres including pop, rock, hip hop, and country.
Whether you're looking to write a heartfelt ballad or a pumping dance track, Jarvis has got you covered.
There is no standalone mobile/tablet application yet,
but you can install the PWA (Progressive Web App) version,
by adding Jarvis to your home screen.
It works on both iOS and Android, and allows a similar experience, for on-the-go creativity.
Let Jarvis be your creative partner and take your music to new heights.
Try it out now and experience the power of AI-generated lyrics.
You'll never be stuck for inspiration again.
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