"Blues For Lornica (Lornica Blues)"

Lyrics and Music: Jonas L. Cockson

Playin' round a corn-picker
on her daddy's farm
thas where lil' Lornica
lost her little arm
My one-armed woman
She's really been
through hell
this is my ode to her
Her story I will tell..

Met her one a bar-stool
drowning in some rye
one arm, one hand, one smile
and a
pair of sapphire eyes
Oh--what a woman!
My heart began
to melt
this is my song to her
Her story I do tell..

Stumbling on the train tracks
bottle in her hand
well she had up and left me
for a
younger one-armed man
(you see)
she always loved me
and so she faced
the train
She gained a new beginning
and lost a life 
of pain..

Her body mutilated
snow is painted red
found her hand beside
the tracks 
and as I wept – yes – I said,
"My one-armed woman – a lady
fine and grand
This is the last time
I'll ever hold
yer hand
This is my goodbye
to you
I hope we'll 
meet again
I know we'll meet again
We'll meet again!"

Copyright 2021

"Blues For Lornica"

Once Puckish Echoes Cup Kin Such Kip Cone Chicken Soup

jan 10 2022

Scronk

East And West

Yesterday When I Was Young

I Have a Doll
Music and Lyrics by Mike Krath

I have a doll,
And I call her Boo. 
And when I pick her up,
It says booga,
And I say boo. 
I also have a pet snake that’s named Elizabeth,
And a bite from her assures a most horrible death,
Once in bed,
I had anxiety,
That Elizabeth would escape,
And make a lunge for me,
And I wouldn’t know what to do
Or how to flee. 

Now you think that I’ve gone mad,
But it’s not what you think,
And it makes me sad,
So maybe you could help,
With your sanity,
To help me redeem
Humanity.

First we begin with a cup of tea,
And one or two sugars, if you please,
And a crumpet or cucumber sandwich to munch,
Then an introduction to Elizabeth,
To bite you for lunch. 
Then you’ll fall,
And I’ll  get up and dance,
And pick up my doll and throw it by chance
And hope it hits you to make it say boo,
And I doubt you’ll be able to say booga,
That’s not what you do. 
That’s not what you do. 

Now this is a dream I once had,
That Lizabeth was swallowing Boo
To make me more mad,
And you came over in a cup of tea,
And you raised its sail
And we set out to sea. 

But Elizabeth won’t like it,
And will swim to our boat,
And our little excursion,
Will be breathless at most,
And Boo will our captain,
And you will be our liege,
And we’ll have a great time together,
In the middle of the sea.

I Have a Doll

Born in the year of the Monkey
Turning my whole world around

Oh Darlin 
Monkey Love

I sing this song for you
From the dark spaces of mine
You always pull me through

Our Song has no words
It's just too complex
But ohh Monkey Love

I just love you

The curves of your back
The strength of your mind
The smoothness of your skin

The fullness of your lips
Puckering    for a kiss

The Brown of your eyes
The tint and the tone

ahhh

Oh Monkey Love
My Monkey Love 

I just love you
❤

Monkey Love

I bought this children's guitar at GoodWill for less than $15... I put $6 worth of good nylon strings on it.  And then I just played it.  Maybe I'm out of line... especially since I set the levels too high when recording it.  But there's something about this recording: I guess beauty is in the ear of the beholder...

Children's Goodwill Nylon Guitar W Levels Too Hot

Waking Up To A Copper Sunrise 00:00
Bloom 04:08

Waking Up To A Copper Sunrise/Bloom

Original music by FPMORINSTUDIO/Francois Pierre Morin

Boubou

Gray Hair of Wisdom
Music and Lyrics by Mike Krath

I wrote this song for you,
When I was very young,
When the world was a large place,
And it’s heroes were unsung,
When make-believe was real,
And nothing we did was wrong.  
And passion was our guide,
that moved our love along.
Passion was our guide,
that moved our love along.

I wrote this song for you,
When your face was still so young,
When the world had become a smaller place,
And its heroes now undone,
When beliefs were challenged,
To question right from wrong,
Until all that was left was strength
To carry our love along,
All that was left was strength 
To carry our love along. 

I wrote this song for you,
When I had nothing young to say,
When the world had become old,
And it’s heroes kept at bay,
When darkness now reigned,
To block the midday sun,
But the gray hair of wisdom
Guided our love along,
The gray hair of wisdom,
Guided our love along.

Gray Hair Of Wisdom

I’m a song-writer who enjoys creating music of any genre.

My son recently introduced me to A.I. and taught me how to do covers of my previously released non-A.I. music. Since I've never considered myself a performer (except playing with worship bands at church or solo-piano at a rehab center) using A.I. is right up my alley.

Since I've  exhausted using my previously released music for A.I. covers, I now compose music in a DAW, rip to a wave file, and make an A.I. cover of this wave file. I then write lyrics to the A.I. music. It takes around 100 A.I. iterations to complete the lyrics and get a style I'm happy with.  

Brief Bio: Lived more than a quarter of my life overseas (Egypt, Saudi Arabia, Turkiye, Italy, Japan, South Korea, and Taiwan). Each country gave me an appreciation for different types of music plus probably why I get bored easily in sticking with one genre or another.