ChatGPT generated songs about machines and artists!

[Wolfe]

The 2 Minute Cylinder on the 4 Minute Amberola Blues

In my parlor room, an Amberola machine,
Where memories of olden days can still be seen.
With a 2-minute cylinder, I yearn to hear its sound,
But my 4-minute Amberola has let me down.

Oh, my 2-minute cylinder won't fit the groove,
On this 4-minute Amberola blues.
Longing for the days when the music flowed,
But my cherished melody remains untold.

I wind up the crank with hopeful delight,
Anticipating the moment when music takes flight.
But alas, the needle skips over the grooves so wide,
My 2-minute song silenced, stuck inside.

(Chorus)
Oh, my 2-minute cylinder won't fit the groove,
On this 4-minute Amberola blues.
Longing for the days when the music flowed,
But my cherished melody remains untold.

(Bridge)
Amberola, oh vintage machine,
You captivate my soul with your golden sheen.
But our worlds collide in this timeless strife,
As my song lingers, trapped in this life.

I long for the harmony of days gone by,
When melodies filled the air, reaching the sky.
But here I stand, in a time of mismatched blues,
My 2-minute treasure silenced, no chance to amuse.

Oh, my 2-minute cylinder won't fit the groove,
On this 4-minute Amberola blues.
Longing for the days when the music flowed,
But my cherished melody remains untold.

So, I'll treasure my cylinder, a relic of the past,
Hold it close to my heart, where memories last.
Though the Amberola may limit its song's release,
In my soul, its timeless melody shall find peace.

[Wolfe]

I Live On My Porch (Because My House Has Too Many Henry Burr Records)

I found solace on my porch, it's where I reside,
A refuge from the chaos that's trapped inside.
My house is overflowing with Henry Burr's sound,
Records stacked high, scattered all around.

(Chorus)
I live on my porch, it's become my sanctuary,
Where Henry Burr's melodies set me free.
His voice echoes through my humble abode,
But on the porch, I find peace and unload.

Each step I take inside, I'm surrounded by his tunes,
Henry Burr's music fills the rooms.
But it's too much, overwhelming my space,
So I retreat to the porch, finding a quiet embrace.

(Chorus)
I live on my porch, it's become my sanctuary,
Where Henry Burr's melodies set me free.
His voice echoes through my humble abode,
But on the porch, I find peace and unload.

(Bridge)
The sweet melodies of "Beautiful Ohio" play,
While I sit on my porch, day after day.
I watch the world go by, as Henry Burr sings,
Embracing the simplicity that porch living brings.

People may wonder why I choose to reside,
On my porch, where life seems simplified.
But Henry Burr's records, they hold memories dear,
And on my porch, they're a constant reminder, crystal clear.

(Chorus)
I live on my porch, it's become my sanctuary,
Where Henry Burr's melodies set me free.
His voice echoes through my humble abode,
But on the porch, I find peace and unload.

So I'll continue to live on my porch,
In this haven I've come to adore.
For as long as the music brings comfort and grace,
On my porch, I'll find my special place.

[Wolfe]

Don't Be Callin' My Shellac "Vinyls" No More

Well, listen up, my friend, I'll tell you what's wrong
You've been callin' my shellac "vinyls" for too long
I gotta set the record straight, make it crystal clear
It's time to educate you, so lend me your ear

(Chorus)
Don't be callin' my shellac "vinyls" no more
Gotta get the terminology right down to the core
It's a 78 RPM record, smooth as can be
Don't you dare confuse it with those LPs, you see

Back in the day, when jukeboxes were all the rage
They'd spin my shellac, filling the air with a beautiful page
From Louis Armstrong to Billie Holiday's sweet tunes
Those grooves on my shellac, they still make me swoon

Don't be callin' my shellac "vinyls" no more
Gotta get the terminology right down to the core
It's a 78 RPM record, smooth as can be
Don't you dare confuse it with those LPs, you see

(Bridge)
Now, I ain't tryin' to be pedantic or unkind
But when you mix up the terms, it messes with my mind
Shellac's a resin, a coating on those old-school discs
Vinyl's a different story, that's the modern-day fix

So, let's set the record straight, let the truth unfurl
Shellac records, they were the golden age's pearl
With their delicate nature, they require gentle care
But the music they bring, man, it's beyond compare

Don't be callin' my shellac "vinyls" no more
Gotta get the terminology right down to the core
It's a 78 RPM record, smooth as can be
Don't you dare confuse it with those LPs, you see

Now you've heard my song, hope it stuck in your brain
No more mixin' up the terms, let's end this refrain
Remember, my friend, when it comes to that sound
Shellac or vinyl, let's honor the old-school profound

[Inigo]

[AmberolaAndy]

Here’s a quick pop song about Edward M Favor I call “(He’s My) Edward M Favorite”

(Verse 1)
I heard a tune that made my heart ignite,
A voice so golden, shining through the night.
Edward M Favor, a name that’s in my mind,
His melodies, a treasure I must find.

(Pre-Chorus)
From the moment I first heard his sound,
I knew this singer had been crowned.
With every note, he steals the show,
Edward M Favorite, here we go!

(Chorus)
He’s my Edward M Favorite, oh so divine,
His voice takes me on a magical ride.
With rhythm and groove, he sets me free,
Edward M Favorite, you’re all I need.

(Verse 2)
His songs, like colors, paint a vibrant scene,
A pop sensation, living in my dreams.
Edward M Favor, you’ve got that special spark,
A superstar who’s captured my heart.

(Pre-Chorus)
From the catchy hooks to the soaring high,
His music lifts me up, oh my, oh my!
A legend in his own right, it’s clear to see,
Edward M Favorite, you’re everything to me.

(Chorus)
He’s my Edward M Favorite, oh so divine,
His voice takes me on a magical ride.
With rhythm and groove, he sets me free,
Edward M Favorite, you’re all I need.

(Bridge)
Lights flashing, fans screaming, it’s a wild affair,
Edward M Favor, you’re the one they all share.
Your stage presence shines, captivating all,
I’ll sing your praises, I’ll stand tall.

(Chorus)
He’s my Edward M Favorite, oh so divine,
His voice takes me on a magical ride.
With rhythm and groove, he sets me free,
Edward M Favorite, you’re all I need.

(Outro)
So let’s dance to the beat, let’s sing it loud,
Edward M Favorite, you make me proud.
With your music in my heart, forever it’ll be,
Edward M Favorite, you’re my melody.

[AmberolaAndy]

Here’s a protest song called “Don’t Shabby Chic That Victrola!”

Verse 1
Oh, shabby chic, it's always this
Painting over pieces of history
Gonna make something so trendy and chic
Take that Victrola! Don't make it slick!

Chorus
Don't shabby chic that Victrola!
It's part of our culture and history
It's worth more to us than gold
Don't shabby chic that Victrola!

Verse 2
Leave it just as it was found
Respect the past and what we’ve found
Gonna fight against the shabby chic trend
Restore it back, and make it transcend!

Chorus
Don't shabby chic that Victrola!
It's part of our culture and history
It's worth more to us than gold
Don't shabby chic that Victrola!

Verse 3
Don't take away its rightful place
Restore it back to what is it’s grace
Let it be, and be proud of it
Don't shabby chic, it doesn't fit!

Chorus
Don't shabby chic that Victrola!
It's part of our culture and history
It's worth more to us than gold
Don't shabby chic that Victrola!

[AmberolaAndy]

I found another chatGTP alternative to make some blues songs about Victrolas and critical YouTube comments

Verse 1:
Well, folks, I got myself some records made long ago,
Put em' on my trusty Victrola to play and enjoy,
But oh boy, do I get a lotta flak from some online guys,
Sayin' "Your music sounds weird, ain't nobody listenin' to acoustics anymore, bye!"

Chorus:
They talk big but they don't know nothin',
Making fun of my Victrola and all my lovin',
Every note means somethin', gotta keep it alive,
My sound is righteous, ain't gonna hide.

Verse 2:
I'm tired of hearin' bout how my gramophone needs replacing,
All because some record-snob thinks he knows better than anyone else.
No need to fret or worry 'bout his critiques,
Cause in my heart there'll always be sweet music notes.

(Chorus)

Verse 3:
You see, these naysayer types don't seem to understand,
How my Victrola brings joy to every room it stands,
From church halls to barn dances galore,
The sound it gives off is pure magic forevermore.

(Chorus)

Bridge:
Sure, modern technology might make things easier,
But the simple pleasures of life, well, they last forever.
Let 'em mock and scoff, I won't lose my stride,
My heart will keep beatin', until the very end of time.

(Chorus x2)

Outro:
So next time you wanna put somebody down,
Just remember, everyone's got something special to wear that crown,
If it makes ya happy then spread the cheer,
On this humble Victrola, all year round!

[AmberolaAndy]

This song is dedicated to a certain type of YouTube commenter…

Verse 1:
Been playin' these 78's since I was knee-high to a bullfrog,
Filled with memories and stories, I just can't stop the jog,
But them snooty YouTubers keep comin', hittin' me hard,
Calling me out for my outdated ways, thinkin' I am unaware.

Chorus:
Tell 'em all to stick their opinions where the sun doesn't shine,
I've got a world full of history inside my old record spine,
If they wanna hear perfection then go buy a digital file,
But leave this antiquated beauty alone; she ain't worth their guile.

Verse 2:
Lencos and Garrards and TechNicks and ATs, they shout at me loud,
"You should upgrade to something new," I reply "but this ain't allowed."
I ain't got the scratch to afford such extravagant wares,
Not when there's magic in a simple design, a symphony of air.

(Chorus)

Verse 3:
Yeah, them snobbish critics think I must be blind,
That I couldn't possibly enjoy what they call "primitive decline",
But I hold onto tradition, it's in my blood and bones,
A connection to the ones who came before us, souls forever grown.

(Chorus)

Bridge:
These notes were made to dance upon a turntable so old,
Warmth and character flow through this rustic mold,
It's not just some trinket, no mere plastic toy,
This is a vessel of culture, let it continue to employ!

(Chorus x2)

Outro:
Come join me under the spell of these spinning spheres,
Embrace the raw emotion, the timeless cheers,
Forget the noise of modernity, find solace instead,
In the sweet embrace of a classic player bedded.

[AmberolaAndy]

Here’s a 60s dance song called “The Edison Beat”

Verse 1:
Oh, Mr. Edison had a vision grand,
To bring sounds alive with his hand.
He invented the phonograph one day,
And he said to the world, "Listen here, come play!"

Chorus:
The Edison Beat, oh it never ceases,
From his tin foil rolls, we can never release 'em,
Dancing feet moving fast and slow,
The Edison Beat will never let us go.

Verse 2:
People laughed at his crazy scheme,
How could he capture life's dream?
But Edison kept pushing ahead,
His determination unyielding and steadfast.

Chorus:
The Edison Beat, oh it never ceases,
From his tin foil rolls, we can never release 'em,
Dancing feet moving fast and slow,
The Edison Beat will never let us go.

Bridge:
They say progress leaves things behind,
But Edison's legacy shines brightly,
His invention brought joy to mankind,
Forever preserved in audio kind.

Chorus:
The Edison Beat, oh it never ceases,
From his tin foil rolls, we can never release 'em,
Dancing feet moving fast and slow,
The Edison Beat will never let us go.

Verse 3:
Now listen close as we sing along,
To the melodies that have been sung since dawn,
Let the rhythm guide your body sway,
Join hands and hearts, let the spirit stay.

Chorus:
The Edison Beat, oh it never ceases,
From his tin foil rolls, we can never release 'em,
Dancing feet moving fast and slow,
The Edison Beat will never let us go.

Verse 4:
Let us celebrate Mr. Edison's gift,
Of capturing moments with his phonograph lift,
So grab your partner, join the line,
Experience the Edison Beat sublime.

Chorus:
The Edison Beat, oh it never ceases,
From his tin foil rolls, we can never release 'em,
Dancing feet moving fast and slow,
The Edison Beat will never let us go.

(Musical Breakdown - Instrumental solo featuring trumpets, saxophones, piano, drums, bass guitar and vocals singing doo-wops and lahs.)

Chorus:
The Edison Beat, oh it never ceases,
From his tin foil rolls, we can never release 'em,
Dancing feet moving fast and slow,
The Edison Beat will never let us go.

Verse 5:
Mr. Edison's contribution endures,
Innovation fueled by curiosity and sources,
An inspiration for generations past, present and more,
A true pioneer whose memory still roars.

Chorus:
The Edison Beat, oh it never ceases,
From his tin foil rolls, we can never release 'em,
Dancing feet moving fast and slow,
The Edison Beat will never let us go.

(Ending Musical Jam Session - All instruments and vocals jamming together until the very last note fades out).

[PeteLeoni]

Do you guys see where this is going?