brilliant, Mike! So astute in your observations and vocal delivery! Had to smile at these lines...my fav was "Not my priest He’s not a believer,"  and on you go from there...love it!...loved the high school improv reference and the pause and shot...word! :)

Awesome. I would call that “post-punk punk”. :-)

this is really great, like it very much... :)

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

https://bentenlaughing.blogspot.com/2024/04/danse-breakdown-arterial-flow-in.html

https://davidkaspencer.bandcamp.com/track/danse-breakdown-vocals-vocalatti-co-writers-kadish-lucas-scott-slater

Northern soul, Latin, Funk. Psychedelia. 
Danse Breakdown'. Vocals. Vocalatti. Music. David. k. A. Spencer
New music, composition, encompassing , the vocals of 'the original song, Danse Danse': Kadish, Lucas, Scott, Slater (Apra/Amcos 2022)

David Lucas and his late father, Bill Lucas, an acclaimed Sydney architect attended my voice workshops held by the "Once Extra Dance Company" back in the "80's". Adventurous , creative souls with no holds barred on what was the beginnings of Danse Danse. It was then called "Dance Out Of Beat" and was a commentary on the club scene that I'd very much been a part of in the "60's" In recent times I invited Annette Scott on board who has brought it brilliantly to fruition along with my longtime collaborator, Jazz pianist/composer, Kirk Kadish. Now we have a new take on the current dance scene with a touch of empowerment as to who has the final moves.  

Janice Slater

Please go over and listen to more wonderful music @arterial-flow

Danse Breakdown. (Vocals) Vocalatti

I just posted a silly tune because I needed cover for this one -- it's pretty heavy.  It's about a neighbor who has ALS, which is one of the worst diseases that anyone could get. Sorry if this is too somber, it kinda had to get done.

Artwork by Carlos Cardona -- Jukar:  https://www.instagram.com/stories/jukarcardona/
https://www.flickr.com/photos/133332765@N07/

Marking Time
the first misstep is a vital sign
but you can never know if it was just the fault of wine
how you missed it doesn't matter anymore anyhow
just rest your eyes and breathe for now

the tiny comforts of each day
the simple pleasures that remain 
binding soul to body
until the morning that this all goes away

I'm only marking time till the day that the end is in sight
I won't there to hold your hand like you're holding mine
and it's tearing me up inside

I think she's out there working on another plan
she thunders through the day with all these papers and phone in hand
as if some new ray of science
will shine a light on what we don't understand

every morning birds singing outside my window
sunlight shining down into my eyes
I know I'll never see the faces of children
born to my own child
but if I'll see you in another life know that I'm satisfied

the tiny comforts of each day
these simple pleasures that remain 
while I'm soul in body
until the morning that this all goes away

I'm only marking time till the day that the end is in sight
I won't there to hold your hand when it's your time
I'll be there on the other side

Marking Time

LYRICS

All my friends are telling me
You're not loyal - you're a cheat
They say that you have brought me down
They want to meet me on the town

I will secede
I will secede 
I will secede 
I will secede 

I've been sad since meeting you
You've made me look like such a fool
Now I hear you're whispering names
All your friends think I'm insane

I will secede
I will secede 
I will secede 
I will secede

That's why my friends been tellin' me
There's something that I oughta see

I Will Secede

I'm sorry y'all--this is another downer of a song with preachy lyrics but it's an idea that came up and demanded to be completed. 

The only side I take is the human one, but I couldn't have more contempt for the ostensible leaders of both Gaza and Israel who seek their own interests at the cost of so much suffering among innocents. Nothing good comes out of "Let's go kill some people."



You Let This Happen

have you understood that this is the final warning call
abandon hope all those that linger here

you lived the diamond life and could not lend your ears
and now the sand is wet with blood beyond our wildest fears 
how could you let this happen here

we plant the seeds of death beside the seeds of life 
so they can pay the price and have the will to fight

the bloodied face that no one could identify
now here's the news that was a mother's precious baby
how could you let this happen here

so how do you think this story ends
when it begins with the death of innocents
another thousand years of war is in the cards
another generation with daggers in their hearts

and you let it happen

You Let This Happen

Lyrics 

Wheat fields shine like golden sheets
In your mind you still believe
You’re different from all the grain
Only you can feel this certain pain

Window’s open to your street
You hear the gentle sigh of the breeze
No traffic there to clutter up
What once was there to shut you up

Free from the ego
Free from the pride
It’s simple to just be alive

Free from the ego 
Free from the pride
It’s simple to just be alive

In the mirror you sustain 
A glaring at your simple frame
This wishing for a better you
Is all that you seem to do

Free from the ego
Free from the pride
It’s simple to just be alive

Free from the ego 
Free from the pride
It’s simple to just be alive

Just be alive
Don’t bite the apple

You are just as meant to be 
A perfect mix of biology
There’s no peace you can’t achieve
You just have to change what you see

Free from the ego
Free from the pride
Simple just to be alive

Eden

Performed by David Cooper

Written by:

Music - David Cooper

Words - Ralph Donkin

Don't need no religion to pray
Don't need no opinion to say
Say what I feel
Pray when I kneel
It makes no difference to me

Don't need no secrets to keep
Don't need no dreams to sleep
Sleep when I'm tired
Secrets undesired
It makes no difference to me

Chorus

No tears
No fears
It's just the way that it is
No cheers
No jeers
It's just the way that it is

Don't need no physician to heal
Don't need no politician to steal
Steal from the poor 
Pain I'll endure
It makes no difference to me

Don't need no education to learn
Don't need to go back to return
Return to where
There's no knowledge to share
It makes no difference to me

Chorus

Don't need no flowers to grow
Don't need no ill wind to blow
Blow me a kiss
And if you miss
It makes no difference to me

It makes no difference to me
It makes no difference to me
It makes no difference to me

It Makes No Difference To  Me (Cooper/Donkin Collaboration)

Dancehall infused , acid house.  Dedicated & inspired by the legendary DJ, Jake.

Spencer House (Dedicated to jaKe)

l'essaim éternel du désir (the eternal swarm of desire)

Music: Xian3
Guitar: JayK (Gebr.K)
Vocals: Xian3

Text:
The mute years

Dear it’s me, haven’t seen you in a long while 
i wish we could have had more time to talk
when we were eye to eye

There’s still hope in me that one day we will meet again
that we will meet again somewhere, surely it won’t be the same

The mute years, we  are just watching them walking by and sometimes i cry, i cry tears
secretly into my self and all one hears might be  a slight sigh

There’s still hope in me…

those early memories were full of happiness and magic for me
We were sitting under a blooming tree and would have three wishes for free

There’s still hope in me…

… and that we at least could try to talk about it

The Mute Years (Xian3 feat. JayK)

takechee

Silent Spring

I'm a keyboardist with a love for layering sounds to create ambient, ethereal atmospheres and composing simple piano pieces to embellish. I love all genres of music, and find myself composing different types depending on my mood of the day.

I’ve never had formal training. As a teen, my parents wouldn’t let a piano in our house in Egypt, so I studied piece-meal at friends’ homes. When I got to college, I learned by going to university piano practice rooms. In my 40’s, I met my birth-mom who turned out to be a child prodigy, winning a Van Cliburn competition by playing Rachmaninoff at age 11. Most of what I play today, I learned from the techniques she taught me. 

I’m an American who has lived abroad for a good part of my life in Egypt, Turkey, Japan, South Korea, Saudi Arabia, Italy, Taiwan, and now back to Texas.

Talk To Jesus

Mike Krath

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