Cybernetic Fusion™ blends ancestral African percussion with Irish fiddle and bodhran and electronic sound to create a future-born dance tradition.

Grok Musik

Cybernetic Fusion™ blending ancestral Pocumtuck music with electronic sound to create a future-born tradition. 



Verse 1

Down in Deerfield where the apple trees grow,

Clarkdale Fruit Farms has a story to show.

Lori Holmes Clark with a vision so clear,

Brings the orchard's heart for everyone to hear.

Chorus

Walk the fields, hear the tales unfolding,

Voices of the farm, both young and old.

From the seeds of the past to the fruits we see,

Clarkdale's calling, come roam with me.

Verse 2

Ninety minutes through a sound pool so wide,

Pauses in the breeze where the memories reside.

Tom Clark speaks of trees his granddad did plant,

Back in nineteen-twenty, when the farm's dream began.

Chorus

Walk the fields, hear the tales unfolding,

Voices of the farm, both young and old.

From the seeds of the past to the fruits we see,

Clarkdale's calling, come roam with me.

Verse 3

Ben Clark shares the grafting, the fencing, the fight,

Against deer and disease, keeping crops growing right.

Emerson, just eleven, sees life in a drop,

Every ant, every apple, with a role that won't stop.

Bridge

Poems weave through the air, with a whimsical spark,

Local voices like Delmhorst light the path in the dark.

Under archways and fairy homes, nature's magic is near,

A tapestry of stories for the heart to revere.

Chorus

Walk the fields, hear the tales unfolding,

Voices of the farm, both young and old.

From the seeds of the past to the fruits we see,

Clarkdale's calling, come roam with me.

Verse 4

Hailstorms and winds, Ben ties to the changing skies,

While fairy houses peek where the old apple tree lies.

Slow down, take a breath, let the orchard's truth sing,

Download the app, let the stories take wing.

Chorus

Walk the fields, hear the tales unfolding,

Voices of the farm, both young and old.

From the seeds of the past to the fruits we see,

Clarkdale's calling, come roam with me.

Clarkdale’s Calling

Cybernetic Fusion™, blending ancestral Amish music with electronic sound to create a future-born dance tradition

Verse 1
In Lancaster fields where the buggies roll slow,
Amish hands sow seeds where the green buds grow.
No tractor's roar, just the horse's steady tread,
Hemp in the soil, dreams bloom in their stead.

Who knew? The old ways meet the new,
From plow to potion, under skies so blue.
Who knew? The Amish grow the green,
Cybernetic fusion, a future-born dream.

Chorus
Who knew, who knew, the fields would sing?
Hemp and heart in a digital spring.
From lantern light to a neon glow,
Amish roots in the cyber flow.

Verse 2
Since '19, they've turned the earth to gold,
CBD oils, stories yet untold.
Reuben Riehl, with a million-dollar plan,
From a hundred farms, building dreams by hand.

No wires, no phones, but the greenhouses shine,
Solar sparks light up the old divine.
Organic and pure, their faith holds strong,
Blending past and future in a hemp-fueled song.

Chorus
Who knew, who knew, the fields would sing?
Hemp and heart in a digital spring.
From lantern light to a neon glow,
Amish roots in the cyber flow.

Bridge
They shun the world, yet the market calls,
From market stalls to the city's halls.
Three million strong by twenty-five's dawn,
A quiet revolution on a hemp-green lawn.

Legal lines blur, but the faith stays true,
Low-THC, it's the wellness they brew.
No highs to chase, just the earth's embrace,
Cybernetic fusion, a timeless grace.

Chorus
Who knew, who knew, the fields would sing?
Hemp and heart in a digital spring.
From lantern light to a neon glow,
Amish roots in the cyber flow.

Outro
In Pennsylvania's heart, where traditions mend,
The Amish grow hope where the futures blend.
Who knew? The old and new entwine,
Hemp fields dancing in a cyber divine.

Who Knew

Sweet Sonata, No. 17 is a solo mandolin piece I have been working on for several months.  

Sweet Sonata No 17

Sweet Sonata No 9 for mandolin and mandocello

Jackson Pollock stymied arts fans for decades as they tried to figure out what source of color was he using, until now. Wrote a song about it called "Manganese Blue". 

Manganese Blue

I lived in Hatfield in the 1990s and for several years, the Hatfield Hellion,  An orange truck that can ride and spin on its back wheels, as a crazy cut up in parades, fairs and events around town.  Recently there was an article in the local newspaper that brought back memories.  I wrote a song about it.

Verse 1
In Hatfield town by the river's bend,
Where the Connecticut flows and the fields don't end,
Back in ‘70 for the tricentennial show,
They built a truck with a wild orange glow.

Chorus
Hatfield Hellion, spinnin' on its wheels,
Red, white, blue smoke, givin' thrills that feel,
Siren wails through the summer air,
That old stunt truck's a sight so rare.

Verse 2
George Zgrodnik gave the ‘53 frame,
Chicup and Rogaleski sparked the flame,
One wild night, they made her leap and spin,
Leaping Lena, the Hellion's kin.

Chorus
Hatfield Hellion, spinnin' on its wheels,
Red, white, blue smoke, givin' thrills that feel,
Siren wails through the summer air,
That old stunt truck's a sight so rare.

Verse 3
Parades and fairs, she's been the star,
From Hatfield's streets to towns afar,
New hands keep her runnin', bold and free,
A piece of history for you and me.

Chorus
Hatfield Hellion, spinnin' on its wheels,
Red, white, blue smoke, givin' thrills that feel,
Siren wails through the summer air,
That old stunt truck's a sight so rare.

Verse 4
Meguey at the museum, she's gatherin' tales,
Of the Hellion's rides where memory sails,
At the Legion hall, stories will unfold,
Of that orange truck, forever bold.

Chorus
Hatfield Hellion, spinnin' on its wheels,
Red, white, blue smoke, givin' thrills that feel,
Siren wails through the summer air,
That old stunt truck's a sight so rare.

Hatfield Hellion

Titanic's Sister ship, Britannic, sank 108 years ago!  For the first time in more than a century, artifacts have been recovered from the wreck of the Britannic, the sister ship of the Titanic, which sank in the Aegean Sea in 1916 after striking a German mine during World War I.   I was intrigued, so I wrote a song about it.

(Verse 1)
Oh, gather 'round, ye sailors bold, and hear a tale of woe,
Of Britannic, Titanic's kin, lost in the deep below.
In nineteen hundred and fourteen, her keel was laid with pride,
A mighty ship of White Star Line, to sail the ocean wide.

(Chorus)
Oh, Sister Britannic, proud and fair,
Built for peace, but war's despair.
In Aegean waves, your fate was sealed,
Your secrets kept, your wounds unhealed.

(Verse 2)
No champagne toasts or gilded halls would grace her maiden call,
For war had come, and Britannic served to answer duty's thrall.
A hospital ship, with mercy's aim, to Lemnos she was bound,
But a German mine in Kea's tides her noble heart did drown.

(Chorus)
Oh, Sister Britannic, proud and fair,
Built for peace, but war's despair.
In fifty minutes, you slipped from sight,
Yet thirty souls still chase the light.

(Verse 3)
Her bell now rests on ocean's floor, her light no longer gleams,
The tiles of baths, the trays of class, lie lost in silent dreams.
But divers bold, with hearts of steel, did brave the deep once more,
To lift her treasures, piece by piece, to history's sacred shore.

(Chorus)
Oh, Sister Britannic, proud and fair,
Built for peace, but war's despair.
Your artifacts now sing your name,
In Piraeus halls, your tale's reclaimed.

(Verse 4)
The binoculars that scanned the sea, the sink from cabins plain,
Each piece a whisper of the lives that sailed through joy and pain.
From luxury to wartime grace, your story spans the years,
A sister ship to tragedy, baptized in sailors' tears.

(Bridge)
Oh, Kea's currents hold you tight, where shadows softly creep,
But in our songs, your spirit sails, forever on the deep.
The museum walls will hold your heart, where generations see,
The Britannic's tale of courage bold, beneath the Aegean sea.

(Chorus)
Oh, Sister Britannic, proud and fair,
Built for peace, but war's despair.
In Aegean waves, your fate was sealed,
Yet through your relics, truth's revealed.

(Outro)
So raise a glass to Britannic's name, her glory ne'er shall fade,
A sister ship, a wartime grave, where heroes' debts were paid.
In Piraeus, her story stands, for all the world to know,
Oh, Sister Britannic, rest in peace, where Aegean waters flow.

Sister Britannic

DeepSeek shocked the AI world when it came out with an open source AI that was faster, smaller and better than anything in the US.  I wrote a song about it called "DeepSeek's Mystique" in the Cybernetic Fusion™ genre: Ancestral Chinese music  with electronic sound to create a future-born tradition. 

(Verse 1)
In the labs of China, a spark ignites,
DeepSeek rises, cutting through the nights.
Open source code, free for all to see,
Faster than the wind, smaller than a key.
Beats the giants from across the sea,
US models left in dust, can't you see?
From DeepSeek AI, they made the leap,
A revolution in the code we keep.
(Chorus)
Oh, DeepSeek's mystique, it's shaking the ground,
Smarter and sleeker, the best around.
No more waiting, no heavy chains,
Open and bold, breaking the chains.
DeepSeek's mystique, the AI world's in awe,
From East to West, it's changing the law.
Faster, smaller, better than before,
DeepSeek's here, forevermore!
(Verse 2)
Nature's pages tell the tale so grand,
Article drops on this wonderland.
Trained on secrets, efficient and true,
Outperforms the best that the Yanks pursue.
No black box secrets, share it wide,
Democratizing dreams, with open pride.
Speed like lightning, size so lean,
The future's calling, if you know what I mean.
(Bridge)
Whispers in the wind, from Beijing to the Bay,
AI's new king, leading the way.
Shocked the suits in Silicon's glow,
DeepSeek's magic, stealing the show.
No more moats, no closed-door games,
Open source fire, igniting the flames.
(Chorus)
Oh, DeepSeek's mystique, it's shaking the ground,
Smarter and sleeker, the best around.
No more waiting, no heavy chains,
Open and bold, breaking the chains.
DeepSeek's mystique, the AI world's in awe,
From East to West, it's changing the law.
Faster, smaller, better than before,
DeepSeek's here, forevermore!
(Outro)
So raise a glass to the underdog's win,
DeepSeek's mystique, let the new era begin.
In the code we trust, in the open we thrive,
DeepSeek's alive, keeping hope alive.



DeepSeek's Mystique

A research paper authored by a researcher at Shedd Aquarium and published in Journal of Great Lakes Research assesses the fish species that spawn in the Chicago River to sustain and support resilient, biodiverse fish populations. I wrote a song about it called "24 species spawn"

Verse 1
In the Chicago River, where the waters flow,
A secret dance of life begins to grow.
Twenty-four species, in the current's embrace,
Spawning in the shadows, finding their place.

From the Shedd's gaze, researchers call,
Journal of Great Lakes, they've mapped it all.
Resilient and wild, in a biodiverse stream,
The fish weave a future, a cybernetic dream.

Chorus
Twenty-four species spawn, in the river's song,
Fins and scales, they glide, where they belong.
Cybernetic fusion, in the water's sway,
Life's resilient pulse, lights the Chicago way.

Verse 2
Steelhead and walleye, in the urban deep,
Drift through the currents, where the city sleeps.
Gills catch the rhythm, of a world reborn,
In the heart of the river, new life is sworn.

Jazz of the night, with a new age hum,
Ambient waves where the wild ones come.
World fusion beats, in the water's core,
The Chicago River sings forevermore.

Chorus
Twenty-four species spawn, in the river's song,
Fins and scales, they glide, where they belong.
Cybernetic fusion, in the water's sway,
Life's resilient pulse, lights the Chicago way.

Bridge
Shedd's researchers, with their watchful eyes,
See the cycles turn beneath the city skies.
Biodiverse dreams, in the flow they trust,
From the river's heart, life rises from dust.

Outro
Twenty-four species, in a fusion trance,
Swim through the future, in a cosmic dance.
Chicago River, with your cybernetic glow,
Spawn the hope where wild waters flow.

24 Species Spawn

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