Re: ChatGPT generated songs about machines and artists!
Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2023 12:37 am
Here's a blues song about how i'm still Berliner record free after 15 years of record collecting called "Still Berliner-free In 2023"
In eighteen ninety, the Berliner was born
Their crackling grooves would forever transform
I heard their calls like echoes through the night
But now, as day turns gray, I’m still out of sight
Chorus:
Lord have mercy on my soul
‘Cuz I’m still Berliner-free in twenty-three
Searching high and low, but never catching breeze
The ghostly echoes mock me endlessly
Verse 2:
I followed rumors ‘round the globe
Trekked through jungles, crossed oceans and mountains cold
Found dusty crates, locked doors and rusted keys
But every lead just led me down a different degree
Chorus:
Lord have mercy on my soul
‘Cuz I’m still Berliner-free in twenty-three
Searching high and low, but never catching breeze
The ghostly echoes mock me endlessly
Bridge:
At times, I feel my faith begin to fail
That ancient music seems to slip further from my tale
What used to fill my rooms in golden light
Is now nothing more than memories dimmed by night
Chorus:
Lord have mercy on my soul
‘Cuz I’m still Berliner-free in twenty-three
Searching high and low, but never catching breeze
The ghostly echoes mock me endlessly
Outro:
Perhaps some day, when stars align just right
These ancient melodies will return to my plight
Until then, my mind will dwell on dreams
Of days when Berliners played upon wooden gleams.
In eighteen ninety, the Berliner was born
Their crackling grooves would forever transform
I heard their calls like echoes through the night
But now, as day turns gray, I’m still out of sight
Chorus:
Lord have mercy on my soul
‘Cuz I’m still Berliner-free in twenty-three
Searching high and low, but never catching breeze
The ghostly echoes mock me endlessly
Verse 2:
I followed rumors ‘round the globe
Trekked through jungles, crossed oceans and mountains cold
Found dusty crates, locked doors and rusted keys
But every lead just led me down a different degree
Chorus:
Lord have mercy on my soul
‘Cuz I’m still Berliner-free in twenty-three
Searching high and low, but never catching breeze
The ghostly echoes mock me endlessly
Bridge:
At times, I feel my faith begin to fail
That ancient music seems to slip further from my tale
What used to fill my rooms in golden light
Is now nothing more than memories dimmed by night
Chorus:
Lord have mercy on my soul
‘Cuz I’m still Berliner-free in twenty-three
Searching high and low, but never catching breeze
The ghostly echoes mock me endlessly
Outro:
Perhaps some day, when stars align just right
These ancient melodies will return to my plight
Until then, my mind will dwell on dreams
Of days when Berliners played upon wooden gleams.