Ancestors

Toot

Written by Jens Kutílek on 2025-01-28 at 10:18

I asked this new language model to write me some Outlaw Country song lyrics in German. The result is spectacular.

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Descendants

Written by Christoph Koeberlin on 2025-01-28 at 10:27

@jenskutilek Sing or it didn’t happen!

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Written by Ivo on 2025-01-28 at 10:34

@koeberlin @jenskutilek iCowboy Ultras!

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Written by mhd on 2025-01-28 at 11:25

@jenskutilek I've heard worse "Truck Stop" songs.

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Written by René Seindal on 2025-01-30 at 10:53

@jenskutilek

Automatic translation ...

Unpaid trucker

Just starting out as if a long pickup truck was lying on the roadside,

It drives squeakily and the rear wheels are empty,

The heart is spinning as if it's afraid,

To a lonely trip that you can't keep up with.

The hooks are served with pain,

Like the hamburger squatting in the ass that he doesn't want,

But the geezer is in the pickup,

That's so worth driving.

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Written by René Seindal on 2025-01-30 at 10:54

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The wheels are fucking in the rain,

That rages with the rough bath cement,

But the feet are so casual as if it's spinning,

To the wishes that you don't have.

Oh, wageless trucker, to travel with,

The backs are implicitly empty, and one sounds loose,

But the calls of the railroad,

Are as old as the earth itself.

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Written by René Seindal on 2025-01-30 at 10:55

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The pickup is spinning like an old revolver,

That starts off, and the leaves of the pants,

That lick the wind when the sun burns,

Are the drinker that drinks the traveler.

Oh, wageless trucker, to travel with,

The backs are implicitly empty, and one sounds loose,

But the eyes are as treacherous as the deer of the table,

That don't see it, or spin like that.

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