Written, Arranged, Performed, and Produced by Kyle Bolan
Art by Kyle Bolan

Lyrics:
All the way in the past
I failed to raise the phantasm appetite
For the sweet spark specks
left on the pink of the leopard's gums
Here's a name, belongs on a desk
Here's eyes, belong on reruns

I was promised cold laughs and lunch
Victuals preserving the sour strengthening old
Bones found in the concrete, Human? Animal? Dog?
The knowledge for soul soothing succor
Writing messages in the sand dunes for my successor

Lives are made of asking names
Repair the speaking part of me
The jutting gun mount not reeking of gun soil
or anything

Cold highway
Anticipate the vanity
All human efforts have awaiting
Line patterns in the dark, following

Disastrous apparel
Breath through stitching, high nested squirrel
Patient and perceiving
The world's weight on the back of a turtle
I will screen daylight upon awaking
Camera obscura tells the story
that starts me shaking

Devouring roots, tree bark, grass of the plain
Sicken and die rather than surrender to disdain
Conjure the future through an obsidian mirror
See role dwindling down to the secular
Breastbone bears an inscription
indecipherable to the scholars

This fish's flesh will no longer do
No more nights spent in the canoe
Sunlight glints off seiche and capillary
Remission of the correspondent missionary
Grey feels the need to part
inadvertently revealing an ocean of schemes
What foul dust floated in the wake 
of his dreams?
May 28, 2025


Cold Highway

Cyclic Cycle

Here is  one I made earlier :-)  Thank you for your kind shares plays , and playlists.

Added  Organ piano strings and percussion   Annette
(C) Vocalatti 2025

In  A Haze

Llanpsych goes on a mission to the grassroots of dub.
Beats (Looperman) GAWGAW Groove by laurentwirz
Guitars, bass, Synth and mix by Llanpsych

Dub Mission

I am a human

Maybe adhd

Quick coffee sharpener 
caffeine boost 
shot of southern comfort 
Scrapping juice
Tell your mate mate his mums fit 
Cracking boobs
Fill the day with dumb shit
Bask in youth

And I don’t know if wisdoms worth the trade off
It’s better when you don’t know what your made of
Before you’ve felt the things to be afraid of

Cold sausage sandwich 
From last night
Belly built for binging
Acid shite
Sneak snaps of minge in
Black and white
Wide eyed and blinking
Every night

And I don’t think if we knew what we know now
We’d have grew fully immune or played how
Our mums read we should behave in the playground 
Oh well it’s too late now

One handed keyboard playing , vocals lyrics and bv’s by me

Maybe adhd

Hard to say good bye

half high

Wonderland - Adam John Coulombe-Mann

*** VIDEO NOW ON YOUTUBE ***
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9hQ8DbjOXzw

We hope you enjoy this instrumental version of our song Rise. It may surprise you to know that, other than the computer-generated drum sounds, there are no keyboards or synthesisers: all of the sounds were created with electric and bass guitars!

Cyclic Cycle

Francesco Salerno