i wrote this for my 22 yr old, Brycie, who's a busy guy, and he recently said he's coming over, we'll see... :)

... created with the magic of AI (chatGpt/ UDIO)

https://www.udio.com/songs/5Zo6bSSiGPkt5Fkmc3ihu4

Lyrics
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this ones, going out to a young man, i know well,  who says he's finally coming over...
(wild fiddle solo)
( ..bring your big sister too ! )
(Verse 1) Well, gather 'round, folks, let me tell you a tale, 'Bout a man named Brycie, with a heart full of hail. He’s a hockey-playing cowboy, sharp as a blade, With a sniper’s shot that’ll leave you amazed (oooohh-yyyaaaaaa-aaahhmazed)
[guitar solo]


(Pre-Chorus) He’s a sharp good-lookin’ dude, a real stand-up guy, When Brycie’s in town, you can’t help but sigh. He swings that golf club like a seasoned pro, And his laughter echoes wherever he goes. (ooooooh-ooooohh-yeah)
(Chorus) Brycie is coming to town, saddle up your horses, The saloon’s buzzin’, and the jukebox forces. boots kick'n up, an the crowd starts cheer'n, When Brycie walks in, there’s magic in the air. (ooooohh yeah)

[guitar solo]
(Bridge) He’s got calloused hands and a heart of gold, A lonesome cowboy, but never truly alone. He’ll serenade the ladies with his old guitar, And the coyotes howl, harmonizin’ from afar.  (ooooh-yyeeeaaahh-ooooooooaaaaooo-brycieeeeeE !)
[guitar solo]
(Outro) So raise your glasses high, & let the whiskey flow, but better grab ur blades, wherever Brycie goes.  He’s the heartbeat of this town, the soul of the Best (Best!) When Brycie comes to town, you truly know ur blessed !  Brycie !! wooooahhhh-ooooh-oohhhh-ohhhh) 🤠🎶

Rustler's Roost (Brycie)

i wrote this for my 22 yr old, Brycie, who's a busy guy, and he recently said he's coming over, we'll see... :)

... created with the magic of AI (chatGpt/ UDIO)

https://www.udio.com/songs/wYWPKnmqVzwZmGdTrFJgZc

Lyrics
(Verse 1) Well, gather 'round, folks, let me tell you a tale, 'Bout a man named Brycie, with a heart full of hail
He’s a hockey-playing cowboy, sharp as a blade, With a sniper’s shot that’ll leave you amazed (oooohh-yyyaaaaaa-aaahhmazed)
[guitar solo]


(Pre-Chorus) He’s friendly and good-lookin’, a real stand-up guy, (Real stand-up guy) When Brycie’s in town, you can’t help but sigh. (You can’t help but sigh) He swings that golf club like a seasoned pro, (Like a seasoned pro) And his laughter echoes wherever he goes. (Echoes wherever he goes)

(Chorus) Brycie is coming to town, saddle up your horses, (Saddle up your horses) The saloon’s buzzin’, and the jukebox forces. (The jukebox forces) His boots kick up dust, and the crowd starts to cheer, (And the crowd starts to cheer) When Brycie walks in, there’s magic in the air. (Magic in the air) 
[guitar solo]


[guitar solo]
(Bridge) He’s got calloused hands and a heart of gold, (A heart of gold) A lonesome cowboy, but never truly alone. (Never truly alone) He’ll serenade the moon with his old guitar, (With his old guitar) And the coyotes howl, harmonizin’ from afar. (Harmonizin’ from afar)

(Chorus) BrycieeeeE, he's com'n to town, Saddle up!  (he's coming to town) (Saddle up) The saloon’s a buzzin’,  jukebox plays, his boots kick'n dust, and the crowd starts to cheer, (And the crowd starts to cheer) When Brycie walks in, there’s magic in the air. ( THE AIR ! wooooaaaahh---yeaaaah-yeeEEaaahhh- Brycie!)

(Outro) So raise your cups real high, let the coffee flow, For Brycie's a hero, wherever he may go. He’s the heartbeat of this town, the soul of the West, When Brycie is coming, we know we’re truly blessed. 🤠🎶 (...blessed !!! ....BRYCIE !!!... love always, Big Fat Daddy !)

Brycie's Breakfast Rodeo

i wrote this for my 22 yr old, Brycie, who's a busy guy, and who recently said he's coming over, we'll see... :) ... [ update: he showed ! ]

... created with the magic of AI (chatGpt/ UDIO)

https://www.udio.com/songs/st8JGpDWMb6Qkw8JTBKKwF

Lyrics
(Verse) In the heart of Kanata, where the wind whispers low, Brycie’s the man, with a soul made of gold
Hockey stick in hand, he glides on the ice, Eyes full of stardust, dreams taking flight.

(Pre-Chorus) He swings that golf club like a troubadour, Chasing fairways, seeking something more. His laughter echoes down canyons, wild and free, When Brycie’s in town, the world turns sweet.



(Chorus) Brycie’s coming to town, saddle up your horses, The café’s buzzin’, and the espresso forces. His boots kick up dust, and the crowd starts to cheer, When Brycie walks in, there’s magic in the air.
[guitar solo]

(Bridge) He’s plumbs by day, & fixes all the pipes, A cottager by night, where the cabin fire speaks. His hands calloused and honest, workin’ for a dime, But he longs for a car with fancy doors, lost in time. (lost in time  -  oooooohhh oooohh ooooooooohh oh)
[guitar solo] 

(Backup Harmony Lyrics in Brackets) (Verse) In the heart of Kanata, where the wind whispers low, (Where the wind whispers low) Brycie’s the man, with a soul made of gold. (With a soul made of gold) Hockey stick in hand, he glides on the ice, (Glides on the ice) Eyes full of stardust, dreams taking flight. (Dreams taking flight)

[guitar solo]
[guitar solo] 

(Pre-Chorus) He swings that golf club like a troubadour, (Like a troubadour) Chasing fairways, seeking something more. (Seeking something more) His laughter echoes down canyons, wild and free, (Wild and free) When Brycie’s in town, the world turns sweet. (The world turns sweet) (Brycie !!!...)
(Outro) So raise your cups of cappuccino way up high, let the aroma flow, 
For Brycie, our hero, wherever he may go. 
He’s the heartbeat of this town, the soul of the West, 
When Brycie's coming, you know u’re truly blessed. ☕🤠🎶  

(BRYCIE !)

(read) love always B-F-D ;)

Brycie's Celtic Cafe

Mike's 61st Birthday Song !

... long time local hero & friend, Mike Ilgert, had his birthday today, so, having been dabbling with newly released UDIO AI music generation, i thought i'd try a birthday song from lyrics i'd generated w chatGPT ... what STUNNING tech ! ... anyhow, here it is, warts 'n all... 

AI music generation, at this point, is a little like herding cats... its all done in 30 second chunks, that are wound together, if theres a mistake, and the version you built from is gone/deleted... you might have to start over, and. as a result, you will likely not get the exact same sound thread you had before... this will be fixed in time somehow...in anycase, the results can be absolutely stunning. 
(hats off to UDIO !)

https://www.udio.com/songs/9HTjmV5FR1TUR9LG8m5nQF

Lyrics

this next one, is dedicated to a dear friend, 
who needs no introduction, on this day, his Birthday... 
Happy Birthday Mike !
(guitar solo)
(Verse 1) In the heart of Golden Lake, where the stars align, Lives a drywaller of dreams, under moon’s soft shine. Mikie swings his hammer, paints the sky with grace, A cowboy poet, a farmer’s son, in this vast open space.

(Pre-Chorus) He used to milk the dawn, raw and wild, Creamy whispers of morning, a secret he’d compile. But the law’s long arm reached out, stern and cold, Closed the dairy barn doors, left memories untold.

(Chorus) 
Oh, MyKey, MyKeyE, your milk flowed like a stream, 
Healing elixir, a sip of celestial dream. 
My teeth, once flawless, bathed in liquid gold, 
Now bear the marks of time, stories untold.
oooooooOOOOOOOoooooo (...stories untold)

[guitar solo]

(Verse 2) 
At the Dot Com peak, our paths did intertwine, 
Binary stars colliding, laughter in the line. 
You, the putty whisperer, I, the code weaver, 
Together we danced, two cosmic believers..... 
(Together we danced, two cosmic believers)
[guitar solo]
(Pre-Chorus) 
Your German roots run deep, Hans claims you’re a sham, 
But I’ve heard your whispers in the wind, your secret grand slam. “PR-OH-ST !” we’d toast, beneath the star-studded dome, Your laughter echoing, a symphony of home. ... (a symphony of home)
(Chorus) 
Oh, MyKey, MyKey, your heart beats like a drum, 
A rhythm of resilience, battles fought and won. 
Health’s tempests may rage, but you sail on, my friend, 
Sixty-one orbits, and still counting, 'round the bend.

(Bridge) 
In the quiet of night, when the Milky Way weaves, 
I see you, MyKey, riding constellations, chasing dreams. 
Your drywall canvas, a tapestry of stardust and grace, 
Each nail a wish, each joint a celestial embrace.

(Chorus) 
Oh, MyKey, MyKey, your spirit knows no bounds, 
From raw milk to shoot'n stars, life’s sweetest sounds. 
As the sun kisses your brow, another year unfurls, 
Happy Birthday, dear MyKey, painter of cosmic swirls! 🌟🎂🎉
(MyKey, MyKey....Dry-waller to the Stars ! )
MyKey, MyKey, ... Dry Waller to us ALL !!!   
(Read Only) Happy Birthday mike, from all your friends)

Mike's 61st Birthday Song

... a friend wrote ....

" I told my wife when I die I want to be incinerated and thrown into the water and maybe that's the place to start. This way every molecule of my body will be spread across the entire Earth and you will have no choice but to think of me because every time you take a drink I'll be there..." 

 - John The Good Brush Co.

https://www.udio.com/songs/imasr3pcmKvAwH1rcVDuSP

Lyrics
..
This one's going out to aaallllll the married couples... (and many that aren't ) 
... who will eventually, have this delicate conversation.... 
May God's sweet love smile on all of you...
(guitar solo)
(Verse 1) Well, let me tell you 'bout my buddy John, The paintbrush wizard, he’s second to none. From Toronto’s streets to the open sky, He’s got a magic touch, oh my, oh my.

(Chorus) [Oooooooh] John, oh John, with your Good Brush in hand, You paint the world with colors so grand. [Aaaaahhhh] Every stroke, every hue, tells a tale, In the rhythm of life, you set sail.
oooooooOOOOOOOoooooo yyyeeeaaahhhhh
(guitar solo)
(Verse 2) John had a chat with his dear ol’ wife, Late one night, beneath the moonlight. He said, “When I’m gone, don’t you weep or cry, Just light me up, let my spirit fly.”

(Chorus) [Oooooooh] John, oh John, with your Good Brush in hand, You paint the world with colors so grand. [Aaaaahhhh] Every stroke, every hue, tells a tale, In the rhythm of life, you set sail.
(Bridge) She looked at him, eyes wide and bright, Said, “John, you’re crazy, but that’s alright. Incinerated and tossed into the sea, Your molecules dancing, wild and free.”

(Chorus) [Oooooooh] John, oh John, with your Good Brush in hand, You paint the world with colors so grand. [Aaaaahhhh] Every stroke, every hue, tells a tale, In the rhythm of life, you set sail.
(wild harmonica solo)

(Verse 3) Now, when she sips her coffee, or takes a sip of wine, John’s right there with her, in every single line. His laughter echoes in the morning dew, His love swirls in the ocean’s blue.
(guitar solo) 

(Chorus) [Oooooooh] John, oh John, with your Good Brush in hand, You paint the world with colors so grand. [Aaaaahhhh] Every stroke, every hue, tells a tale, In the rhythm of life, you set sail.
(guitar solo)

(ooooooh yeaeeaaah baby, ...johnnie love youuUUUU!!)
(guitar solo)
(Outro) So here’s to John, the painter of dreams, His legacy woven in sunset beams. When you raise your glass, remember his flair, For every drop you drink, he’s right there. (yyeeaaahhh.... JOHN ! )
(guitar solo)

(JJJoooooooohhhhnnnn !!!.... she'll never get away !)

Ooohhh yeeahhh,   ... she'll never get away ! never get away !
(Never get away, never get away)
Ya, she'll never get away, never get away, never get away  (Jooohn!)
.. she'll never get aaaaawaaaaaay…away from YOU.
(drop)

Douglas (bigsugar999)

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