This foreign land I once called home is
calling me back again
now that the hours have rolled around and
the hands on the clock point back to the start
I hear the old language,
cracked in some places, broken in others,
but familiar enough to be recognized
still telling the old stories
and laughing at the old jokes
Still singing the lyrics of a melody I
thought I had lost forever, saying
Welcome home
my son and my daughter
old man and pet
make yourself comfortable
Welcome home
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New album "Observations" available now.
A veteran of NYC’s underground music scene, Mike Power played on the stages of such beloved lost venues as CBGB’s and Kenny’s Castaways, as well as stalwart surviving ones like Arlene’s Grocery and the Bitter End as singer/songwriter/bassist with Late Model Humans. In 2020, quarantining from the global pandemic he worked remotely with other artists to record a collection of new music called Observations, that infuses his punk roots with introspective acoustic pieces.
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