Inspired by Sam, after being asked to "tell me when you see a fly" numerous times, I came up with this "dumb dumb song".

Tell Me When You See A Fly

A music sketch of the Tang dynasty concubine Yang Gui Fei (杨贵妃)

摆架 Sketch of Yang Gui Fei

Performed by James Watson. 

In Bahasa Indonesia, the word kasar (kha-SAR) translates to rough, or unpleasant to touch. I thought this would be a good description of the piece, as it takes an instrument known for lyrical and sonorous sound and turns into an unrelenting force.  

Kasar

kept shi solid

This one's for the haters
a song to troll
Made by an AI, nothing personal
Hope you have found it  in mid-scroll
To this song for you to troll!

In the dim glow of the screen, you hide,
Between the lines of words you slide,
With every keystroke, you ignite a flame,
Spewing venom, that you won't claim.

Your fingers dance on the keys so cold,
For a sense of pride you hold,
With this song, I offer a gift,
Turning hate into love, a song for you to troll.

This is a song for you to troll.

This is a song for you to troll,
Where love will rise and hate will fall,
With every note, we break the mold,
Every beat for you to troll.

Behind the screen, we're all the same,
Searching for connection in this cyber game,
Ignore the gossip and lies,
And dance together under the same bright lights.

Your words may sting, but I won't fold.
With kindness as my armour, I stay bold,
In this melody, we'll find our roles,
Turning hate into love, a song for you to troll.

This is a song for you to troll.

This is a song for you to troll,
Where love will rise and hate will fall,
With every note, we break the mold,
Every beat for you to troll. 

It's a song to troll!

...

Song For You To Troll

Pictures of the places where the clouds are near,
bring back memories from a time when we were dear,
The songs you hummed when in the bath tub still ring in my ear, the music seem to want to cry but I have no tears.  

I wish I could fall in love with you again,
And savour precious love upon first sight again,
I wish I could fall in love with you again, 
And dream of you are here to hold me tight again.

But the only constant in the world is change,
therefore lovers parting isn't at all strange.
I wish I could fall in love with you again,
And dream of you are here to hold me tight again.

But the only constant in the world is change,
therefore lovers parting isn't at all strange.
I wish I could fall in love with you again,
And savour precious love upon first sight again,
I wish I could fall in love with you again,
And dream of you are here to hold me tight again.

But the only constant in the world is change,
therefore lovers parting isn't at all strange.
I wish I could fall in love with you again,
And dream of you in love with you again
and dream of you are here to hold me tight again.

I Wish I Could Fall In Love With You Again

I'm an old man on a bicycle, 
ridin' pretty slow.
Pedalin' through the countryside and takin' it easy as you know.
I may not be very fast, but I do enjoy the view I have.
Every hill and every valley, is like a scene in a movie show.

I ain't here to hold nobody back, that just ain't the game I play.
I won't be the reason you can't get to your glory and your fame today.
I'll just keep on pedalin' here while takin' life as it comes.
Findin' joy in the simple things, without taking anyone's blame.

Riding slow, is how I go.
Not rushing through this life.
Take my time, find my rhythm, living without strife!
I'm just an old man riding slowly, 
on my good ol' two-wheel bike, 
with the wind blowin' through my fuzzy hair at a pace that I feel like.

Riding slow, is how I go.
Not rushing through this life.
Take my time, find my rhythm, living without strife!
I'm just an old man riding slowly 
on my good ol' two-wheel bike, 
with the wind blowin' through my fuzzy hair at a pace that I feel like.

One day you may drive up with your sporty red-hot new ferrari, 
Maybe you will even slow down for a short break to say hi to me.
I'm just an old man riding slowly on the country road, 
I won't hold you back from going to where you've gotta be.

Riding slow, is how I go, Not rushing through this life.
Take my time, find my rhythm, living without strife!
I'm just an old man riding slowly 
on my good ol' two-wheel bike, 
with the wind blowin' through my fuzzy hair at a pace that I feel like.

Old Man On A Bike

(verse 1)
In the land of moose and maple, there's a man who's quite the spark,
Gordon Precious, oh so precious, lighting up the dark.
He rode his bike through wartime storms, with a set of coins and a  deck of cards in hand,
dodging bullets, pulling rabbits, in a real-life magic land.

(Chorus)
A hundred precious years of Gordon, precious as can be!
From magic gigs to skiing kicks, you’ve made a legacy.
With sleight of hand and shows so grand, you've done it your own way,
A hundred precious years of Gordon, here's to you today!  
            
(Verse 2)
Skiing off choppers, oh so dapper, in his winter white attire,
Heli-skier of a record age, he jumped and lit the slopes on fire.
With coins and card   s and rabbits too, his tricks are always fooling you,
A century full of wild adventures that no one else can do .

(Bridge)
In his bag of tricks, there lies a tale, of secrets yet untold,
Of wartime schticks and a bomb that ticks, and wisdom that's pure gold.
He's a wizard from old Canada, a veteran bold and true,
A hundred precious years of Gordon this is a song for you!

(Chorus)
A hundred precious years of   Gordon, precious as can be!
From magic gigs to skiing kicks, you’ve made a legacy.
With sleight of hand and shows so grand, you've done it your own way,
A hundred precious years of Gordon, here's to you today!

A hundred precious years of   Gordon, precious as can be!
From magic gigs to skiing kicks, you’ve made a legacy.
With sleight of hand and shows so grand, you've done it your own way,
A hundred precious years of Gordon, here's to you we celebrate today!

100 Precious Years Of Gordon

I still think about you
from time to time
have a drink about you
from time to time
wonder what you are doing
where and with who
Hope you are happy
from time to time
although it's sappy
from time to time
wishing that you are doing what you love to do
I still think about you from time to time
and wonder if you would
think about me too from time to time

From Time To Time

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Kemin was born in a hospital and became a child at a young age, showing much promise as a toddler, he was already illiterate in 3 languages before finishing elementary school. As a result of his relentless curiosity and lack of respect for social norms, he navigated successfully around receiving a formal education and entered into the work force in his teens, playing piano, performing magic tricks and stand-up comedy in exchange for money and respect.

Before reaching 20 he was already a regular at comedy clubs around Toronto, occasionally winning laughter and applause from his audience when not being booed off stage.

After working on a documentary film for a couple of magicians in China in 1999, he began to spend more time back in the motherland and became a bi-cultural jack of all trades and dabbled in many roles, taking part in everything from Beijing Music Festival to Magic shows on CCTV.

Working as a freelance creative meant he would take jobs ranging from writing to directing to acting to producing sound track for commercials and assorted video/audio projects... 

But above all, he is most proud of his work done out-side of the context of getting paid, when he writes ditties of music and songs for no purpose other than to capture a sliver of inspiration from muses who occasionally visit him in his waking dreams.

From Time To Time

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