Zero Point Star

Zero Point Star — Drum On Buckets (Produced Version) Written and composed by Karl Creech / Zero Point Star. This is an AI-generated produced version of one of my original songs, built from my writing and original catalog. The human-performed versions of my music are available on Bandcamp: https://bandcamp.com/zeropointstar “Drum On Buckets” is about mortality, gratitude, making noise while we still can, and learning the song as we go. Audio services, production, editing, and custom work: https://lastsecondstudios.com #ZeroPointStar #DrumOnBuckets #OriginalMusic #ProducedVersion

I saw your ghost in La Porte Indiana, and I'm never going back, neither for love, nor for war. I saw my face, in the hollows of your eyes, why do we care about the whys, the whats, the wheres, the whens, the hows? I came in to this world, on a boat on the ocean, and you came and you carried me home...

Oh my lord I think i'm gonna die by the sword, I fear I fear I fear. My lord I think I'm gonna die by the sword, my lord. "Don't you fear, you just live by the word, my son, don't fear, light of the lord! You can live by the might of the word." Oh MichaEl, help me fight through the world, I think I'm gonna get lost in the herd. Michael help me fight through the world... "No, my brother, you are safe where you are, you have all the might in the world. You can wield the sword of the light of the word!"

And I would die for you Give me some time and I will I’m sure someday soon You’ll be the death of me. You hold my heart in your hand Don’t you ever let go Sometimes you hold too tight But I love you through the pain I love your poison I love your grit teeth I love the way you smile when I get to you when you’re trying to get to me I love your blessings I love your failures And I love that I’m one of them, even if it hurts And I would fight for you You might not ever notice I might not ever win but There is no other war. And if I should fall in battle. No need to remember me. If you do though for some reason Remember me easily. I know I’m poison I know I’m grit teeth I know you still smile when I get to you when you’re not trying to get to me I love your blessings I love your failures And I love that I’m one of them, even if it hurts Every word I’ve ever said till now And every choice that I have made somehow I’d give it all to do it all again I’d hope this vicious cycle never ends Because all the world is a merry go round We will try again, we are duty bound I’d give it all to do it all again. I know one day this vicious cycle has to end. Remember your best friend? She wanted a song from me. She wanted her own love song But I only have the one. It wasn’t mine to give God gave you to me I only have one in me There is no other…

They say I burnt down my house I’d burn down this town if I could. This place is home to all manner of devils and demons and ghouls and mindless buffoons. They say that I am psycho, I’d say I’m managing well. All of the lies run free through the aisles knocking the goods off the shelf And it’s my job to pick up the pieces And act like they were never broken The burn house is an inside joke The only person not laughing is me. The friends that we made were bundled with hatred I never knew I needed to vanquish. The circles they drew were melted together from all the heat of their self-loathing measures The flames lick the roof and punch a hole through it to reach to the sky and burn down the blueing The masks are all ashes and dust covered faces revealing their singular mission to break us. And it’s my job to burn up my victory To spend it and give you relief The darkness that lights up from the flames of this house It’s worse than I ever believed. And it’s my job to see all your secrets. They hide in the cracks of the streets. The willingness of the police state To make me anything other than free And it’s my job to watch as my children Become the next victims you seek. You people all failed and so you only can Live now vicariously. And it’s my job to trade in the names that I’ve earned. I now am just charges and scenes. All the world is one big stage and none of the grass down here is green. And it’s my job to pick up the pieces And act like they were never broken The burn house is an inside joke The only person not laughing is me. The only person still laughing is me. The only person who’ll get past this is me. The only person that’s hurting is me. The only person that’s mourning is me. The only person that’s burning is me I'm being framed for arson, and this series of events has done things to my life that are biblical in nature, unfathomable, unrealistic, like a bad acid trip that I can't wake up from. So I wrote an album, and turned the darkness into light, because I am a warrior guided by God himself, and you'll have to kill me to take my light out of this world.

I know I heard you call my name. Sun rises and it lights the day. I can feel you shake my blood awake, My heart to give, my soul to take. I bleed for comfort, I need to break. The mind is racing, the name is made, Right here. Right now. In the moments of life that pass through the clouds. You do. You doubt. If you go back and forth you can never get out. Just be saved.

I gave my love to a little white rabbit She took my heart out, turned it into seven children We got a house and put everything in it We got a van and drove to the edge of our limits Okay. It’s good. Don’t tempt my dog and don’t touch my woman My kids might bite you and I’ll give them a ribbon We all are mad here and we’re shit-eaten grinnin’ We got our minds driven to the edge of our limits Okay. It’s good. I gave my love to a little white rabbit She took my heart out, turned it into seven children We got our wonders and we got our signs and miracles We got our lights off and we’re planting fields of marigolds Okay. It’s good.

Oh lord Good good lord Send me an Angel down I know it’s far to go I know it’s hard to send an Angel to stoop so low Trust me I know I know I may not even deserve this prayer at all Show me your patience Send me your graces good lord Send me an Angel down. Oh lord God good lord Send me an Angel now I’m not fooled just yet I’ve not been fooled into thinking that all of your good things are lies Thought twice bout that I know there’s love Show me your patience Send me your graces Good lord Send me and Angel down Good lord Good good lord I need an Angel now

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Christmas Lights by Zero Point Star

Can WeJust Talk? by Zero Point Star

Informafatality by Zero Point Star

Oh my lord I think i'm gonna die by the sword, I fear I fear I fear. My lord I think I'm gonna die by the sword, my lord. "Don't you fear, you just live by the word, my son, don't fear, light of the lord! You can live by the might of the word." Oh MichaEl, help me fight through the world, I think I'm gonna get lost in the herd. Michael help me fight through the world... "No, my brother, you are safe where you are, you have all the might in the world. You can wield the word of the light of the word!"

Gomp by Zero Point Star

This song has been hidden away for 11 years.

Trumpet by Zero Point Star

All thanks to Chili Flew And The No Boys for the instrumental. Been wanting to produce this song for two years now. Then he stumbled into Memphis with a bad idea in his hands. He took all of the medicine that his sick little heart could understand. And he came down with some kind of fever. He came down with some kind of plan. He came down holding the only thing that could kill him. Then he touched the ground and it all went back again. Om. So he stumbled into Memphis with his heart wide open to believe. He took all of the medicine that smelled of something true and bittersweet. And he came down with visions of the muses. He came down with attitude and backtalk, sugar. He came down holding the only thing that could kill him, and he touched the ground and it all went back again. Om. Now tell me why, and how in the world are you doing? Now tell me why, and how in the world did you hear this, just now? Now tell me why, and what in the world is this really? How strange it is to be anything at all. So he stumbled into Memphis with a real good song stuck in his head. And he took of the medicine but left some for the wounded in their beds. And he came down with some kind of fire in his smile. He came down with some kind of smile in his eyes. He came down and looked and saw the war around him, And he just touched the ground and it all went back again. Om.

Day 3, Little Town.

Is what it is.

Operation: Hope For The World, day 1, March 23, 2020. Todays track, all about how silly I feel about a fued with my brother. Anyway... lots of fuzz, lots of delays and arpeggios and harmonies. Very big and saturated sound. It's a warm up, and is the initiation of my 365 challenge, where I'll be uploading a track every day for a year. Hopefully this can be as a jolt of life into a world lacking inspiration.

Cursory Times by Zero Point Star

Chosen People by Zero Point Star

The Solar Winds Of The 10,000 Suns by Zero Point Star

Touch The Ground by Zero Point Star

Piece Of Pencil by Zero Point Star

Shortened Numbers by Zero Point Star

Straw Hat by Zero Point Star

The Color Blue by Zero Point Star

Woven Fabric by Zero Point Star

Little Star by Zero Point Star

The Muse by Zero Point Star

Spokes by Zero Point Star

It Rains Here by Zero Point Star

Greetings by Zero Point Star

From Where by Zero Point Star

Cakemaker Remastered by Zero Point Star

Solar Winds Of The 10,000 Suns (Remastered) by Zero Point Star

Just a sweet little tune. Can I have the roses that you throw out? I don't want to take from you what you're loving now. Just maybe someday you won't want them around, and I'll take the roses that you throw out. I woke to see me sleeping in my hometown, with my warrior grandfather hanging on my arm. He said "kid soon, I'm heading to my home in the clouds, and you'll take the roses that I throw down. Do you want the roses that I throw out?" They took all of his money, and gave away his house to the drug-headed vampires that finally put him down. They took him and put him to rest on the couch, and I took the roses that they threw out. I took the roses that they threw out.

So how about that?

Pre-cursor to Nursery Rhymes For Cursory Times, which comes out this January.

Pre-cursor to Nursery Rhymes For Cursory Times, which comes out this January. Where did you come from my baby dear? "Out of the everywhere, and into the here." Where did you get those eyes so blue? Out of the sky as I came through. Why makes the light in them sparkle and spin? Some of the starry spikes left in. Where did you find that little tear? I found it waiting when I got here. Where did you get those arms and hands? Love made itself into hooks and bands. What makes your cheek like a warm soft rose? I saw something better than anyone knows. Where did you get that pearly ear? Father spoke and so it came out to here. Well how did they all just come to be you? Mother thought of me and so I grew. Yes, but how did you come to us you dear? Someone thought of you and so I am here.

Latest full-length album. Pretty good. Recorded in two hours.

Legit haunted, but you have to listen for how.

Legit haunted, but you have to listen for how. Cakemaker cakemaker where are you now? I'm in the city of the dead, I don't see you around. You must have found peace with your feet on the ground. Now you're feeding the angels and singing out loud. And now all your shiny little things are the little things that rain down upon me. Now all your shiny little things are the little things that come back to haunt me, please come back to haunt me, please come back to haunt me. Cakemaker cakemaker who are you now? You always said you would come back well someday somehow. remember you told me in the old family house. You said "we all sing our song son, and we all take our bow." Now all your shiny little things are the little things that rain down upon me. All your shiny little things are the little things that come back to haunt me, please come back to haunt me, come back to haunt me.

Legit haunted, but you have to listen for how. I once knew a woods man, he could live in the wild for years. He had him a knife, good eyes and a bike, and he had him a big brown beard. He said "boy you're smart, I'll give you that, but you're as weak as they come. You better learn quick how to survive by yourself, because the world's gonna leave you alone." The woodsman was mostly just quiet, he almost never said more than a word at a time, but screamed at ghosts, ran from his own toes, and he stayed up all damn night. He had his very own war, the guardian of his name. All the demons of his family, he fought 'em with whiskey, on and on and on he waged. The woodsman was just human, fragile like me or you, and demons they never sleep, well there's only so much that one man can do. The woodsman once grabbed a shotgun all full of ammo and hate, and he shot dead the only man he ever gunned down, and finally lost his brains. Damn.