Stardust

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PUSHBACK

Barry

Lyrics 

You’re so sure that they’re thinking about you
When none of them really give it a thought or two
Most people got the lowest IQ 
Most people yeah I could name a few 

Stop giving them your power
Stop giving those strangers your peace
Who cares what they think or say
They don’t feel for you no kinda way

Walk on by if they stop to stare
Make sure it’s not just all in your head
Another day on this planet of fear
Time to release yourself from all of those cares

Stop giving them your power 
Stop giving those strangers your peace 
Who cares what they think or say
They don’t feel for you no kinda way 

It’s all in your head…

saving up the things

It’s All In Your Head

Electronic midtempo composition with synths, strings and percussion

Far away

pure white

Another AI experiment. This time I made a cover of one of my songs to sound like early 70's soul.  Songs that made me get up and dance.  The lyrics are about anger among couples, and the singer is telling her companion get rid of it, get it out of town.

Booga Boo
Music and Lyrics: Mike Krath
artwork: hotpot.ai/art-generator
artificially enhanced using SUNO

Lyrics

When I get up in the morning,
and I notice you have a frown on your face,
I say, "Booga Boo, get back in your place."
when I get up and see you got the frown,
that looks like Booga Boo is around,
I say, "Get out of town."

Oh, Booga Boo,
You got to get out of town,
I say, "Booga Boo, you got to get out of town."

Too many times I see a Booga Boo face in you,
Too many times you bring that spear,
Too close to my heart,
So Booga Boo,
You got to learn to control yourself,
You really do, Booga Boo.

Oh, Booga Boo,
You got to get out of town,
I say, "Booga Boo, you got to get out of town."

Booga Boo

Slap n Tickle

Precipice

Hate is like a typhoon / Typhoon / Is all a typhoon wants to be / Hate is like a typhoon / Inside of me


Inspired by 'Blue Eye Samurai'

Hate is Like a Typhoon

Backstory: 
One vile event foreshadowed the future generations of the Bantera family's bloodline & kept people from living past the age of 38. For over a century the damnable curse never let up due to the bone-chilling mystery of the gravest hidden secret. No one has ever escaped until this day. Imagine the pain of knowing what year you are appointed to die, so that your life is consumed with preoccupation of not being able to freely embrace the nights in peace. You see, Felix Bantera  had an affair with a witch doctor & ended up violently caving in her brains in order to keep his wife from knowing what was going on. The family couldn't explain the ominous events that ensued & extended from that day forward, & no investigator could ever capture what he could not physically lay hands on. Bombita was a powerful minded women who dabbled in the dark arts of Voodoo & witchcraft that sought to avenge her death, & was hellbent on making Felix's kin pay until she wiped out their entire genealogical family tree. Without a 'seed' of DNA left to walk the earth ever again, the inflamed spirit wreaks havoc with an uncanny deviousness. Each person's death has only one similarity--A small crimson thread sewn into the middle of each victim's forehead. Will anyone in the Bantera descendants live to stop this curse? ... --©Lady ElectroTrek
⁂©All Rights Reserved 03-2025
©Lyricist, Pro License & Creator: Lady ElectroTrek
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LYRICS: 

(Verse 1)
In whispers carried on the wind's sly hum
A shadow calls where the wild crows drum
An ancient secret spun through kin-born dread
A crimson omen in the family thread

(Chorus)
It creeps like ivy through veins that bind
A ghost of ages in the blood-defined
No one escapes the grip
The anchor’s hold
The curse in whispers
Growing bold

(Verse 2)
Grandmother’s eyes told a tale of the dark
Her hands like maps of a life left stark
Each line engraved with a stormy truth
A familiar fear
Untouched by youth

(Bridge)
Through mirrors cracked and dreams foregone
The omen laughs
Its echo drawn
A flame unquenched in shadows deep
The cost of secrets that families keep

(Verse 3)
A rusted locket holds the weight of fate
Tarnished by choices made too late
Its chain tightens each generation passed
The curse endures
Unbroken
Steadfast

(Chorus)
It creeps like ivy through veins that bind
A ghost of ages in the blood-defined
No one escapes the grip
The anchor’s hold
The curse in whispers 
Growing bold

Generations Of A Bloodline Curse

The Omen's Thread

All of it is right there, in one verse and a chorus.

Hate is Like a Typhoon

Dos Monstros