ChatGPT generated songs about machines and artists!

[AmberolaAndy]

Here’s a song about the buyers who bought a Victrola in 1924 or early 1925 and felt that buyers remorse once the Orthophonic models were available.

Verse 1:
I walked into the store one day
In 1924, I had to have my way
I saw the Victrola, oh it looked so fine
I said to myself, "This one is mine"

Chorus:
Oh, I bought that Victrola in 1924
Played my favorite records, I couldn't ask for more
But then in 1925, a new model came to light
My heart sank deep, oh what a plight

Verse 2:
The Orthophonic model, oh it sounded so clear
The Victrola I bought, it suddenly seemed so queer
My heart was filled with remorse, I wanted to weep
My once beloved Victrola, now seemed so cheap

Chorus:
Oh, I bought that Victrola in 1924
Played my favorite records, I couldn't ask for more
But then in 1925, a new model came to light
My heart sank deep, oh what a plight

Bridge:
I thought I had the best, but now I see
Technology moves fast, it's not just me
I wish I could turn back time and choose again
But alas, my poor Victrola, its fate was sealed

Chorus:
Oh, I bought that Victrola in 1924
Played my favorite records, I couldn't ask for more
But then in 1925, a new model came to light
My heart sank deep, oh what a plight

Outro:
Now I sit and listen to my old Victrola play
It may be outdated, but it still sounds okay
It's a reminder to me that nothing stays the same
But the memories it brings, they'll never fade away.

[AmberolaAndy]

I gave a rare Victrola model, The VV-107 its own song!

Verse 1:
In 1924, a Victrola was born
A rare model, its beauty to adorn
The VV-107, its name so grand
A treasure to hold in one's hand

Chorus:
Oh, the VV-107, so rare and so fine
A Victrola like no other, a true design
Its sound so pure, its look so bold
A vintage gem, worth its weight in gold

Verse 2:
The VV-107, it stood the test of time
A true masterpiece, a thing sublime
Its horn so grand, its motor so strong
A Victrola to sing its own song

Chorus:
Oh, the VV-107, so rare and so fine
A Victrola like no other, a true design
Its sound so pure, its look so bold
A vintage gem, worth its weight in gold

Bridge:
In an age of modern sound
The VV-107 still stands its ground
A reminder of the past, a time so pure
A Victrola so unique, its allure

Chorus:
Oh, the VV-107, so rare and so fine
A Victrola like no other, a true design
Its sound so pure, its look so bold
A vintage gem, worth its weight in gold

Outro:
The VV-107, a Victrola to behold
A rare gem, its story to be told
A piece of history, a time so grand
The VV-107, forever to stand.

[AmberolaAndy]

This is another blues song. Dedicated to all of you that had to do extra work with your machines due to sellers who don’t know how to pack.


Verse 1:
I bought a phonograph from eBay,
Thought I'd bring some old tunes back to play,
But when I opened up the box, what a shock,
It was packed so poorly, like it had been rocked.

Chorus:
I got the blues, oh yes, I do,
My phonograph arrived in a mess, it's true,
Broken parts and scratched up wood,
I'm feeling low and misunderstood.

Verse 2:
I contacted the seller, but no reply,
I guess my phonograph is now a goodbye,
My heart is heavy, and my pockets too,
I paid a lot for this phonograph that's no use.

Chorus:
I got the blues, oh yes, I do,
My phonograph arrived in a mess, it's true,
Broken parts and scratched up wood,
I'm feeling low and misunderstood.

Verse 3:
I should've known better, to buy from eBay,
But I thought it'd be a steal of the day,
Now my record collection has no place to play,
I'm feeling down and out, can't seem to find my way.

Chorus:
I got the blues, oh yes, I do,
My phonograph arrived in a mess, it's true,
Broken parts and scratched up wood,
I'm feeling low and misunderstood.

Verse 4:
I'll try to fix it up, with all my might,
Maybe one day, I'll have some sweet sounds to light,
But for now, I'll sit and sulk,
With a broken phonograph and a heart that's full of bulk.

Chorus:
I got the blues, oh yes, I do,
My phonograph arrived in a mess, it's true,
Broken parts and scratched up wood,
I'm feeling low and misunderstood.

[AmberolaAndy]

Here’s a blues song about finding 78s at a thrift store but finding the same old, same old.

Verse 1:
Went to the thrift store, thought I'd get a steal,
Found a pile of 78s, it was such a great deal,
But as I started to sort through, I felt a little blue,
Cause all I found was Sammy Kaye, and Guy Lombardo too.

Chorus:
Oh, these 78s at the thrift store,
All from '45 to '53,
Polkas, Waltzes, and Ken Griffin,
But no Jazz or Blues for me.

Verse 2:
Kay Kyser was in there too, and some old-timey bands,
But no Robert Johnson, or Hank Williams to be found,
I was hoping for some Doo-wop, and Rock & Roll too,
But all I found was Sammy Kaye, and Guy Lombardo too.

Chorus:
Oh, these 78s at the thrift store,
All from '45 to '53,
Polkas, Waltzes, and Ken Griffin,
But no Jazz or Blues for me.

Verse 3:
Red Columbia, black Decca, those labels caught my eye,
But no Jelly Roll Morton, or Louis Armstrong to try,
I guess I'll have to keep on searching, for those treasures rare and old,
Cause all I found was Sammy Kaye, and Guy Lombardo's mold.

Chorus:
Oh, these 78s at the thrift store,
All from '45 to '53,
Polkas, Waltzes, and Ken Griffin,
But no Jazz or Blues for me.

Outro:
I'll keep on digging, through dusty boxes and bins,
Cause one day I'll find that gem, that'll make my head spin,
Until then I'll keep on listening, to Sammy Kaye and Guy Lombardo too,
Cause even though they're not my style, they'll still do.

[AmberolaAndy]

Here’s a song called “Oh Those Damberols!” Dedicated to the most fragile of records out there.


Oh those Damberols, they're fragile and old
Edison's Amberol cylinder records, so precious and bold
But you gotta handle them with care, or they might just crack
Handle them with care, or they might just snap

Gotta wind up that phonograph, let the music roll
But oh, be gentle with those Damberols

The sound they make, so sweet and so clear
But you gotta be careful, they're not indestructible, I fear
Those Amberol cylinders, so rare and so fine
They need to be treated with utmost care, just like a vintage wine

Gotta wind up that phonograph, let the music roll
But oh, be gentle with those Damberols

They're a piece of history, a record of the past
A fragile reminder of a time that didn't last
So let's preserve those Damberols, keep them safe and sound
And let their music spin and spin, round and round

Gotta wind up that phonograph, let the music roll
But oh, be gentle with those Damberols

Oh those Damberols, they're fragile and old
Edison's Amberol cylinder records, so precious and bold
But with a little care and a little love
They'll keep on spinning, and singing like a dove

Gotta wind up that phonograph, let the music roll
But oh, be gentle with those Damberols.

[AmberolaAndy]

Here’s a song about not playing a Diamond Disc with a steel needle!


Verse 1:
You got your Edison Diamond Disc,
It's a treasure from the past,
But to play it with a steel needle,
That would be a shame and aghast.

Chorus:
So don't you dare,
Play that disc with steel,
'Cause you'll ruin the sound,
And that's not the real deal.

Verse 2:
Get yourself an Edison player,
With a Diamond needle that's true,
It will bring out the best,
In that old record for you.

Chorus:
So don't you dare,
Play that disc with steel,
'Cause you'll ruin the sound,
And that's not the real deal.

Verse 3:
With a Diamond needle spinning,
You'll hear the music come alive,
It's like the artists are performing,
Right before your very eyes.

Chorus:
So don't you dare,
Play that disc with steel,
'Cause you'll ruin the sound,
And that's not the real deal.

Outro:
So if you want to hear,
The true sound of history,
Play your Edison Diamond Discs,
The right way, with victory!

[Frisco The Beagle]

Song writing will never be the same

[AmberolaAndy]

Song writing will never be the same

I know. It kinda has me a little worried that people are gonna legit record albums with song lyrics humans didn’t write….

Anyways here’s a song called “Yes! Yes! Yes! It’s ICS!”

Verse 1:
In the early 1900s, learning was tough
But then came the ICS, and that was enough
They used the phonograph, oh what a treat
Learning became fun, it was no longer a feat

Chorus:
Yes! Yes! Yes! It's ICS!
The Edison phonograph and wax cylinders, no less
Education made easy, no need to stress
Yes! Yes! Yes! It's ICS!

Verse 2:
No more books and notes to cram
Just listen to the cylinders and BAM!
Lessons on demand, at your own pace
You can even learn at your own space

Chorus:
Yes! Yes! Yes! It's ICS!
The Edison phonograph and wax cylinders, no less
Education made easy, no need to stress
Yes! Yes! Yes! It's ICS!

Verse 3:
From the comfort of your own home
You can now learn, and never again roam
The ICS made it possible
With the phonograph, it was unstoppable

Chorus:
Yes! Yes! Yes! It's ICS!
The Edison phonograph and wax cylinders, no less
Education made easy, no need to stress
Yes! Yes! Yes! It's ICS!

Bridge:
With the ICS, you can go far
Learn a new trade, become a star
The phonograph may be old and quaint
But it paved the way, and it ain't faint

Chorus:
Yes! Yes! Yes! It's ICS!
The Edison phonograph and wax cylinders, no less
Education made easy, no need to stress
Yes! Yes! Yes! It's ICS!

Outro:
So if you're looking for a new skill
And want to learn, without getting ill
Remember the ICS, and their phonograph
It's the way to go, no need to hold back!

[AmberolaAndy]

Here’s a song called the Berliner Blues: A song about my 15 year struggle of having no Berliner discs in my collection,

Verse 1:
Been a record collector for fifteen long years,
But there's a sound I'm missing, and it brings me to tears.
I'm talking 'bout the Berliner, that sweet old timey groove,
I've searched high and low, but still got nothing to prove.

Chorus:
Oh, the Berliner Blues, it's a melancholy sound,
When you can't find the records that you've been hunting down.
eBay's got 'em for a hundred bucks or more,
But I'll keep on searching, till I even up the score.

Verse 2:
I've hit every record shop in this whole damn town,
I've dug through dusty crates, but it's just a letdown.
I've been to flea markets, garage sales, and more,
But still no Berliner records that I'm searching for.

Chorus:
Oh, the Berliner Blues, it's a melancholy sound,
When you can't find the records that you've been hunting down.
eBay's got 'em for a hundred bucks or more,
But I'll keep on searching, till I even up the score.

Verse 3:
I dream about the day when I finally find,
That sweet old Berliner, that's been stuck in my mind.
I'll cherish it forever, and I'll never let it go,
It'll be a treasured record, that I'll love and I'll show.

Chorus:
Oh, the Berliner Blues, it's a melancholy sound,
When you can't find the records that you've been hunting down.
eBay's got 'em for a hundred bucks or more,
But I'll keep on searching, till I even up the score.

Outro:
So I'll keep on searching, through the highs and the lows,
Until I find that Berliner, and I can finally close,
The chapter on this story, of a collector's blues,
And I'll be singing happy, with a new record to use

And it’s true…the only Berliner discs I see on eBay are $130 and $300

[AmberolaAndy]

Pathé now gets a ChatGTP created song: “Pathé (Hear What I Say)”

I imagine a 60s R&B soul singer singing this one.

Imagine James Brown, Otis Redding, Wilson Pickett, Ike & Tina, Marvin Gaye or Little Richard singing these lyrics

Listen up, baby, I got something to say
About a groove that's gonna make you sway
Pathé's got the cut that's so unique
A hill and dale groove that's gonna make you freak

Chorus:
Pathé, hear what I say
Gonna take you to another place
Pathé, with the sapphire ball
Going to make you dance, gonna make you crawl

Verse 2:
The sound's so smooth, it's like butter on bread
You can feel it deep inside your head
Pathé's got the record that's gonna make you move
With a stylus that's gonna set the groove

Chorus:
Pathé, hear what I say
Gonna take you to another place
Pathé, with the sapphire ball
Going to make you dance, gonna make you crawl

Bridge:
You gotta turn it up, just a little bit more
Let the rhythm take you to the floor
Pathé's got the groove that's gonna make you feel
Like you're flying high, like you're made of steel

Chorus:
Pathé, hear what I say
Gonna take you to another place
Pathé, with the sapphire ball
Going to make you dance, gonna make you crawl

Outro:
So come on, baby, don't be shy
Let the Pathé record take you high
It's the sound that's gonna make you free
And Pathé's the only way to be.