Michael Andrew Law Cheuk Yui Music
Beyond his work in visual arts, Michael Andrew Law is a music producer and songwriter whose compositions span multiple genres including pop, rock, tango, disco, dance, and metal. His musical ventures include writing, composing, and producing original tracks, as well as directing music videos. Law collaborates with various artists and bands, bringing his distinctive creative vision to both composition and production.
His published works are available on major streaming platforms:
• Michael Andrew Law at Spotify
• Michael Andrew Law on iTunes
• Michael Andrew Law at Apple Music
• Michael Andrew Law on YouTube Music
• Michael Andrew Law on Amazon music
Law's approach to music production reflects his cross-disciplinary background, creating a unique bridge between visual and auditory artistic expression. Through his musical projects, he continues to explore and push creative boundaries while maintaining his characteristic attention to detail and production quality.
His published works are available on major streaming platforms:
• Michael Andrew Law at Spotify
• Michael Andrew Law on iTunes
• Michael Andrew Law at Apple Music
• Michael Andrew Law on YouTube Music
• Michael Andrew Law on Amazon music
Law's approach to music production reflects his cross-disciplinary background, creating a unique bridge between visual and auditory artistic expression. Through his musical projects, he continues to explore and push creative boundaries while maintaining his characteristic attention to detail and production quality.
Painting Hong Kong (Single)
Painting Hong Kong Lyrics:
(Written and Produce by © 2024 Law Cheuk Yui)
Brush in my hand, colors in my mind,
Back to the streets where the clocks rewind.
Junk boats sailing, star ferries glide,
Hong Kong in the 80s, where my heart resides.
Colonial vibes, brick walls and towers,
Clock Tower standing tall through all the hours.
Egg waffles steaming on the corner stand,
Milk-tea in my hand, yeah, life was grand.
Dim sum Sundays, the carts roll by,
Pineapple buns, egg tarts stacked high.
Painting the past, these streets I roam,
Every stroke feels like I’m back home.
Neon lights, they used to glow,
Through the alleys where the food stalls show.
Tiě bǎn niú bā on sizzling plates,
The taste of the city I’ll recreate.
I’m painting Hong Kong, the city of dreams,
Fried rice nights, won ton streams.
From Kowloon haze to Victoria skies,
This city’s been through lows and highs.
Egg tarts, star ferries, dim sum plates,
80s and 90s, those golden days.
I’m painting Hong Kong, through every tear,
This city survives, year after year.
Street markets buzzing, the chaos alive,
Mong Kok nights where the neon thrived.
Junk boats dancing on the harbor blue,
Star Ferry’s horn cutting right through.
Skyline’s changing, memories fade,
But the soul of the city will never degrade.
I sketch the past so we never forget,
The taste of egg noodles, the tea, the sweat.
Neon lights, they used to glow,
Through the alleys where the vendors know.
Tiě bǎn niú bā and fried rice bowls,
The flavors of home still feed my soul.
I’m painting Hong Kong, the city of dreams,
Fried rice nights, won ton streams.
From Kowloon haze to Victoria skies,
This city’s been through lows and highs.
Egg tarts, star ferries, dim sum plates,
80s and 90s, those golden days.
I’m painting Hong Kong, through every tear,
This city survives, year after year.
She’s been through storms, she’s seen the fight,
But her heart beats strong through the darkest night.
From Central streets to Temple’s glow,
The spirit of Hong Kong will always show.
Pineapple buns and egg tart’s grace,
Every snack’s a memory I won’t erase.
Brush in hand, I paint the scene,
This city’s soul in every sheen.
I’m painting Hong Kong, the city of gold,
The flavors, the lights, the stories it told.
Won ton noodle nights, dim sum days,
80s and 90s, we’ll find our way.
Egg waffles, clock towers, junk boats sail,
Through every storm, we’ll always…
I’m painting Hong Kong! the city of gold,
The flavors, the lights, the stories it told.
Won ton noodle nights, dim sum days,
80s and 90s, we’ll find our way.
Waffles, clock towers, junk boats sail,
Through every storm, we’ll always prevail.
I’m painting Hong Kong, through every tear,
This city survives, year after year.
Brush in my hand, colors in my mind,
Back to the streets where the clocks rewind.
Through all the changes, but one thing
we’ll always prevail.
Hong Kong always prevails.
(Written and Produce by © 2024 Law Cheuk Yui)
Brush in my hand, colors in my mind,
Back to the streets where the clocks rewind.
Junk boats sailing, star ferries glide,
Hong Kong in the 80s, where my heart resides.
Colonial vibes, brick walls and towers,
Clock Tower standing tall through all the hours.
Egg waffles steaming on the corner stand,
Milk-tea in my hand, yeah, life was grand.
Dim sum Sundays, the carts roll by,
Pineapple buns, egg tarts stacked high.
Painting the past, these streets I roam,
Every stroke feels like I’m back home.
Neon lights, they used to glow,
Through the alleys where the food stalls show.
Tiě bǎn niú bā on sizzling plates,
The taste of the city I’ll recreate.
I’m painting Hong Kong, the city of dreams,
Fried rice nights, won ton streams.
From Kowloon haze to Victoria skies,
This city’s been through lows and highs.
Egg tarts, star ferries, dim sum plates,
80s and 90s, those golden days.
I’m painting Hong Kong, through every tear,
This city survives, year after year.
Street markets buzzing, the chaos alive,
Mong Kok nights where the neon thrived.
Junk boats dancing on the harbor blue,
Star Ferry’s horn cutting right through.
Skyline’s changing, memories fade,
But the soul of the city will never degrade.
I sketch the past so we never forget,
The taste of egg noodles, the tea, the sweat.
Neon lights, they used to glow,
Through the alleys where the vendors know.
Tiě bǎn niú bā and fried rice bowls,
The flavors of home still feed my soul.
I’m painting Hong Kong, the city of dreams,
Fried rice nights, won ton streams.
From Kowloon haze to Victoria skies,
This city’s been through lows and highs.
Egg tarts, star ferries, dim sum plates,
80s and 90s, those golden days.
I’m painting Hong Kong, through every tear,
This city survives, year after year.
She’s been through storms, she’s seen the fight,
But her heart beats strong through the darkest night.
From Central streets to Temple’s glow,
The spirit of Hong Kong will always show.
Pineapple buns and egg tart’s grace,
Every snack’s a memory I won’t erase.
Brush in hand, I paint the scene,
This city’s soul in every sheen.
I’m painting Hong Kong, the city of gold,
The flavors, the lights, the stories it told.
Won ton noodle nights, dim sum days,
80s and 90s, we’ll find our way.
Egg waffles, clock towers, junk boats sail,
Through every storm, we’ll always…
I’m painting Hong Kong! the city of gold,
The flavors, the lights, the stories it told.
Won ton noodle nights, dim sum days,
80s and 90s, we’ll find our way.
Waffles, clock towers, junk boats sail,
Through every storm, we’ll always prevail.
I’m painting Hong Kong, through every tear,
This city survives, year after year.
Brush in my hand, colors in my mind,
Back to the streets where the clocks rewind.
Through all the changes, but one thing
we’ll always prevail.
Hong Kong always prevails.
Everywhere I See (Single)
(Written and Produce by © 2024 Law Cheuk Yui)
The snow is falling, the air feels sweet,
Twinkling lights on every street.
I'm walking with my family, my crew,
Sharing the love, the Christmas view.
The laughter's loud, the joy feels real,
The warmth of the season is all I feel.
But behind it all, there's a quiet spark,
A canvas waiting inside my heart.
They say, "Take a break, let the season shine,"
But every color feels like a sign.
The world's alive with beauty untamed,
Everywhere I look, it calls my name.
Everywhere I see, it's still painting,
Every sky, every street, every light cascading.
Everywhere I go, it's a portrait to show,
Every face, every smile, every heart aglow.
Even with my family, even with my friends,
In my heart, it's still painting, it never ends.
Everywhere I see, it's a masterpiece,
The world's my art, my soul's release.
The stars above, the snow below,
The way the city streets all glow.
I see the stories, I see the hues,
A million paintings I want to pursue.
A stranger's laugh, a window's gleam,
The gold of ribbons, like a dream.
Each fleeting moment has its place,
And every face feels like a portrait's grace.
They say, "Relax, enjoy the cheer,"
But inspiration's loud, it's all I hear.
The colors, the motion, the way they blend,
Each moment feels like it could never end.
Oh, the snowflakes fall, unique and bright,
Like brushstrokes dancing in the night.
Every shadow, every glow,
Is a story waiting to unfold.
So I hold these moments deep inside,
The laughter, the love, my family's pride.
But my heart's alive, it's how I'm made,
To paint the beauty this world has laid.
Everywhere I see, it's still painting,
Every sky, every street, every light cascading.
Everywhere I go, it's a portrait to show,
Every face, every smile, every heart aglow.
Everywhere I see, it's still painting…
Everywhere I go, inspiration's waiting…
Even with my family, even Christmas Eve,
In my heart, it's still painting.
The snow is falling, the air feels sweet,
Twinkling lights on every street.
I'm walking with my family, my crew,
Sharing the love, the Christmas view.
The laughter's loud, the joy feels real,
The warmth of the season is all I feel.
But behind it all, there's a quiet spark,
A canvas waiting inside my heart.
They say, "Take a break, let the season shine,"
But every color feels like a sign.
The world's alive with beauty untamed,
Everywhere I look, it calls my name.
Everywhere I see, it's still painting,
Every sky, every street, every light cascading.
Everywhere I go, it's a portrait to show,
Every face, every smile, every heart aglow.
Even with my family, even with my friends,
In my heart, it's still painting, it never ends.
Everywhere I see, it's a masterpiece,
The world's my art, my soul's release.
The stars above, the snow below,
The way the city streets all glow.
I see the stories, I see the hues,
A million paintings I want to pursue.
A stranger's laugh, a window's gleam,
The gold of ribbons, like a dream.
Each fleeting moment has its place,
And every face feels like a portrait's grace.
They say, "Relax, enjoy the cheer,"
But inspiration's loud, it's all I hear.
The colors, the motion, the way they blend,
Each moment feels like it could never end.
Oh, the snowflakes fall, unique and bright,
Like brushstrokes dancing in the night.
Every shadow, every glow,
Is a story waiting to unfold.
So I hold these moments deep inside,
The laughter, the love, my family's pride.
But my heart's alive, it's how I'm made,
To paint the beauty this world has laid.
Everywhere I see, it's still painting,
Every sky, every street, every light cascading.
Everywhere I go, it's a portrait to show,
Every face, every smile, every heart aglow.
Everywhere I see, it's still painting…
Everywhere I go, inspiration's waiting…
Even with my family, even Christmas Eve,
In my heart, it's still painting.
Pick Me Larry (Single version)
Pick Me! Larry, Call Me! Larry ! Lyrics:
(Written and Produce by © 2024 Law Cheuk Yui)
Oh, Larry, the king of the climb,
You made the hustle a work of art in time.
From nothing to everything, you made the play,
Now your name’s the one they all obey.
In your 30s, you had nothing to lose,
Parking cars, but you paid your dues.
A cheap print poster, slap on a frame,
200 percent, you changed the game.
You weren’t afraid to ask for more,
Knocked on Castelli’s legendary door.
You learned the trade, you played it right,
Gagosian’s empire was born that night.
Larry, you’re the one who sees,
The spark, the stars, the masterpieces.
If Castelli would’ve loved me, you would too,
Because I’m the artist who’s made for you!
Pick me, Larry, pick me now,
I’m the one, I’ll show you how.
Pick me, Larry, can’t you see?
Your next big star is gonna be me.
Pick me, Larry, make the call,
You’ll hang my work in your white wall.
Pick me, Larry, pick me now,
I’m the one, I’ll show you how!
You brought Barbara Kruger’s words to life,
Turned Baldessari’s wit into sharp-edged knives.
Jenny Holzer’s truth, you made it bold,
Your gallery shines with stories told.
From Richard Prince to the modern crew,
You saw the art, you pushed it through.
But if I’d been there, I swear you’d agree,
The star you’d push? It’s gotta be me.
Larry, you’ve got the golden touch,
You see the stars, you know so much.
If Castelli would’ve loved me, you would too,
Because I’m the artist who’s made for you!
Pick me, Larry, pick me now,
I’m the one, I’ll show you how.
Pick me, Larry, can’t you see?
Your next big star is gonna be me.
Pick me, Larry, make the call,
You’ll hang my work in your white wall.
Pick me, Larry, pick me now,
I’m the one, I’ll show you how!
Oh, Larry, imagine the time,
In the '80s glow, our stars align.
You’d see my brush, my fiery soul,
And make my art your ultimate goal.
But maybe this is just a dream,
A fantasy of what could’ve been.
A different life, a missed chance,
Where I’d be your gallery’s next big dance.
Pick me, Larry, pick me now,
I’m the one, I’ll show you how.
Pick me, Larry, can’t you see?
Your next big star is gonna be me.
Pick me, Larry, make the call,
You’ll hang my work in your white wall.
Pick me, Larry, pick me now,
I’m the one, I’ll show you how!
Pick me, Larry, pick me now,
I’m the one, I’ll show you how.
Pick me, Larry, can’t you see?
Your next big star is gonna be me.
Pick me, Larry, make the call,
You’ll hang my work in your white wall.
Pick me, Larry, pick me now,
I’m the one, I’ll show you how!
Pick me, Larry, pick me now,
I’m the one, I’ll show you how.
Pick me, Larry, can’t you see?
Your next big star is gonna be me.
Pick me, Larry, make the call,
You’ll hang my work in your white wall.
Pick me, Larry, pick me now,
I’m the one, I’ll show you how!
(Written and Produce by © 2024 Law Cheuk Yui)
Oh, Larry, the king of the climb,
You made the hustle a work of art in time.
From nothing to everything, you made the play,
Now your name’s the one they all obey.
In your 30s, you had nothing to lose,
Parking cars, but you paid your dues.
A cheap print poster, slap on a frame,
200 percent, you changed the game.
You weren’t afraid to ask for more,
Knocked on Castelli’s legendary door.
You learned the trade, you played it right,
Gagosian’s empire was born that night.
Larry, you’re the one who sees,
The spark, the stars, the masterpieces.
If Castelli would’ve loved me, you would too,
Because I’m the artist who’s made for you!
Pick me, Larry, pick me now,
I’m the one, I’ll show you how.
Pick me, Larry, can’t you see?
Your next big star is gonna be me.
Pick me, Larry, make the call,
You’ll hang my work in your white wall.
Pick me, Larry, pick me now,
I’m the one, I’ll show you how!
You brought Barbara Kruger’s words to life,
Turned Baldessari’s wit into sharp-edged knives.
Jenny Holzer’s truth, you made it bold,
Your gallery shines with stories told.
From Richard Prince to the modern crew,
You saw the art, you pushed it through.
But if I’d been there, I swear you’d agree,
The star you’d push? It’s gotta be me.
Larry, you’ve got the golden touch,
You see the stars, you know so much.
If Castelli would’ve loved me, you would too,
Because I’m the artist who’s made for you!
Pick me, Larry, pick me now,
I’m the one, I’ll show you how.
Pick me, Larry, can’t you see?
Your next big star is gonna be me.
Pick me, Larry, make the call,
You’ll hang my work in your white wall.
Pick me, Larry, pick me now,
I’m the one, I’ll show you how!
Oh, Larry, imagine the time,
In the '80s glow, our stars align.
You’d see my brush, my fiery soul,
And make my art your ultimate goal.
But maybe this is just a dream,
A fantasy of what could’ve been.
A different life, a missed chance,
Where I’d be your gallery’s next big dance.
Pick me, Larry, pick me now,
I’m the one, I’ll show you how.
Pick me, Larry, can’t you see?
Your next big star is gonna be me.
Pick me, Larry, make the call,
You’ll hang my work in your white wall.
Pick me, Larry, pick me now,
I’m the one, I’ll show you how!
Pick me, Larry, pick me now,
I’m the one, I’ll show you how.
Pick me, Larry, can’t you see?
Your next big star is gonna be me.
Pick me, Larry, make the call,
You’ll hang my work in your white wall.
Pick me, Larry, pick me now,
I’m the one, I’ll show you how!
Pick me, Larry, pick me now,
I’m the one, I’ll show you how.
Pick me, Larry, can’t you see?
Your next big star is gonna be me.
Pick me, Larry, make the call,
You’ll hang my work in your white wall.
Pick me, Larry, pick me now,
I’m the one, I’ll show you how!