This is an incomplete and very rough cut of an impromptu instrumental I had made one late night and without anything more than a short lyrical hook of which I drunkenly (and poorly)laid atop. Don't be hatin'... 

The Volume (Garbage Freestyle Version) By KGB

Mama Raw Remastered Acoustic By KGB

Kyle And Adam

"Break Bread” lyrics by KGB

Swing clear, stinging grief and tears
Bring me near, just don’t leave me here
Pragmatic souvenir, asthmatic engineer who made his move and disappeared, he made his move and disappeared

So let’s begin another chapter, filled with love and filled with laughter 
Eternal hell on Earth or live happily ever after?
Reacting calmly to acts of indiscretion
Forgiveness be my motto for their human imperfection
I miss the crazy summers, when trouble’s what we brew
Sleeping way past noon and fucking howling at the moon
Skating barefoot through traffic down Pier Ave
A candle vigil ain't the only thing I’ll do for you
I’d go back to shooting smack, pan handling for crack, with wads of dirty clothes stuffed inside my backpack  
I’d pretend to be successful, courageous, indispensable, the most dependable contender that the male gender holds

I’d bleed internally, I'd sell my soul
I’d do whatever the hell I am told
I’d break bread but also dinner rolls 
I’d labor in the desert wearing heavy winter clothes

I’d trade my heavy heart, my tarnished mortal seat
I’d happily go lay out in the middle of the street
I’d let the world just walk all over me until I’m obsolete  
I’d give my fucking shoes to anyone who needs them more than me
I’d give up every ounce of blood for your mortality
I’d endorse my every paycheck to the likes of those in need
I’d force another renaissance upon society
I’d speak of all your glory and your legendary story  
I’d go back to socializing with the people I’m ignoring

I’d bleed internally, I'd sell my soul
I’d do whatever the hell I am told
I’d break bread but also dinner rolls 
I’d labor in the desert wearing heavy winter clothes


Counting every second, we hope for good news 
Pray to whomever for safe rendezvous
But as for everything I said I’d do, not a single one will write (right) their own

"Break Bread" by The KGB

*First track is a more mastered alternative version of my track initially named "Mama", now goes by "Naked With a Gun". I'm much happier with the quality of this version, though it's still not where I want it to be. I did my best with what I had to work with. Hope ya'll enjoy...

*Second track is an instrumental I mixed using soundbites I recorded firsthand from my psychotic/ absolutely evil landlord's monthly visit of terror... It's pretty damn funny and I'm quite happy with how it came out. Hope ya'll enjoy it as well.

"The Harvey's Shitlist" By The KGB

"Naked With A Gun" (Alt. version of MAMA)

The KGB
Writer/ Musician/ Creator
Los Angeles, CA


With a wild imagination and adventurous persona, I became an avid writer in early adolescence. Filling the pages of composition books with journal entries, poems, songs and short stories. Emerging from this early passion blossomed an ability in percussion and the guitar. This passion has only grown stronger throughout the years and as my songwriting progressed, I have transformed my style to that of a gritty street poet with a slide guitar and back beat. As a full time degenerate, I enjoy making music when my schedule permits.

Kyle Gregory Byers

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