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My son came over and asked to help him revamp an old song of his to a Killer's sound.  Here's our attempt.

I'm a Real Vampire
Song and Lyrics by Matt Krath
Mix by Mike Krath
artwork from hotpot.ai/art-generator
artificially enhanced using SUNO

Lyrics

I’m a real vampire,
You are just a dreamer,
You can never, never, never, never, ever,
Be a real vampire,
Cause you’re just a dreamer,
You can never, never, never, never, ever,
Be like me.

Do you want to be like me?
Do you want to be like me?
You need to sleep all day,
And then we dance all night.
I’m saying…
Do you want to be like me?
Do you want to be like me?
You need to sleep all day,
Then we dance all night.
I’m saying…
Do you want to be like me?
Do you want to be like me?
You need to sleep all day,
Then we dance all night.
I’m saying…

I'm a Real Vampire

I wrote and revised this song based on a short story I wrote about a date gone horribly wrong.

“No! She can’t be here already!” He ran into his bedroom, slammed the door and fell on his plush, king-size bed. He started to breath heavy and then…then…he started to flap his arms in excitement—a very rare type of involuntary movement. “Quack! Quack!” 

Frank Loves Chara
Music and Lyrics by Mike Krath
artwork from hotpot.ai/art-generator
artificially enhanced using SUNO

Lyrics

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

Frank Loved Chara

A country version of my original song.  I think country better expresses the singer's lament.

I Saw a Man in the Dark
Music and Lyrics: Mike Krath
artificially enhanced using SUNO

Lyrics

I saw a man in the dark
last night
It wasn’t me,
Couldn’t be,
Shouldn’t be,
Oh no. 

I saw a man give in
to himself
It wasn’t me, 
couldn’t be,
Shouldn’t be
oh no.

Days and days
And months between
And years and years
And no between
And what is left
But solid thoughts
Of wasted opportunities 
And life goes on,
Keeps going on
When I just want to quit

Did I love my children,
their friends,
my spouse,
will my love be
in their memories
when I'm gone?

I saw a man in the dark
last night
It wasn’t me,
Couldn’t be,
Shouldn’t be,
Oh no.

I Saw a Man in the Dark

Music and lyrics: Mike krath 
artificially enhanced using SUNO 

Lyrics

Hey, Hey,
Hey, Hey

The marbles I just got back in my brain,
Have fallen out and rolled away again,
Rolled away again. 

All because you made me mad,
By all you did and said,
You drove me mad again
By all you did and said.

The marbles I just got back in my brain,
Fell out and rolled away, instead.
And now you tell me the sun is shining
To burn away all my gray,

And you stepped on my hands,
Trying to pick myself up,
All in a beautiful disarray. 

Interlude

The marbles I just got back in my brain,
Have fallen out and rolled away again,
Rolled away again. 

Ha-ha, and you're not even sad,
and I'm stark raving mad,
Ha-ha, and you're not even sad,
and I'm stark raving mad,

Ha-ha, you taught me how to laugh again.
And you're not even sad,
And I'm stark raving mad.

The marbles I just got back in my brain,
Have fallen out and rolled away again,
Rolled away again. 
But all in a beautiful disarray,
All in a beautiful disarray.

Rolled Away Again

Here We Are Once Again
Music and Lyrics: Mike Krath

Lyrics

Well…here we are once again,
Alone in this cafe,
The place we began as friends,
All on a sunny day.
While everyone else sat outside,
Watching the world go by,
We sat and fell in love,
Thanks to the by and by.

Chorus 
Here we are once again,
At the table where it all began,
Eating food and enjoying life,
And with you … my wife.

Verse 2
Do you hear the birds outside
Chirping loudly above?
What was passed down from years ago
When we first confessed our love
Overheard when we were young,
And now repeated from the beaks of doves,
Can you hear them? It’s easy.
They’re all singing our song.

Chorus 
Here we are once again,
At the table where it all began,
Eating food and enjoying life,
And with you … my wife.

Verse 3
Oh…I can’t think of anywhere else,
I’d rather be,
Than with the memories of you and I here,
Having our first cup of tea.
And to cherish this very moment,
With the woman I adore,
Nothing could make me any happier,
Or to want anything more.

Here We Are Once Again

Revised original for better vocals

To Mary Jo
Music and Lyrics: Mike Krath
artificially enhanced using SUNO

Lyrics

There's a cemetery on the hill
that contains my next of kin,
and some were fat, and some were thin,
and that’s all I remember of them,
And I walk among their stones without a thought,
On my way to my Mary Jo’s plot.

And I spread a blanket near her stone,
And I lay a red rose down,
Then I sit and talk of our son,
How’s he been doing all year ‘til now.
And I tell her what’s important,
And what she’d needs to hear
And if I miss something,
Oh well, there’s always next year.

And the first year I told her he walked,
As one would expect,
But his first words were mama, not dada,
And he did it to show her respect,
And his second year he was trouble,
And I was glad she wasn’t around,
And in the third I disciplined him in anger,
And I wasn’t very proud.

And his fourth and fifth were happy,
All he did was play
Then he cried going into first grade,
and I really wanted him to stay,
And then on and on through little league,
and up to seventh grade,
and his girlfriends made me sad,
And it made him feel dismayed
But High School I let him go
To choose his path to walk,
But he still asked my advice about life and such
And we had real times of talk.
Then the dreaded day came,
When he asked if he could drive,
And I made a face, but still paid his course
And thank God he’s still alive.

And today I want to tell you,
Our boy graduated this week,
he looked so nice in his cap and gown,
so grown up now,
you'd be so proud,
and he graduated with honors,
He's so smart,
just like you were,
So proud, Mary Jo,
so proud.

Now Mary Jo it’s getting cold up here,
And I need to be heading down,
But I’ll return again next year, my love,
To let you know all our son’s doings above this ground.

There's a cemetery on the hill
that contains our next of kin,
and some were fat, and some were thin,
and that’s what people remember of them,
But a woman who died before her son
could open his eyes to see her,
Has been kept abreast by the man she loved
Of the things her son’s endured.

To Mary Jo

Born Country

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.

To Mary Jo

Mike Krath

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