This Lo-Fi track is inspired by my childhood visiting relatives in Corpus Christi and visiting South Padre Island

Corpus Christi

Here's a remix of King of My Heart by Bethel Music.

King Of My Heart [REMIX]

I took the numerical value of the Hebrew letters in Genesis 1 and built my melody around them. The song starts in 7/8 time, since Genesis 1:1 is seven words in Hebrew. It goes to 2/2 for two measures, to represent the first two days of creation. Then it moves to 3/4 before jumping into 5/4 (listen for the birds to signal this passage), after which it hits 6/8 and then finishes with 7/8 yet again.

Creation in 7

I grew up in Sweetwater and wanted to make a song about my old stomping grounds. I sampled Rusty78609's review of Sweetwater Lake State Park: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZRmlWIIN-Oc&t=189s

Sweetwater

I grew up listening to Sandi Patty singing "How Majestic is Your Name." The opening piano riff is still in my head, all these years later. So I figured, why not pay tribute to her amazing voice and the amazing God to whom she sang? (Lyrics based on Psalm 8).

How Majestic [REMIX]

Using the music of indigenous Papua New Guineans and a traditional Irish hymn, "Be Thou My Vision."

My Vision

This is a remix of "The Lord's Prayer" by Hillsong.

Father In Heaven [HILLSONG REMIX]

A silly rap I wrote for the next episode of D-Composed, looking more at the musical genius of Carl Stalling.
Go listen to the podcast:
https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/d-composed/id1518859311

Here's the lyrics:

Carl Stalling Rap:
[Well, Stupid, are you ready?]
[What's up, Doc?]
[I'm hunting rabbits!]

[Well, Stupid, are you ready?]
How can a man revise the face he spies inside of the mirror?
Or heavily edit inherited melody without routing the hearer?
You get knocked out and locked out feel forced to sell out by the whim of the gods.
But you grin, rub your chin, get back in and ascend above the roughest of odds. 

You’ve been told to kill the wabbit but don’t stab it 
Quite a trick when the boss stole all your ammo.
In the radio rodeo composers always stole the show,
You rode a broke piano.

Dr. Frankenstein don’t mind how the dead arrive
But he hates a shattered bone.
But you’re expected to effectively erect a million lines,
Built from eight or twelve half-tones. 

It’s not a calling to keep falling, to reap mauling, to weep always
from the pain of name calling.
[Well, Stupid, are you ready?]

But there’s one who endured and turned sand into pearl,
He’s the earl of the twirl, heard behind Porky’s curl. It’s Carl.

Carl Stalling.

Carl Stalling Rap (For D-Composed)

I wrote this to get my feelings out, because I've got a lot of them. And even though I know God is right here, I still feel like asking him where he's been this year.

Carl Stalling Rap (For D-Composed)

Isaiah Campbell

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