So refreshing to hear music with good vocals. Nice one!

Wonderful your Vocals and Voice. I like it well done 🎤🎶😊

thanks karl ironicky i was quite unwell while recirding this one ..so its nice to know effort was worth it lol☺

Very relaxed music and smooth vocals 😃👍

Thanks for listening much appreciated.as ibsaid above i was quite unwell whille recording this so that means alot❤

this song is about trying break free of restrictions to better your life.
it could be discrimination of a racial, sexual type or even class.
the long intro signifies. the apathy and loss of direction, until  the tale is told.it was inspired by a few recent news stories 1  in Afghanistan , having to sell children because of extreme poverty and  2 a news  report on how covid had drastically affected people with mental health issues, which could be in any town in the uk..
the important thing is not to give up ,easy to say  not being in that position but fight for your right to a decent life god bless and be safe .thanks. for reading x

Roll The Dice - (Wheres THe Livin At )

this was a very organic creation.very pleased with it. a lot of effort on writing a good strong melody with  a good genuine vocal performance.
very influenced by Womack and Womack George Michael and of course Luther Vandross. a lot of effort also went into production but limited RAM meant i could not achieve all i would have liked such is  the limited system i'm using.

So Powerful-

iv'e wanted. to write this song subject  for ages .Was just waiting. for the right vessel.its a fictional story. It's written in the 3rd person style.
It opens with a women experiencing her last day on earth, but vowed her efforts to survive wont be in vain, she will donate her organs to
"those in need".  later our main character  experiences the same situation, however after much searching find a donor and are now able to carry on with life thanks to some one else's selfless act.

On a personal note at my worst stage of liver disease i was very near having to have a transplant, but fortune smiled on me and although ill never be healed i limited the damage as much as possible
DID YOU KNOW 7 PEOPLE DIE EACH DAY THROUGH A LACK OF A DONOR? EACH DONER CAN SAVE 8 LIVES AND IMPROVE 75 OTHERS

if you can give the ultimate gift..... the gift of life 
xx

The Gift ( 2nd Chance)

Introduction in English:

Last year, my wife and me bought a cottage on the Baltic Sea. It was to be something like our retirement home for the next thirty years. 
Unfortunately, this vision has so far been thwarted by our increasingly resentful neighbours. Consideration is a foreign word for them. They let their children play loud basketball as long as they want; they grill foul-smelling meat as long as they want and they party as long as they want. 
If you ask them nicely to be quiet, you will be dismissed with slogans like "We don't give a shit", "Move away if you don't like it" or "We'll do what we like".
In my helplessness and speechlessness over this dissocial stubbornness, I came across an old Beatles song called "Not a Second Time". Of course, it was composed by John Lennon in 1963 in a completely different context.
But its lyrics fit just as well with my desperate and so far largely unheard plea for more neighbourly consideration. - In particular, the lines: "You're giving me the same old line/ I'm wondering why/You hurt me then/ you're back again/No, no, no, not a second time“ sum up our current plight with these self-centred neighbours.
And as always with covers, my aim is not to get as close as possible to the original, but to transform it into a Karlit-O-Kay sound design.
The picture cover for the song is by German artist Markus Schuke.

Einleitung auf Deutsch:

Letztes Jahr kauften meine Frau und ich an der Ostsee ein Häuschen. Es sollte so etwas wie unser Alters- und Ruhesitz für die nächsten dreißig Jahre werden. 
Leider wurde diese Vision bisher von unseren zunehmend renitenten Nachbarn durchkreuzt. Rücksichtnahme ist für sie ein Fremdwort. Sie lassen ihre Kinder lautstark Basketball spielen, solange die wollen; sie grillen übelriechendes Fleisch, so lange sie wollen und sie machen Party, so lange sie wollen. 
Bittet man sie freundlich um Ruhe, wird man mit Sprüchen wie "Ist uns doch scheißegal", "Ziehen Sie doch weg, wenn es Ihnen nicht paßt" oder "Wir machen, was uns passt" abgefertigt.
In meiner Ohnmacht und Sprachlosigkeit ob dieser dissozialen Dickfelligkeit stieß ich auf einen alten Song der Beatles namens "Not a Second time". Der ist natürlich damals 1963 von John Lennon in einem ganz anderen Zusammenhang komponiert worden.
Seine Textzeilen passen aber ebenso gut zu meinem verzweifelten und bisher weitgehend unerhört gebliebenen Bitten um mehr nachbarschaftliche Rücksichtnahme. – Insbesondere die Zeilen „You're giving me the same old line/ I'm wondering why/You hurt me then/ you're back again/No, no, no, not a second time“ bringen unsere derzeitige Not mit diesen egozentrischen Nachbarn auf den Punkt, 
Und wie stets bei Covern geht es mir nicht darum, dem Original möglichst nahe zu kommen, sondern dieses in ein Karlit-O-Kay- Sounddesign zu transformieren.
Das Bild-Cover zu dem Song stammt von dem deutschen Künstler Markus Schuke.

Not a Second Time

Not A Second Time (Lennon/Mccartney)

Introduction in English:

On a Saturday, 9 June 1989, I receive a phone call from my mother at around 6 am. She seems to be laughing. But as it soon turns out, tears are bursting out of her. At first she can only say one sentence: "Your father is dead". Then her voice fails. I, who has just been roused from my sleep by the ringing, at first think it's a bad joke. My father, not even 55 years old, dead, who had been so full of energy in the last few months? With whom I had spoken lively on the phone just a week ago?
Then my eldest sister comes to the phone. She speaks like a robot, as if she has frozen all her feelings inside herself.
She confirms the sudden death of my father from a heart attack and urges me to come immediately from Berlin to southern Germany (800 kilometres away).
Much of what happened after that - from the last encounter with my father in the morgue, to the years of vacillating between feelings of liberation and sometimes massively frightening "I'll bring you to me in the realm of the dead" nightmares after his funeral, to finding a deeper inner peace with him in the last few years - I wrote down and sang about in the following song "My Father in Heaven".      
However, the song lyrics are not chronological, but set in 2011, in which I am all alone on a beautiful summer day in the cemetery where my father's grave is located. From this day I start a retrospective and an outlook.     

Lyrics:

My Father in Heaven

What a beautiful day
All alone in the graveyard 
Come to visit you
Without a grudge

It's unbelievably quiet
Hear the dead deep asleep 
In an beyond harbour
Be with you soon

I hated you sometimes 
Had you so gladly touched,
You're gone too soon 
Left me alone with the dirt 
Of this life.

Wanted to tell you so much more 
You can't sneak away like that
A moment ago you were still there  
I felt quite close to you,

Now only 
A cold hand in the morgue
Nothing more moves

My father in heaven, 
I miss you very much, 
With wistfulness my heart sometimes
Becomes so heavy

When you were suddenly dead
Many things seemed easier, 
I moved forward in life, 
I looked free

but when I slept at night,
you'd come into my dreams, 
trying to pull me over, 
to the land beyond.

You didn’t let me go for so long 
Lying like a black mourning box
On my chest and belly, 
Felt like I was in a tube 
Trapped by you.

Often couldn’t defend myself
Felt completely without power 
When in the deep of the night
you came to my room, 

without a body, 
pure soul contact,
worlds still unknown to me.

Father in heaven,
do you hear me now,
I speak to you in peace, 
I am no longer hurt.

Your grave is newly decorated,
I've picked a bouquet for you, 
I sit down with you, 
I surrender tot he silence
peaceful silence. 

I am here now, you there
even if the wall separates us,
we see each other invisibly, 
You always stay close to me, 

I'll go on now, 
Stay here, 
I'll be back soon

Father in heaven
I think of you often 
You are indispensable, 
Come with me....

My Father in Heaven

My Father In Heaven

A remix of The Walk, which was originally the opening track on my Variation album from 2021.  The remix features the stellar lead guitar work of friend, Peter Toussaint, lead guitarist and vocalist from Fourth Son South, from South Africa.  This is kind of electronica meets classic rock!  Visit Fourth Son South at https://on.soundcloud.com/8icQk

The Walk Remix

The Walk Remix With Peter Toussaint

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He Lives (2024 Version)

This  song was written by myself and pianist Barry Stansfield for  my close friend George Robson when his dad died.

The lyrics which i created were used later  for my wifes  mum Margaret Craig and recalled she lives.

The lyrics are  very fitting;

When words are empty vessels, when it comes  to times like these
(from now on .... he's gone)
And nothing makes it better, and the pain may never ease, memories, are so preciously held.
I saw myself, the pain it put you through.
You coped so well, he'd be so proud of you.
And you never really lose him, cos although hes passed away...
Every day- he'll be listening  to you
Everywhere- every thing that you do.
Cos he lives- he lives .... on
(HeLives) strongly in your memory
(HeLives) clear as any dream can be
( He Lives) you had feelings wild and strong
so how can he EVER be... gone

God bless and anyone who has lost a loved one, please feel free to adoopt

Graeme

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He Lives

This song is the first i have written in years.
it was inspired by major events in my life. and. the world.
Around a year ago i nearly died of sepsis and contracted liver disease, i already had diabetes type 2.
Then covid came along and changed the entire world.
i suddenly feel very very vulnerable.
i wanted my wife to know how much i appreciate her devotion and love looking after me.
i want her to know should the worse happen...
i will always be around and if its at all possible watch over her and protect her.
this is dedicated to anyone whos life changed overnight through no fault of their own.
9/11 7/11 Boston marathon manchester arena.
and most recently the Birmingham stabbings
may god protect you and yours 
God Bless

Love Never Leaves Us Alone.WAV

im from Glasgow.
been in music as long as i can remember.
formed bands ,gigged ,wrote songs recorded songs, produced others. colaboarated with many.
Torrance &Hollywood and Ian Donaldson to name a few.

Currently focussing on recording and starting to write again.
hoping to have songs published or collaborate with interesting influences.
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