Recorded in November. Mistakes etc. included. 
It's an old English tune but my arrangement here is a little more generic of these isles - there's an English style penny whistle and an Irish style tin whistle in the mix.

Drive the Cold Winter Away

Forgive What You Cant Forget

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

https://youtu.be/FJseC1vzzfI
Childhood has its secrets and wonders - but who can tell them, and who can interpret them? We have all wandered through this silent forest of wonders - we all once opened our eyes in blissful stupor, and the beautiful reality of life flooded our souls. In our hearts it was bright like spring sky, fresh like violet fragrance - silent and holy like a Sunday morning.

Die Kindheit hat ihre Geheimnisse und Wunder - aber wer kann sie erzählen, und wer kann sie deuten? Wir sind alle durch diesen stillen Wunderwald gewandert - wir haben alle einst in seliger Betäubung die Augen geöffnet, und die schöne Wirklichkeit des Lebens überflutete unsere Seele. Im Herzen war es hell wie Frühlingshimmel, frisch wie Veilchenduft - still und heilig wie ein Sonntagsmorgen.

Friedrich Max Müller (1823 - 1900)

🎞️ Video

What Remains Of... (Romping Short Version)

Hop The Juice

I set out to make a light and sensible track. This happened instead.

This track has a short video: https://www.instagram.com/p/CakT6T9gyhg/

Senseless

Sometimes, when the stars align late at night (...and I practice), I can get in the groove and hopefully capture in my hands what I'm thinking in my head.

DAVEHEFFNER.COM

Good Times

What's The Point In A Huge World If You Have Tight Shoes

A Nonage Tax Lighten Exhale Atoning Tang Attain Hexagon Glen

Hymn For Humanity

Out of the Box November 2022
Everybody wants one...

Happy Ending

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.