Ποιος έγραψε τους στίχους;

[Jazzjoker]

Ιδού λοιπόν οι στίχοι ενός τραγουδιού. Μπορείτε να μαντέψετε ποιος τους έγραψε; Αν κάποιος το βρει ή αναγκαστώ να το αποκαλύψω, θα ακολουθήσει μεγάλη κουβέντα, αυτό είναι σίγουρο.

I met a girl down in New Orleans,

With a voice like a broken machine,

She sang the blues and smoked cigars,

And played piano in the local bars.

She said, "Honey, life ain't always fair,

But you gotta keep moving, don't you dare,

Let the world bring you down,

Just keep on making that sweet, sweet sound."

She took me down to the river's edge,

Where the moonlight danced on the water's edge,

We drank bourbon and talked all night,

And watched the stars fade into the morning light.

She said, "Honey, life ain't always fair,

But you gotta keep moving, don't you dare,

Let the world bring you down,

Just keep on making that sweet, sweet sound."

Now I'm back in the city, [SIZE=15.4px]feeling alone,[/SIZE]

Thinking 'bout that girl I used to know,

I play her songs on my guitar,

And dream of the day I'll see her again.

She said, "Honey, life ain't always fair,

But you gotta keep moving, don't you dare,

Let the world bring you down,

Just keep on making that sweet, sweet sound."

 

[manosx]

 Αυτος

 

[Terry RoscoeBeck5]

Κάνα τσατ γπτ;

 

[Jazzjoker]

Κάνα τσατ γπτ;

Δεν περίμενα ότι θα το βρει κάποιος τόσο γρήγορα, αλλά ναι. Τέρρυ είσαι αστέρι.

 

[Terry RoscoeBeck5]

Εδώ γράφουν ολόκληρες διατριβές, σε λίγους στίχους θα κολλήσουν; Σημεία των (νέων) καιρών. Το μόνο σίγουρο είναι ότι για μια ακόμη φορά ο κόσμος μας άλλαξε.  

 

[Nekkon]

Nekkon

Please write me lyrics about Jazzjoker who is also called Stavros

Stavros, the Jazzjoker.

Verse 1:

Jazzjoker, the man of the hour

Known as Stavros, he's got the power

To light up the room with his tunes

Making everyone feel like they're in the moon

Chorus:

Jazzjoker, Stavros, he's the king

With his trumpet, he makes the music sing

He's got style, he's got flair

Jazzjoker, Stavros, he's always there

Verse 2:

He's got that swing in his step

Jazzjoker, Stavros, he's always on the up

His sound is smooth and cool

It's like he's playing right out of school

Chorus:

Jazzjoker, Stavros, he's the king

With his trumpet, he makes the music sing

He's got style, he's got flair

Jazzjoker, Stavros, he's always there

Bridge:

He's the life of the party

His music is the heart

Jazzjoker, Stavros, he's got the art

Chorus:

Jazzjoker, Stavros, he's the king

With his trumpet, he makes the music sing

He's got style, he's got flair

Jazzjoker, Stavros, he's always there

Outro:

Jazzjoker, Stavros, we love your sound

You make us all wanna get down

Keep playing your music, keep shining bright

Jazzjoker, Stavros, you're the man of the night.

 

[Terry RoscoeBeck5]

Please write me lyrics about Jazzjoker who is also called Stavros Spyros

Corrected ?

 

[Nekkon]

Corrected ?

Τώρα έμεινε, Σταύρος είναι πλέον.

Δες άλλο.


 



















Verse 1: Terry, the bass player with style He rocked with Rakintzis, made the people smile His fingers moved so fast and free The bass was his life, and he played with glee

Chorus: Terry, the great bass player He rocked with Rakintzis, made us all cheer He had that rhythm, that funky beat Terry, the great bass player, couldn't be beat

Verse 2: On stage, he was a force to be reckoned with The bass was his voice, his way to communicate He played with passion, with soul and heart Terry, the great bass player, he was an art

Chorus: Terry, the great bass player He rocked with Rakintzis, made us all cheer He had that rhythm, that funky beat Terry, the great bass player, couldn't be beat

Bridge: His bass was the pulse of the band It made us dance, it made us stand Terry, the great bass player, we salute you Your music will always stay true

Chorus: Terry, the great bass player He rocked with Rakintzis, made us all cheer He had that rhythm, that funky beat Terry, the great bass player, couldn't be beat

Outro: Terry, the great bass player, you rocked our world Your music will forever be unfurled Keep on grooving, keep on playing Terry, the great bass player, you're always slaying.

 

[manosx]

 Παιδια, να σας γνωρισω το στιχουργο μας:

 

 

[Nekkon]

Έλα έρχονται και καλύτερα λεμεεε 

@fusiongtr

Verse 1:

Stratos, also known as Fusion or Fashion A guitar player with a wicked passion

His sound is unique, his style is bold

He doesn't need tubes to make his guitar gold

Chorus:

Stratos, the guitar master

With humor and style, he's always faster His sound is crisp, his tone is clean Stratos, the guitar master, a true machine

Verse 2:

He hates tubes, but he loves his gear

His fingers fly, he's got no fear

He makes his guitar sing and shout Stratos, the guitar master, never a doubt

Chorus:

Stratos, the guitar master

With humor and style, he's always faster His sound is crisp, his tone is clean Stratos, the guitar master, a true machine

Bridge:

He's got jokes and he's got moves

Stratos, the guitar master, always grooves He's got that sense of humor, that killer smile

Stratos, the guitar master, always in style

Chorus:

Stratos, the guitar master

With humor and style, he's always faster His sound is crisp, his tone is clean Stratos, the guitar master, a true machine

Outro:

Stratos, the guitar master, we love your sound

You've got that talent, that we all surround Keep on playing, keep on being you Stratos, the guitar master, we'll always love you.

 

[Terry RoscoeBeck5]

Άντε να εξελιχθεί λιγάκι και η ρομποτική- στοίχους πλέον έχουμε- να βγούμε στη "σύνταξη" μια και καλή.

Σύντομα θα αποτελούμε μουσειακό είδος...

 

[Nekkon]

@vrasidas27

Verse 1:

Billaras was his name, but he needed a change

So he became Vrasidas, with a new stage to arrange

He's a guitar teacher with a passion so true

For music that flows and speaks to me and you

Chorus:

Vrasidas, Vrasidas, your guitar strings sing

With passion and love, you teach us everything

The melody, the rhythm, and the soul of the song

You make us feel alive, and we can't go wrong

Verse 2:

His fingers dance along the fretboard with grace

Teaching us chords, scales, and music's sweet embrace

His voice rings out with every strum and pluck

As we follow his lead, we can't help but get stuck

Chorus:

Vrasidas, Vrasidas, your guitar strings sing

With passion and love, you teach us everything

The melody, the rhythm, and the soul of the song

You make us feel alive, and we can't go wrong

Bridge:

He shares his knowledge, his heart, and his soul

He shows us the way to rock and roll

With every note, he lights up our day

And makes us feel alive in every single way

Chorus:

Vrasidas, Vrasidas, your guitar strings sing

With passion and love, you teach us everything

The melody, the rhythm, and the soul of the song

You make us feel alive, and we can't go wrong

Outro:

Vrasidas, Vrasidas, keep playing your guitar

You've inspired us all, and you've taken us far

With your passion and love, you've shown us the way

To make beautiful music, and brighten up our day.

@gkourmoul1

Verse 1:

Giorgos Kourmoulis, a guitar master from Crete

With a collection of guitars that can't be beat

He rocks his Telecasters with confidence and feel

Playing solos that make the audience reel

Chorus:

Giorgos, oh Giorgos, your fingers they fly

Across the fretboard, with such skill and style

Your music it speaks, it tells a story so true

Giorgos, oh Giorgos, we're all in awe of you

Verse 2:

From blues to rock, and everything in between

Giorgos' guitar playing is a sight to be seen

He bends those strings with such precision and grace

Creating sounds that fill the whole space

Chorus:

Giorgos, oh Giorgos, your fingers they fly

Across the fretboard, with such skill and style

Your music it speaks, it tells a story so true

Giorgos, oh Giorgos, we're all in awe of you

Bridge:

With every note, he tells a tale

Of love, of loss, of joy and pain

Giorgos' guitar, it sings so sweet

Making our hearts skip a beat

Chorus:

Giorgos, oh Giorgos, your fingers they fly

Across the fretboard, with such skill and style

Your music it speaks, it tells a story so true

Giorgos, oh Giorgos, we're all in awe of you

Outro:

Giorgos Kourmoulis, a guitar master so fine

With his Telecasters, he's always in his prime

Keep on playing, keep on rocking, keep on being you

Giorgos, oh Giorgos, we'll always be true.

 

[manosx]

Να και ενα βιντεο απο την προβα μας, για πειτε καλα βαραμε; Μπλιπ; Μπλοπ; Ιιιιιρρρρρρρουιιιιιγκρλτμς, σορρυ, βραχυκυκλωσα.

 

[Terry RoscoeBeck5]

Προσωπικά θεωρώ ότι αν όχι ήδη, ταχύτατα θα δούμε να κυκλοφορούν κομμάτια στην παγκόσμια δισκογραφία με στοίχους γπτ- που μπορεί να φέρουν και καλά "υπογραφή" στιχουργού ή και χύμα ότι είναι προϊόν γπτ.   

 

[manosx]

 Κανονιστε να το δει ο dimsonic, τον εχει κανει που τον εχει κανει τουρμπο το spotify και ο bad bunny, τον βλεπω τωρα να κανει πυρηνικο ολοκαυτωμα.

 

[Nekkon]

προϊόν γπτ.

Και ποιότητα γτπ;

 

[manosx]

Και ποιότητα γτπ;

 Καλα ναι, δεν φτανει την ποιοτητα των πραγματικα ανθρωπινων στιχων, καιιιιιιιιιι

 Ice my wrist-es then I piss on bitches

  You can suck my diznick if you take these jizzes

You don't like them disses, give my ass some kisses 

Yeah, they know what this is, give bitches the business

You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe You a stupid hoe, yeah, you a, you a stupid hoe You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe (you stupid, stupid) You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe (you stupid, stupid) You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe (you stupid, stupid) You a stupid hoe, yeah, you a, you a stupid hoe (you stupid, stupid)

 Τι ελεγα; Α, ναι, η ποιοτητα της ανθρωπινης δημιουργιας φαινεται, κανει μπαμ.

 

[sultan of string]

 Καλα ναι, δεν φτανει την ποιοτητα των πραγματικα ανθρωπινων στιχων, καιιιιιιιιιι

 Ice my wrist-es then I piss on bitches

  You can suck my diznick if you take these jizzes

You don't like them disses, give my ass some kisses 

Yeah, they know what this is, give bitches the business

You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe You a stupid hoe, yeah, you a, you a stupid hoe You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe (you stupid, stupid) You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe (you stupid, stupid) You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe (you stupid, stupid) You a stupid hoe, yeah, you a, you a stupid hoe (you stupid, stupid)

 Τι ελεγα; Α, ναι, η ποιοτητα της ανθρωπινης δημιουργιας φαινεται, κανει μπαμ.

Ποιο είναι το τελευταίο?

Μου διεφυγε

 

[gkourmoul1]

@Nekkon

Στο επόμενο άσμα, εσένα θα βάλω να γράψεις στίχο ?

 

[Superfunk]

Μπορείτε να μαντέψετε ποιος τους έγραψε;

Εμενα σαν τυπικοι ενΓκλεζικοι στιχοι ΕΛΛΗΝΑ που "εχει παρει το Προυφισιενσυ" μου φαινονται παντως.