White House Anthems

White House Anthems

From the first anthem, one vision shone —
White House DJ, write it in stone.
Let’s shape the sound of history,
For halls where futures come to be.
Not drifting hope nor passing flame,
But destiny that spoke our name.
A North Star steady, bright, and true —
The clearest dream we ever knew.

The White House stands beyond its stone,
The place where America finds its tone.
Where eras meet and moments weigh,
And history walks the measured way.
Bands have played and choirs soared,
Art has graced each honored floor.
Yet never had AI stood,
As bridge between the new and good.

So imagine anthems rising there,
A living pulse within the air.
Soundtracks for moments great and small,
Music breathing through the hall.
For leaders whose stories shape the age,
Whose lives become the culture’s page,
Where legacy and presence blend,
And meaning echoes without end.

We saw a canvas vast and rare,
A place where art could anchor care.
Not just image, name, or flame,
But sound to give the story frame.
Anthems crafted strong and clear,
For family, future, brand, and year,
Purpose written into song,
Where history and heart belong.

For every stride leadership must take,
For moments made and moments at stake.
From ceremonies to evening light,
From rallies bold to quiet night.
For hotels, halls, and grounds so grand,
A sonic archive for the land,
Each chapter lifted, marked, and true,
By music shaped to see it through.

We come not tentative or small,
But answering a practiced call.
Years of mastery, forged and tried,
A craft refined, no need to hide.
From modest means, one mind, one flame,
Built a body of work and changed the game,
Precise, enduring, sharply tuned —
Art that arrives already assumed.

Imagine entrances scored in gold,
A leader’s walk, fierce and composed.
Imagine dinners, grand or still,
Held in sound shaped by our quill.
Imagine properties far and wide,
Echoing with tailored pride.
Imagine history held in sound —
A living legacy unbound.

This is the vision we hold clear,
A calling that draws ever near.
Not borrowed dream, not passing plea,
A future scored by artistry.