Unique creation. Mad mood with a sinister touch. I liked it. Cheers

Good job Mike ! But she looks a bit sick :)) 

Amazing! I love the slightly crazy atmosphere!

ha-ha...Mike..I would have anxiety too! Very interesting improvisational; syle in your cadence delivering the lyrics...liked your reverb in the middle as the orchestration kicked in...so imaginative! :)

Love the sultry, shimmering guitar that grounds this gently but powerfully manic bit of poetry. I admire this dramatic rendering. Making your own reality and opening a unique window for all who listen. Very nice. Durge

stuff

All The Craziness Of The World Is Going Away

If there was a contest for worst song of the day,  this might have a chance.

Frank loved Chara
And Chara loved Frank
But when the doorbell rang,
Frank’s heart sank
His poor heart sank. 
And he ran upstairs
And started to quack. 

Chara was coming
Chara was coming for dinner
And she was thirty minutes early
And he hadn’t cooked one dish
Much less two. 
And he couldn’t stop flapping his arms
This was not the start of best date for two.

Frank loved Chara,
And Chara loved Frank
And Chara smiled
And Chara clapped
And she knocked on the door 
Waiting for Frank to open. 

But Frank was upstairs,
Locked in his room
Flapping his arms
Frank had quacked up
This was not Frank’s day. 
But Chara she just stayed. 

Chara was coming
Chara was coming for dinner
And Frank was flapping his arms upstairs
And there was not much they could do
Except have the worst start of a date for two. 

Frank loved Chara
And Chara loved Frank.

Frank Loved Chara

She’s an Alien
Song and Lyrics by Mike Krath

Verse 1

It’s been over a day,
She doesn’t laugh, she doesn’t play,
She sits still, she looks away,
She transmits to my thoughts, she enslaves my brain. 

Chorus

She’s an alien,
She’s possessed by an alien,
She doesn’t cook, she doesn’t clean,
She’s an alien...from Mars. 

Verse 2
It’s been over a week,
She doesn’t move, she doesn’t blink,
The whole place is starting to stink,
She’s got me on the edge, she’s making me think. 

Chorus

She’s an alien,
She’s possessed by an alien,
She doesn’t cook, she doesn’t clean,
She’s an alien...from Mars. 

Verse 3

It’s been over a year,
She doesn’t stir, she doesn’t hear,
Her skin turned blue and now it’s clear,
She’s never going to do my laundry, she’s never gonna cook my meals. 

Chorus

She’s an alien,
She’s possessed by an alien,
She doesn’t cook, she doesn’t clean,
She’s an alien...from Mars. 

Bridge

But Andromeda
It’s not a strain
To think it’s this
But then again 
It could simply be
Kepler-452b!

She's an Alien

TALK TO JESUS
music and lyrics by Mike Krath

I need someone to talk to,
Someone who hears what I say
Someone who listens when I speak
But who, who?


Not my mother,
She’s too busy,
Not my friends,
Only think of themselves
Not my cat,
She’s too lazy,
Not my father,
He is never around. 

Who, who do I go to?
Who, who do I go to?
Who, who do I go to?


Not my priest
He’s not a believer,
Not my brother,
He’s not always there,
Not my dog,
He doesn’t come when I call him,
Not my stylist,
He doesn’t know how to cut hair


Need to lay down
Need to lay down
Need to lay down
Need to lay down
Need to lay down
Need to lay down,
My soul. 

Lay it all down
Lay my soul down. 
Need to lay it all down
But who?
Who do I talk to?
8 billion people in this world
No one to talk to?
No one?
But…


Not my teacher,
He’s too academic
Not my sister,
She’s never off her phone,
Not my counselor 
He doesn’t know my name,
Not my coach
He never lets me play


Oh God,
Who do I call?
Who do I call
When no one listens?

I don’t want my life
To be a high school improv
A high school improv that 
Ends in (sound of gunfire)

Listen
Listen when I call
Who started this mess?
I didn’t ask to be here
I didn’t ask to be born

Give me someone to listen
Give me someone who understands me. 

Lay it down
Lay it down
Lay my soul down. 
Lay it…

Talk To Jesus

"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"

Bullet in My Gun
Lyrics and Music by Mike Krath

The toke I take can’t fill my hollow feeling
No matter how strong I hold it against my lungs,
The emptiness endures. 
But I laugh it off
Ha ha,
I can’t help it,
I’ve turned my emptiness into joy,
The gun by my pillow a joke
I lift it up and stare into its barrel
I smile at the bullet with my name. 
Ha ha. 

I fall to my knees,
I ask for pain,
I want trials
For a life of gain,
Bring down pain,
on bended knees
The tokes I take can’t fill
my parched soul,
Bring down pain
quench this thirsty soul

I’m tired of drugs that fry my brain,
Give me a wife to keep me sane.
And children that look up 
And call my name,
Free me with pain,
with strokes of pain,

Ohhh. Oh. I want to live again,
I want to live again
Just live again,
Please,
I just want to live
Again…

On my knees
With an empty bottle of pills,
I look under my bed for one last thrill,
I find one in the corner and pop it in my till
I fly upright,
face the window
Everything is out of sight
The birds outside are singing out my name,
The plants in my window are doing the same
And the bullet in my gun is rejoicing in its aim,
I’m turning normal now
I’m feeling normal now,
Everything is normal now,
It’s going to be a happy day. 
Hap-hap-happy, hap-hap-happy

It’s going to be a happy day.

Bullet in My Gun

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.

I Have a Doll

Mike Krath

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