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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

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

Wrote this in coronavirus lockdown.  Wondered how a man would muster hope if everyone around him died. He keeps reassuring himself. The music builds to a crescendo on the hope of a new life. Then ends abruptly.

I'm Going To Find My Place Again

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.