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Very cool lyrics matched with such a catchy beat!! It’s a tempting offer (to go to church!)

Across Endless Space

I Hear Bagpipes
Music and Lyrics: Mike Krath
DAW: Reason
Mix: Ozone 11

Lyrics

I hear bagpipes,
On this still night,
I hear them at this moment,
Can you hear them?

I hear bagpipes,
On this starry night,
I hear them in the shadows,
Can you hear them?

Chorus
I hear them playing,
From over the hill,
Coming for me,
then coming for you
Can you hear them, my friend,
Can you hear them?

Interlude

I hear bagpipes,
On this moonless night,
I hear them in the darkness,
Can you hear them?

I hear bagpipes,
On this quiet night,
I hear them from my future,
Can you hear them?

Chorus

Outro

I Hear Bagpipes

My Sunday posting. An AI cover of a song I wrote and released in the early 90's on a now no-longer-in-distribution album.

Local Church
Music and Lyrics: Mike Krath

Lyrics

come on baby,
come with me,
come on baby ,
come with me,
Let's go to see,
what we can see.
At a local church,
come on with me baby.
come with me,
Let's go see a church, 
and let's go see what we can see,
Come with, 
Come with me,
Come with, 
Come with me,
Come with,
Come with me,
there's salvation,
there is.

Local Church

Come, Come Dance With Me
Music and Lyrics: Mike Krath

Lyrics

Come, come dance with me,
Do not fear, for I shall not step on your feet,
I promise to dance away from you,
Never mean to hurt you. 

Please, please arise.
I don't want to dance without you,
I really love you,
I promise these feet won't hurt you. 

Arise, arise from your chair,
I am waiting here for you,
These feet won't stomp you,
I promise not to hurt you.

Come, come dance with me. 
Do not fear, for I shall not harm you,
Only want to dance with you, 
Never mean to hurt you.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Arise, arise from your chair.
I am waiting here for you,
These feet won't stomp you,
I promise not to hurt you.

Come, come dance with me. 
Do not fear, for I shall not harm you,
Only want to dance with you, 
never mean to hurt you.

Come, come dance with me,
Come, come dance with me,
Come, come dance with me.

Come, Come Dance With Me

Rich but Poor
Music and Lyrics: Mike Krath

Lyrics

I'm arrogant,
and conceited like you Babe,
Like your father,
Rich but poor,
Clothes tattered but in smooth suede.

I'm advantageous,
And rob those like you do Babe,
Like your mother,
Shrewd with greed,
Stealing but with loving hate.

Nothing's true,
Nothing's a lie,
We're so loaded,
Everything's right.
Nothing stands  in our way,
Nothing ever makes us cry.

I'm satiated,
and devour money like you Babe,
Like your family,
Full but weak,
Standing tall but not in shape.

Money, money, money,
Rain it down on us,
money, money, money,
Open those umbrellas
Catch those lusts.

Nothing's true,
Nothing's a lie,
We're so loaded,
Everything's right.
Nothing stands  in our way,
Nothing ever makes us cry.

Rich but Poor

Pure bubblegum shlock.

Queen of Gasping
Music and Lyrics: Mike Krath

Lyrics

Gasping, gasping (x10)

One moment,
Let me catch my breath,
And I'll walk with you,
Once again,
You've knocked the wind,
out of me,
And I can't walk when I can't breathe.

You're truly the queen,
the queen of gasping,
I've no choice,
In your passing,
But to bow and start...

Gasping, gasping (x10)

You should be arrrested,
Locked in a place,
Where there's no key.
And I can't see your face,
Just to breathe again,
and stop...

Gasping, gasping (x10)

Stop please,
Stop, please,
stop being the queen,
The queen of gasping.

Gasping, gasping (x20)
Gasping, gasping

Queen of Gasping

Move Your Body a Little Bit

Hega - Tree Of Life - 08 Temples

Recorded in Modesto, Ca.  Featuring Hammond B3 Electric Organ solo. Flute solo. Vibraphone solo. Acoustic Stand-up Bass. Gibson L5 Electric Guitar Rhythm. Hammond B3 Electric Organ with Bass Paddles. Drums Acoustic Full Kit Set. Percussion Chimes Tree, 22" Ride & Swing Cymbal. 

Lighthouse Years

Jimmy's Place

This is a song from the upcoming album “YONDER.” YONDER is a team with rakia.
“faraway” is an emotional song about mental landscapes.
https://youtu.be/8TfRAFZDQfQ?si=ug0bjvlN_SdyRhh8
https://linkco.re/e4upzQs2

Title/Faraway
Words and vocals /Khan
Sound, mix & prod/rakia
rakia
 https://soundcloud.com/rakia1200
lyrics
[Faraway]

Smell good tranquil snow
Small cloud turned into snow
Smell good tranquil snow

Who I am
I don’t know 
Am I just thoughts ?
Thoughts have made me
Who I am
I don’t know 
Am I just thoughts ?
Thoughts have made me
ここにいるつかの間
理由を知ることなく
自分を選んだわ
あなたは
あなたを

遠く遠く離れたところで
誰かが叫ぶ
遠く遠く離れたところで
心が裂ける
もう遠すぎて私には
雪のよう
ここにいるつかの間
訳を知ることなく
自分を選んだわ
あなたは
あなたを

Faraway(feat YONDER with rakia)

Digital Age

No one knows what they’re doing
Don’t believe everything you think
Some things aren’t worth pursuing
Don’t believe everything you think
Feelings aren’t facts
They’re weapons of mass distraction
Holding on won’t change the past
You can win the game by not playing
Complaining won’t change the past
You can win the game by not playing
Don’t believe everything you think
No one knows what they’re doing
Don’t believe everything you think
Some things aren’t worth pursuing
Don’t believe everything you think
If everything around you is darkness, you may be the light
If everything around you is darkness, you may be the light
If everything around you is darkness, you may be the light

Don't Believe Everything You Think

Vibes (Under My Skin)

Dollar Bill from the screaming trees.  RIP “Dark” Mark Lanegan

Dollar Bill $🌞$

Blackout Jam (joerxworx flute remix)

Craanford Mills, Co. Wexford, Ireland. Est. 1610

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Ub1vGBcc6o

Tuning Open C - 444 Hz A

The Old Mill

Great wild grains
Human tamed grass
For thousands of years
Ground sustenance passed
We priced this grind in Latin d
To Craanford mills
History we see

Destination for read news
The illiterate learned in kiln room
Tools of health from hard French stone
Great gears of life
Good kids to hone

Great milestones carved
Celtic design
Our base stone still
Upper runner grind
Our mill stone dresser
Life ground by hands
Grooved harps our patterns of furrows and lands

Old Mill give us pill

Good lands be dressed
Carve cracks as furrows
Pick wonky tool bran cleaned from kernal
Prove worn stone
Jack stick paints red
Red ochre even our fine stone bed

Wonder wheel of water
Overshot it strikes
Thunderous gravity falls for Mill might
Gargantuan gears turn our great stones
Feed us our years fine sustenance tones

____________________________________________

Irish Stream

This stream holds all the real power
This stream just goes with the flow
This stream pre dates our short hour
This stream shows how we all can go
This stream holds life
This stream recycles
This stream has not strife
This stream is joule's cycle
This stream is us
This stream is body
This stream sees no fuss
This stream forever hobby
This stream is real
This stream is truth
This stream pure scene
This stream is for youth
This stream holds ALL the real power
This stream is future as most true hour

The Old Mill

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.

Local Church

Mike Krath

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