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

My Body Moves On Its Own

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

Lyrics:
Fox Steps... Walk down on me

Simple Fascination
Walk down on me
Palace life
Program the man for me
Who is ever wandering the street
Alleyways and loss of pigment
The bars are all we walk along
Barred in as all in need

Whose legs walking over me?
Down in damp
Presence of family and piece of mind
Working over new age person
Homely and ever degrading
Left out with the mold crown

Seeking out the telegrams of World War Two grandfather
Getting less and less like his son
Ever wandering the cobblestones
Gas lamp lit
Always Chinese lanterns in the clouds
And simple fascination

Walk down on me
I stole from whom I don't even know
Damp shining with past
Good and bad memories

I walk across cattails and stones
Marshes growing into forest
For whom I know not
Waves of wind and soil wash down on me and feet
Whose legs walking over me?

Fox runs lithely with broken leg
I dream to them to tell tales
Running this side mountain path
War passed through here
Soldiers and tunnels and faces
I do not know

Walking on me
Tiny steps
Like paper pads and concepts
What you've done to me
They also know
That for me
The marsh will grow
Like simple fascination
Take a photo
Step
And take
What you owe
        May 23, 2024

Fox Steps

We're All Loving The Wrong People

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

Lyrics:
No doors, no windows
Something has to be broken to get out
Stay with me just a little longer
Though friendship or love cannot create a way out

But the path is jagged
Travel over rough terrain
Sharpen yourself, again and again

Seared as if by live coals
Will you ever have the name?
Storms roll over to pass the time
In rain, we all dream the same

I was looked upon by the clear eyes of despair
A future died today, I was there

No time for pity or sadness
The reasons are not
No courage within to fight the fear
only dull resentment against his lot

Had been open hearted, had he?
The selfish are always happy
A half moon is brighter, my senses keep
A pain under the surface of sleep
causing uneven breathing to sweep
but not break the surface, it is too deep

A voice over the edge of the dream
Voices drifting from the garden below
"Come and be healed and be grilled
I'm raking the coals"

Goddess love and be healed by me
Corruption in the night, recognized again
For colors I didn't live, and stories I didn't see
In rain, we all dream the same

Their thigh is torn
Their figures spread ash and flame
Vigor pricked by a thorn
The nightmare of how we all dream the same

I didn't create
and I didn't stay (or decorate)
The frigidity diplomat just wouldn't go away
But behind my eyes was never only just for me
Is there no justice on which this someone I can disagree
Or some delight we make to blame
On all dreaming the same

Slowing down
The madness Bridge Schools
save the brain
He laid down and loved every moment of drool 
every instinct of pain
Every time he wept
and every time he slept
In the rain,
Dreaming how we all dream the same
August 16, 2024 and December 9, 2024

We All Dream The Same

Washing Glass

Slivered Shadow

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

Lyrics:
Threw the keys in the sink disposal
Found 2 bodies in the bathroom stall
I just don't seem to care
Never really cared at all

They ask, How could I not have noticed?
How could I have lived with you there
I just didn't seem to notice
I just didn't seem to care

That time was only metal for you
That time was always dirge
I didn't seem to want to know
I didn't have the urge

Kept clean and did the dishes
Fed the dog and the fishes
The cat could never be found
I never bothered to look around

Staying awake seemed a chore
Yet I smiled as I swept the floor
I don't remember having this many walls
I guess I never really noticed
Never really noticed, that's all

February 28 and March 3, 2025

Untitled Song 1

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

Lyrics:
Walking away from me
I see
A brightness
An emission of brilliance
An omission of weight
An admission of guilt
Oct. 5, 2024

Limerence Pt. 1

Written, Arranged, Performed, and Produced by Kyle Bolan

Fallen Bird

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

Lyrics:
At night there's a hiss
In the dark, an image
The ghost in the fridge

Drifter in the foyer
Watcher in the wings
Evaporated misgivings
Apparated channel missing

Counting the dogs' evening whimpers
and their lolling noisome traits
Staring at an empty open door
Staring between the gates

Machinery run on ectoplasm
Salivating on a spirit of fear
Savoring moment dominance
Now that moment is here

At night there's a hiss
In the dark, an image
The ghost in the fridge
April 10, 2025

Ghost In The Fridge

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

Lyrics:
Motivational salience
Incentive salience
Aversive salience

Will to will to will to never overcome
To will to will to will to will to will to will
into being
being being being being being being being
one and with me
Oct. 5, 2024

Limerence pt.2

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

Lyrics:
You were planted, 
often alone
Catching a red fish 
and letting it go
Violet tinged under 
the water
In your head, a hole 
I hammer
So a gentle warm breeze
might into it blow
Catching a red fish
and letting it go

Undone 
the soul saves but one
Fed off the youngest look
Aphids get hooked

The lifeline is open
in my hand
Hard death looms like a 
palm filled with sand
I love chlorophyll in my 
treacherous land
The fresh squeezed blooming
deprived me
I cannot stand

Bathed like leaves
in a history book
Maddening
how Aphids get hooked

Youth, young and small
Directions promise it all
Yet they complain of getting rooked
(Even though they know)
Aphids get hooks

You were planted,
often alone
Catching a red fish
and letting it go
Here in mauve sun
solvent by the brook
Underneath, caves want it all
Here, Aphids get hooked
Oct. 21, 2024 and May 9, 2025

Aphids Get Hooked

Written, Read, and Produced by Kyle Bolan
Art by Kyle Bolan

My soul dangling above auction
What more to keep me burning?
Truthful ridicule
That in a crowd of a room
I am no more with anyone else

Brothers - who take condolences
Like charms
Within a hopeful empty waste,
within arms
Who once like every Everly
Made laquer of their hearts
To trim morality
There is no border of definition

Born with no definition
Found the same way
He bares my high water-mark
It will not go away

Like losing friendly water
How his hands are larger in their grasp
Of an opusculum
I wouldnt force upon an Avalon
No more of masquerade
I like the weight of a well made chain

It sounds like all his troubles are the same
No more bigger house
He has made hash and fishnet
With absent frolic
How he wishes I were static
Oh, his poor trapped mouse

And wont come with me
His paces are too small
Beak is hard
I bite like beach
A brow of sand
Has many porous reaches
For speleological discovery
He glances just for me

That quick moment
Is escalation
From already white hot heat
A stare and a ceiling
Clinging snake muck
Has wrung personality 
into jelly
His jealousy must be me

If I didnt care before
Take one, then take one more
Had there ever been a horror
Like justice comparing menial absolutely
There is viscous ambiguity
Somebody goes there
A cross of meaning 
There must be

Please be one like mind of me
                  Nov. 11, 2024


(High) Watermark (Spoken Word)

Written, Arranged, Performed, and Produced by Kyle Bolan
Art by Kyle Bolan
Free piano and guitar improv. Played only once for each part.

Chiaroscuro 1

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

Lyrics:
Whatever pours out of me I hope is for you
Messenger divine love to pass through
I cant get out of myself, my wandering is held too
Messenger divine love to pass through

Lay on my side and think of what I've shared
What I wished and should've dared
Inconsistency, the mark of human love
The hurt and ache come sharp from above

Plant yourself like cacti in sand
Live hardy on discipline in the harsh hot land
Divining hexagrams on the newsprint texture
This page will lie heavy for sure

God has eaten man, fair grace
Whoever he takes he uses, fade trace

Lacking in basic motor skills
while collecting a diverse set of wills
Third world journey, travel by train
Throw off my jacket and any other trappings
that leave a social stain

Sorry for being here 
at the foot of the mountain
With my cast aside clothes and wrappings
that I will not have again

Messenger divine love to pass through
Whatever pours out of me I hope is for you
Messenger divine love to pass through
I can't get out of myself
My wandering is held too
               March 31, 2025

Three Tails

Written, Arranged, Performed, and Produced by Kyle Bolan
Art by Kyle Bolan
Solo piano improv For The One True Form - 1

Tempting The Wake Of His Brush

Nullify

Invent

Citters

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

Lyrics:
Are there far and dark countries teeming
I have to see
Life's too dull, I wait patiently

I'm slipping past and stealing where I can
Stealing as much as I can stand
Cannot be cold, cannot be buzzing all the time
Life's dull strain, looking for a hill to climb

Every line and shape perfectly defined
Every color detailed and brilliant
Life's too dull, even the great can't live with it

Mirage music and poetry and letters
Language we love to say
Life's too dull, and gets in the way

Sylph male circling me, come together when I breathe
Life's too dull, that's what we achieve

Nothing has started, nothing has come through
I'd like to stay after school
I don't even know what it is I've held on to
Life's dull strain, what do I want to do

I treat you like you're in short supply
Life's too dull, I can't imagine why

The mother's sins have won
Life's too dull, we've barely just begun

Arms crossed at wrist, held tight
Shadow of a dove
Flies across the beam moonlight
Casting on the wall
Life's too dull, it's not a dove at all

Baseball and stadium
The summer scorching heat
Life's too dull, and incomplete

There are too many questions
But I don't want answers, I just want to feel
Life's too dull, form of a habitrail wheel

Pesticide perpetrators at beck and call
Herding unique tales to a cliff to fall
But then I don't want to sparkle
Or have the gold wash over the aerial
I'd rather be blank and small
Life's too dull, since I grasp the sprawl
I'd rather be blank and small

Mirage music and poetry and letters
Language we love to say
Life's too dull, let's be on our way

               April 15, 2025


Life's Too Dull

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

Lyrics:

Salt air
Land locked shore
Clipped hair
Clipped hair
Dusting the floor

When the reason's her
When the season's here
Not stuck anymore 
When the reason's her

Going stir
The voice of an Age
Cut off
At the fur
At the fur
Red apple rage

Windowless her
Windowless her
Nausea I could not 
assuage

Tongue tied blur
Tongue tied blue
At the hopelessness
of the page
All the hope I have/hold 
of you

Windowless her
Windowless her
            April 24, 2025

Windowless Her

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

Lyrics:
Revenge is for dreams, never reality
Humming from the window, or is that just me?
Here and existing
Existence, the dream of a god wracked with ennui

Refuse to be comforted
with conscription or mosque or desired holocaust
Kangaroos lack individuality
not me

With the grief I've gathered up in my arms
See the face of Laocöon and his two sons come to harm
Crushed by the snake for threatening to interfere
Sometimes the rivers shake 
Sometimes the skies are clear

Sometimes the fire burns, dry and plain
Sometimes the wood is cool and wet with rain
Suffer the heat like a cat on the three hottest days
of midsummer,
go back to the river
Though there may be a maze along the way

Curse and throw spit into the fire
Cast out the bad souls left in me
Apparitions are just cedar trees in the dark
Though the thought refuses to expire
Though I take this expensive piece of language with me

With everything to have and everything to give
Evidence for the coming universal wish not to live
The Hand reaches down to cradle and caress
The peace of mind of duress and unrest

The scent of a sweet song is on the midsummer air
The false and unjust with talons that tear
But the snare of the struggle 
       of the dream is ennui
Is the humming from the window?
        or is that just me?
                   July 26, 2024

Kangaroo Kourt

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

Lyrics:
Bird within a bird
Dream within a dream
Taking off with madness
perks the silver stream

They will never find me 
inside of this dream
Unfreeze upon the border
where I make myself lean

Bird becomes bird
Dream becomes dream
Compartmental thinking
flushed with the effort of a seam
          Dreamed Feb. 22, 2025

Bird Within A Bird

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

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

Lyrics:
Everybody thinks like me
They've written and spoken my words
relentlessly

Heads hiding behind windows
Hiding in plain sight
Down eaves of windowsills
Feet in rocks, anthracite

Auto apartment structures
They build themselves
All the time
No necessity, no reason, no rhyme

Chipped in winter
Line drawings of the words
Freezing the moment sweet
Capturing things you've never seen

You know you should stay
Strangers leave such obvious
clues along the way

Heart has made sense
Voted least likely to succeed
at any expense

The day I exceed
Take the dry rot and blooms out
that we will not need
April 10, 2025

Least Likely To Succeed

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

Lyrics:
We will be different like all the rest
A body to call my own
Nothing belongs, there is no property
Coming and going alone

We were supposed to be - Animal life
They all look like me - Animal life
The motion of thought is most similar
stimulant
Time and clothes are a construct
simulant

Water springs from the ground
We all find it, we all drink of it
We all taste it, pass the cup around

Someone passed through the backyard
Someone unknown
With heavy culture
With no home
Nothing belongs, there is no property
Coming or going weeakly aloane

Fruit on the branches - Animal life
Taking no chances - Animal life
The last story to be passed down
was forgotten, it stopped being said
Life springs all around, Death of the dead
July 24, 2025

Animal Life

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

Lyrics:
Laid out over an endless flat plain of white sand
Comfortable bleaching in the naked Sun
Lean-to's covered with tattered cloth close by
Safety in arms from which you cannot pry

No fever here
Dressing hold tight upon the wounds
There isn't a single square inch to clean
No refuse to collect
no steam, no dunes

Discussion holds no value
Traps are welcomed and sought
My surrounding core is this desolate and hot
A life made to be extant
No thought thrown to future or past
Missing desires and prophecies
to declare or recant

This model has all the gears of a clock
Frame of wire suspending rock
Made as a diagram for young minds
to learn and dissect
The basis of which is incorrect

I haven't been into anything else
Have not been approached by the workings of a similar core
How these nights are all Sun
Encroached by the beautiful poignantly sore
How these comforts I tease are
oblivion of war

I'm etching a new model in this flat taste
The warmth of those arms
with need, shame, necessity 
with greedy intent
I have disgraced

Forgive me this trespass
this torrential waste
July 5, 2025

Orrery

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

Lyrics:

I must have some weight
I must have some wind
To hold me down

Waving from Purgatory
The content of my soul
Let me go

I heard you had grief 
I heard you had relief
Let me carry it home

Nothing defeats a happy home
Nothing defeats me all alone

Waving from Purgatory
The content of my soul
Let me go

I must have the moon
I must have the sun
To hold me down

Nothing defeats a happy home
Nothing defeats me all alone
I hear you had relief
Let me carry it home
March 17, 2025


Waving From Purgatory

Written, Arranged, Performed, and Produced by Kyle Bolan
Art by Kyle Bolan
 Lyrics:
Band despised
or outright
Harmony in molars lied
Despite rolling motors on the home
Remaining obviance on the roam
Howard road skates like ice
Ours was a simian vice
Like lo-tecs living off rice
Sole bared this tiled piece
The soil buried the deceased
Poor animal
Awakens outside
This is his tomb and his grave, his rising tide
The populace ride
Overdressed and under weighed
Fan blood that is saved
Fan vote Jobraic
Outdoes his life
Mute media heats a knife
To saith:
"Go thou beneath me, little and afraid
Away in some dark corner to stay"
He is a hunter, not a spy
One shadow he pulls under
Poor animal, he cannot fight
There once was a widdle
who goes there for our war
Only my serpent eye
which rolled when hit the floor
Saddle recognition
Like pool like bike
Our service for this peace
Like servants all diseased
Mock of the Mandrill
Hawk of the hand - will
Wait for the stick to be thrown 
and then go after it alone
A search recommended by name
and algorithm locked
Poor animal
that is tamed
then unlocked
Oct. 29, 2025

Poor Animal

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

Lyrics:
Singers in
November dawn
Board drought forever stolen pawn
Here's a steady rhythm
Banging out over muscle
On long garden
Lawn length epistle
Evening a strike
Orange from horizontal glow
Gregorian hymn
Hers heard in an ear she doesn't know
He will stand there and wait
I am yesterday
I am cassette tape
Warmer working this muscle that is tight
Blind stories tell
of a blind night
or of the smallest glimmer
that escapes all others' sight

I am Summer/Winter
Vernal/Autumnal
You are November
Equinoctial
Nov. 18, 2025

November Solstice

#StartTheNextWave - New Wave. Post Punk. Art Pop Experimentor. New songs always in the works. Stay tuned.

Kyle Bolan

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