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NIGHT AFTER NIGHT VOCAL.WAV

Glitch’d State

Recorded at Studio 15 by fabiano matiolla
fabiano matiolla - All guitars, bass, keyboards and drum samples...
Release Date: 2025-05-30

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► Lyrics ◄
The night goes
Silence that soothes
Moon took the tide
Natural change
Contole is organic
There's a wind that responds
Breath that does good

Terral is his name
Raising the crest
Holding the wall
Imposing wave

Maral is his brother
Today he is not coming
It's from the land to the sea
Dolphin already knows
Good wave to catch
#Terral #Reggae #Surf

Terral

Immigrant Song

Pull Me By a String (very demo 1)

You can purchase on bandcamp, if you want.
https://s-sujin.bandcamp.com/track/kq-on-the-mountain

Rec on 09/14/2025

"kq" on the mountain

half-asleep eyes
open to a dreamlike world
of blossoms

Natsume Seibi (1749-1816) was the son of a wealthy Edo rice broker and was acquainted with a number of other famous poets, including Oshima Ryota and Kobayashi Issa. In addition to his poetry, Seibi left behind a number of fine examples of haikai prose. 

Haiku by Natsume Seibi

Picture by Pascal Bullan

beryl mossed wools - naviarhaiku611

Verse 1
When the things that you loved are all torn to pieces
The old life has crumbled, you fall down in the creases
When your friends and your family done throwed you away
And black cats speak nightmares that have the last say

Chorus
She'll show you how much a man can take without breaking
When you're half dead, broke down, and ain't got a dime
Crazy for a love, that hurts like the devil
You know the devil is a friend of mine

Verse 2
When your mind resists the pills Jesus left by your bedside
You're shoved down head-first in a fire of lies to be tried
Baby shows up when you're turned blue and stopped breathing
She whispers sweet nothings to a heart that stopped leaving

Chorus
She'll show you how much a man can take without breaking
When you're knocked out, broke down, and ain't got a dime
Crazy for a love, that hurts like the devil
You know the devil is a friend of mine

Verse 3
I'm tired of tears and laughter, of men that lie to reap
of what may come hereafter and everything but sleep
If I wake with wings in heaven or face the pains of hell
I'll take the trail she follows, in the end it may be well

Chorus
She'll show you how much a man can take without breaking
When you're half-dead, broke down and ain't got a dime
Crazy for a love that hurts like the devil
You know the devil is a friend of mine

Close
I've gone crazy for a love that hurts like the devil
You know the devil is a friend of mine

Hurts Like the Devil

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

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