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MIssipi River 26822

Had a pleasant morning fire roasting peppers. Three tracks of loose jamming in the the ambient groove vein - quick recording with minimal edits.

Pepperoasting

It's Such a Sad Song
Music and Lyrics by Mike Krath

She was my best friend,
Closer than a brother, 
I cried the day she died,
To me there was no other.

And now I sit alone,
Often think of her,
I let the tears flow from my face,
Flow into the river.

It's such a sad song,
For one to hear,
And it tears me up,
When no one is near.

It was a beautiful tune,
As old as the ocean,
It constantly beats its waves,
Upon my emotions.

I cried the day she died,
To me there's no other,
And I often wonder why she was taken,
Not another.

So I sit alone,
Often thinking of her,
And I let the tears keep flow,
Flow into the river.

It's such a sad song,
For one to hear,
And it tears me up,
Now that she's no here.

It was a beautiful tune,
As old as the ocean,
It still constantly beats its waves,
Upon my emotions.

It's Such A Sad Song

In this track, we go from experiencing the disarray of the inner heart chaos often felt in those dark, unforgiven, unlit spaces... to silencing the external and internal noise... the shaming and blaming voices, finding the ability to hear and synchronize our breathing with our own heartbeat, and "raise our own voice again..." living most authentically. Do not drive or operate heavy machinery until you know how your body responds to this piece in a lower frequency than typical radio music recorded 440Hz.

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Forgiveness

JensJoel & Magnus Lögdberg https://open.spotify.com/album/1myqcGud1zUxTYtdiyHxCk?si=-7FnypIZQIqpbDi6RUY6Ww

Ibland Vill Man Spela Punk

Days

Walkin' Through The November Fog

Daddy Want Be Home For Christmas,==, Gene Jumper, Merle Haggard, ( cover)

Daddy Want Be Home For Christmas,==, Gene Jumper, Merle Haggard, ( Cover)

“Great Deceiver”

The greatest liar
You never knew
Hid behind your eyes
In every room

He’d weave a word
With fine half-truths
But tie-up the yarn
When threads hung loose

He’d warp with craft
Under your nose
You could never tell
‘Cause he never disclosed

But the greatest art
He ever wrought
Was you never knew
That he was you—

He was you
Great deceiver

Yes, you yourself
You never knew
Like a drunken man
By a mirror fooled

You sold your lies
And bought them, too
Laundering your shams
For a discount dupe

Your forked tongue
Thrust to point your lies
While its other tine
Stretched to spike your mind

Like a double spy
Doubled down in disguise
Your great fraud—
Was deep down you knew

Yes, you knew
You always knew

Fabricator
Decorator
You always knew

Manipulator
Collaborator
Great deceiver

---
Music by Corey Ball
Lyrics by August Lysy

Great Deceiver

Voici une chanson très personnelle pour tous les amoureux de la Bretagne et de cette magnifique côte en particulier 
(translated below)
---- 
D'une Emeraude, une pierre
S'est enfuie la lumière
Pour se perdre en mer
Dans l'eau belle et claire

A La Garde-Guérin j'ai contemplé l'horizon 
J'ai vu : ciel, mer, le bleu le vert
Et si c'était la vision
D'une éternité sur Terre

Je ne sais pas où me mènera la vie
Loin d'ici ? près d'ici ?
Je ne sais pas où me mènera la vie
Mais je le sais, je reviendrai 
 
Là, laisser s'envoler
L'esprit sur les vagues
Et mon âme libérée
De mon corps qui s'évade

Je n'ai plus ce besoin de partir 
De parcourir le monde dans une quête infinie
Au fond de moi pour ressentir
Que tout le bonheur reste ici

Je ne sais pas où me mènera la vie
Loin d'ici ? près d'ici ?
Je ne sais pas où me mènera la vie
Mais je le sais, je reviendrai  

Et par là, sur les chemin escarpés 
J'aperçois le Nessay
Et par là, dans ce vent à décorner
Les diablotins, la Pointe du Décollé
Et c'est là, au banc de granit en retrait
Que sont encore gravés tous les amours secrets

Je ne sais pas où me mènera la vie
Loin d'ici ? près d'ici ?
Je ne sais pas où me mènera la vie
Mais je le sais, je reviendrai
Je reviendrai pour rester

-----
From an Emerald, a stone
Light has escaped
To get lost in the sea
In the beautiful and clear water

At the Garde-Guérin I contemplated the horizon 
I saw: sky, sea, blue, green
And if it was the vision
Of an eternity on Earth

I don't know where life will take me
Far from here? near here?
I don't know where life will take me
But I know I will return 
 
There, to let fly
My mind on the waves
And my soul free
From my body that escapes

I no longer have the need to leave 
To travel the world in an endless quest
Deep inside me to feel
That all the happiness stays here

I don't know where life will take me
Far from here? near here?
I don't know where life will take me
But I know I will come back

And over there on the steep paths 
I see the Nessay
And over there in the wind
The imps, the Pointe du Décollé
And it's there, on the hidden granite bench
That all the secret loves are still engraved

I don't know where life will take me
Far from here? near here?
I don't know where life will take me
But I know I will come back
I will come back to stay

L'Emeraude

A Presence

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.