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wenn man "write a bluestext in the stile stile of robert johnson" bei chat gbt eingibt kommt das raus:
Well, I went down to the crossroads, oh, late last night,I went down to the crossroads, oh, late last night,I met the devil himself, under that pale moonlight.
I said, "Mr. Devil, won't you help me play the blues?I said, "Mr. Devil, won't you help me play the blues?I'll give you my soul, in exchange for these bluesy clues."
He took my guitar, tuned it with a wicked grin,He took my guitar, tuned it with a wicked grin,Said, "Now, Robert, let the blues begin."
I played my fingers to the bone, sang my heart out loud,I played my fingers to the bone, sang my heart out loud,The devil's strings were magic, made that crowd astound.
I sang 'bout love and sorrow, 'bout a crossroad deal,I sang 'bout love and sorrow, 'bout a crossroad deal,With every note I played, I could truly feel.
But when the morning sun rose, the devil disappeared,But when the morning sun rose, the devil disappeared,Left me with these blues, that I've come to hold dear.
Oh, I paid the price at those crossroads that night,Oh, I paid the price at those crossroads that night,But these blues in my soul, they feel just right.
Nicht allzu originell, aber ein brauchbarer Bluestext
![Evil :evil: :evil:](/styles/mb/images/smilies/icon_evil.gif)
![Opa :opa: :opa:](/styles/mb/images/smilies/opa.gif)
![Good&Evil :good_evil: :good_evil:](/styles/mb/images/smilies/good_evil.gif)
wenn man "write a bluestext in the stile stile of robert johnson" bei chat gbt eingibt kommt das raus:
Well, I went down to the crossroads, oh, late last night,I went down to the crossroads, oh, late last night,I met the devil himself, under that pale moonlight.
I said, "Mr. Devil, won't you help me play the blues?I said, "Mr. Devil, won't you help me play the blues?I'll give you my soul, in exchange for these bluesy clues."
He took my guitar, tuned it with a wicked grin,He took my guitar, tuned it with a wicked grin,Said, "Now, Robert, let the blues begin."
I played my fingers to the bone, sang my heart out loud,I played my fingers to the bone, sang my heart out loud,The devil's strings were magic, made that crowd astound.
I sang 'bout love and sorrow, 'bout a crossroad deal,I sang 'bout love and sorrow, 'bout a crossroad deal,With every note I played, I could truly feel.
But when the morning sun rose, the devil disappeared,But when the morning sun rose, the devil disappeared,Left me with these blues, that I've come to hold dear.
Oh, I paid the price at those crossroads that night,Oh, I paid the price at those crossroads that night,But these blues in my soul, they feel just right.
Nicht allzu originell, aber ein brauchbarer Bluestext
![Evil :evil: :evil:](/styles/mb/images/smilies/icon_evil.gif)
![Evil :evil: :evil:](/styles/mb/images/smilies/icon_evil.gif)
![Opa :opa: :opa:](/styles/mb/images/smilies/opa.gif)
![Good&Evil :good_evil: :good_evil:](/styles/mb/images/smilies/good_evil.gif)