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in recognition of mental health awareness week..............the blues parade has often passed my way.........peace & cheers for having a listen........



hear that rumble over the hill
shaking the glass from the window sills 
hide the money and lock the tills
here comes the blue parade

in the distance hear that noise
no need to be alarmed there boys
just keep it straight and hold your course
it's just the blue parade

it'll start real early, break of dawn
won't get much sleep from the night before
better nail down the shutters and deck the halls
here comes the blue parade

well my mind mightn't know what's goin on
but my ears are tuned to the pipers song
hands get sweaty yea it won't take long
here comes the blue parade

you might meet someone, head hung low
not much to say nowhere to go
together you can try and mend your souls
among the blue parade

you might be strangers when you start 
when the dust settles you'll never part
cos you made a pact with the bleeding hearts
now you're part of the blue parade

well my mind mightn't know what's goin on
but my ears are tuned to the pipers song
heart starts thumping yea it won't take long
here comes the blue parade

step in time march 4 to the floor
people be staring, don't matter no more
cos you sold the sink and the kitchen door
to join the blue parade

hear them blow their whistles. colors bright
seems to me to be a hell of a night
but if you look inside you'll get a fright
yea that's the blue parade

aint the time to think if what you're doing's right
just stay in line and keep your mouth shut tight
you're about to take the ride of your life
here comes the blue parade

well my mind mightn't know what's goin on
but my ears are tuned to that pipers song
god help me where did i go wrong
to end up in the blue parade
here comes the blue parade

The Blue Parade

SHARON IN THE SUMMER

Music: Janne Hennie & Little Man
Lyrics & Vocals: Janne Hennie
Instruments & Mix: Little Man

Lyrics:

I am a woman with many faces
But you never saw the one with the truth
I have been so many places
Along the way I left you some clues..
If you haven't found them, they are still there
Hidden..Waiting for you

I've been high up in the mountains
I've been down by the sea
But I never wore the same face
You never saw the pain in me
If you haven't found me , I am still there
Hidden..Waiting for you

Help me get down from the mountain
Follow the road down to the sea
And if you look closely you will find me
Hidden... Waiting for you

Hidden.. Waiting for you..

Hidden

On Sunday, 18 May 2025, I marched with 100,000 human beings in The Hague, the Netherlands. We marched in a long Red Line against the genocide in Gaza. I walked most of the way with tears in my eyes; profoundly touched by this show of humanity. 
On Monday, 19 May 2025, I wrote the lyrics for a song titled, This Red Line. 
On Tuesday, 20 May 2025, I picked up my guitar and improvised a melody, clean slate, and recorded only one take on my iPad. This is it.
Today, Wednesday, 21 May 2025, I publish this song as my tribute to the people of Gaza and to all the human beings I marched with on Sunday, 18 May 2025. It is raw and unpracticed and far from perfect. But I feel in it the pain I have experienced since 7 October 2023, and the overwhelming power of humanity I so intensely felt during that historic march in The Hague, when the human beings in the Netherlands said, ‘No more genocide! Never again!’

This Red Line - Lyrics
In shadows deep where hatred breeds,
A whisper turns to violent deeds.
A people marked, a target set,
Humanity begins to fret.
 
The signs are there, the words take hold,
A story tragically unfolds.
As we gaze up at darkened skies
As fields turn red, and tongues are tied
 
But there's a line, a crimson thread,
Where life is sacred, fear is dead.
This line we hold, with hearts ablaze,
Against the darkness, through the haze.
No further step, no inch will yield,
On hallowed ground, on battlefield.
Genocide's shadow shall not reign,
This line we hold, again, again.
 
The cries unheard, the pleas ignored,
As innocence is stripped and gored.
The world looks on, a silent shame,
While precious lives are put to flame.
 
But deep within, a fire starts,
To mend the broken, bind the hearts.
A human voice calls out with No! 
Its echo sounds cross bloody lands
 
And there's a line, a crimson thread,
Where life is sacred, fear is dead.
This line we hold, with hearts ablaze,
Against the darkness, through the haze.
No further step, no inch will yield,
On hallowed ground, on battlefield.
Genocide's shadow shall not reign,
This line we hold, again, again.
 
It's not just borders on a map,
It's in the silence, in the gap
Between our words and what we do,
The promise we must see it through.
For every soul unjustly lost,
A heavy, bitter, human cost.
 
And there's a line, a crimson thread,
Where life is sacred, fear is dead.
This line we hold, with hearts ablaze,
Against the darkness, through the haze.
No further step, no inch will yield,
On hallowed ground, on battlefield.
Genocide's shadow shall not reign,
This line we hold, again, again.

This line we hold...
Against the darkness...
Again... again...


This Red Line

I pulled the cart out from the stack 
And could tell right away it was hobbled 
I should have just put the cart back 
The front wheel violently wobbled 

But I was, of course, running late 
And I thought, with the cart, I could deal 
And thus, I had sealed my fate 
I chose a cart with a wobbly wheel 

My guests would soon be at my door 
The pressure upon me was mounting 
My boss and his wife and the man HE works for 
And the beautiful girl from accounting 

But my cart wheel’s clickety clacking 
My shopping trip now an ordeal 
It’s too late now, there’s no backtracking 
Wehn you’ve chosen a wobbly wheel.  

Wobbly Wheel 

The wobbly wheel made me tardy 
And my guests went home hungry and tired 
My boss was displeased about the missed dinner party 
And I was shortly thereafter that fired 

I never recovered from losing 
My job, it was less than ideal 
God punished me greatly for choosing 
The cart with the wobbly wheel 

Wobbly Wheel 

I stole the cart off of the stack 
I needed a place for my clothes 
I lived under a bridge near a railroad track 
Since the bank on my house did foreclose 

And now a homeless man wanders the city 
From dumpsters he picks his next meal 
But this man doesn’t warrant your pity 
He chose the cart with the wobbly wheel 

Wobbly Wheel

The Wobbly Wheel

Lyrics from a poem I published in High School. 

Lyrics

In the garden of Eden,
I lie myself down,
to wash my throat,
full of fresh, spring water,
and I ride in the sky,
on the billowy clouds,
where is nothing to hide,
and everyone doesn't care,
they are happy at each others' work,
and I eat the good fruit,
throwing out the bad,
I sing and dance,
nobody cares,
everybody is happy,
there is love in the garden,
of Eden,
and lie yourself down,
and look at yourself,
as I have,
and you shall never be angry,
never.

In the Garden of Eden

Stumbled across this gem.  Never been a huge Bob Dylan fan but now i am getting into his music.  His music is just special. Hope you enjoy my take of this song.

one more cup of coffee_{Bob Dylan Cover}

Is it a scary Halloween in July with zero treats and a bagful of disaster?! Everywhere I look in the outside world, countless tragedies, terror, and horror stories run on continuous loop. That’s why, in addition to family illness and death, I took a few months away to explore my inner creative world, where, to quote the psychic medium Tangina from the movie, Poltergeist, “There is peace and serenity in the light.”  🔮😆😜🖤

A proposed soundtrack for a suspense thriller, and a track from the upcoming release of my Time Machine EP. 
 
Electro chill NuJazz with hip hop beats and a touch of tango

I use what I consider a classic hip-hop rhythm for the hi hats that may seem dated, but it’s comforting as a familiar element, me being a fan of Boom Bap, and it adds tension like a pesky fly or a nagging thought. The composition overall is more playful than serious, but sometimes people laugh to keep from crying. Or screaming 😱 

An original composition, no AI, produced digitally using a MIDI keyboard and DAW.

66 bpm

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DAW: Apple Logic Pro X 
MIDI: Akai Professional keyboard 

E-INSTRUMENTS
Concert Grand 
Ambient Lead
Clarinet Solo 
Session Strings 
Lunar Chords
Deterioration synth 
Deep Round Synth Bass 
Minimal Techno Pattern 
E-PERCUSSION 
Drum ‘N Bass Remix Kit 
Pop Kit

LoFi audio of thunderstorm recorded live on June 7, 2025.

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COVER ART: A composite of AI-generated images via the DaVinci app, designed and altered using Photoshop.

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Hidden Room

Sparks (For two + guitars)

Whiskey glass

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.

In the Garden of Eden

Mike Krath