Four piano fragments for Her Highness Damga
1 - The Deep Sky of Abstraction [0 - 0:50]
2 - Red Hair Pop Theme [0:50 - 1:44]
3 - Take Off Your Armour [1:44 - 3:12]
4 - La Nuit Monte dans le Crépuscule Embaumé [3:12  - 4:07]

Piano Fragments For Damga

Silently Dreaming

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Silently Dreaming

Original
Lyrics & vocals by me
Music made in Garageband

Lyrics.

When I leave a room I enter a new one
Whats in the new room for me?
I can paint the walls with colors I like
Leave behind what I don't want to see

But I can never leave behind the ones i love
In my heart they always will be
I carry them with me in my soul
When I leave the room they are still with me...

Much of the old can be thrown away
Be replaced by something new
But something will always remain the same
My loved ones, I'm always here with you

I can never leave behind the ones I love
In my heart they always will be
I carry them with me in my soul
When I leave the room they are still with me...

I can never leave behind the ones I love
In my heart they always will be
I carry them with me in my soul
When I leave the room they are still with me....

When I Leave The Room (Original)

A simple, rather loose, jazz ensemble, and a simple message.
It seems as though the social and political turbulence is much like trying to paddle your own canoe - it's going to get rough and it will feel as though hope is lost, but don't stop and don't despair. Hope Floats.

The song was originally intended as a relationship muse, where two people are supposed to be paddling, together, in the same direction, but the boat keeps turning 'round and 'round. It takes courage to realize you can only control your own paddle and how you use it. It can be overwhelming and daunting, at times, and you may be inclined to abandon ship: don't.

Uploaded one week into the Trump 2.0 Administration

Lyrics:

I got my paddle in the water, 
I'm paddling with all I've got
The bow is sinking slowly, 
Glanced off a rock.
And i'm startin' to sink down into the water
Losin' myself in the current,
Goin' down, down, goin' down,
Lord help me I'm goin', goin' ,goin',  down

(instrumental break)

I got a bucket in the water
I'm bailin' but it's not enough, no.
The water's slowly risin'
And I'm runnin' out of luck.
And I'm startin' to sink down into the water
Losin' myself in the current
Goin' down, down, goin' down,
Lord help me, I'm goin', goin' down,
I'm goin' down.

Jazz Collaborations

I've Got My Paddle in the Water

my futile attempt at transcendence despite the wise teachings of Ram Dass (aka Richard Alpert), whose insightful words bookend this song


Get Lost  

Gonna take a trip inside myself                                                
To find serenity
It’s not a place I know so well
But it’s where I’m taking me
I start this meditation
Close my eyes and count to ten
Lose myself and take a breath 
Repeat it once again

I get lost, get lost
Then I think too much and grok it up
My mantra just got tossed
Get lost, get lost
Conscious seething, breathing
Got my toes and fingers crossed

Drive the coast to Big Sur
A former hippie way
Timmy Leary, Dicky Alpert
What do those mushrooms say?
Well, Timmy went to prison
And Dicky changed his name
And me I go in circles
I can’t understand my brain

Get lost, get lost
Albert Hofmann’s in the kitchen
He can cook that secret sauce
Get lost, get lost
I wanna reach the 5th dimension
Go beyond my permafrost
                                                                                         
OOHH  the infinite beauty
OOHH the infinite me
OOHH the intoxication
Oh don't do don't do
 just be…. Let It Be

Ram Dass, the Dali Lama
Baba is my name
Yogacise don’t moralize
I play the Buddah game
Psilocybin take me higher
Mother Earth I feel her near
Holds me in her sunshine
I dissolve and disappear

Get lost, get lost
Then I think too much and grok it up
My mantra just got tossed
Get lost, get lost
I wanna reach the 5th dimension
Go beyond this permafrost



Get Lost

Electronic Rock

A one-take acoustic track...sweetened with some EQ, Compression and Reverb...that's all...Improvisation is composing on the fly...

Open for collaboration

I would ask that you enable me to download your version of this...I'd like to make an album showcasing everyone's talents and visions...working title would be "Variations on a Dream" but I'm open to other titles...all tracks would be "locked down" unless you say otherwise...

Project 2 in Open C (Open for Collab)

Wrote and played all the instrumentation..always loved this song as a kid …hope I’ve done it justice🤘🏻💜🤘🏻🤓☺️

Don’t wanna be Eleanor anymore
Don’t wanna be Eleanor
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby
Picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window
Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Father McKenzie
Writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working
Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
All the lonely people (All the lonely people)
All the lonely people (All the lonely people)
All the lonely people (All the lonely people)
Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie
Wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved
All the lonely people all the lonely people
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)

Eleanor Rigby-purpleclaire (cover)

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

Space (Inst.)

a take on todays filthy global regime effect . i wrote this a while back , i wish i hadn't now , kinda . . . by RJ WALKER

Low life in high places

Note: In light of the recent AI breakthroughs, we feel it's important to clarify that we've been working with voice modulation since the mid-1990s – originally inspired by David Bowie's album Outside. Our approach predates AI-driven tools and is rooted in treating the voice as an instrument, shaped and sculpted through earlier technologies.

We fully understand that questioning authenticity may not be the intention – but it's worth remembering that all electronic music is, by nature, mediated and transformed. Even Nietzsche pointed out how modern tools shape us: inserting paper into a typewriter already creates a distance that handwriting does not. Perhaps birdsong is the only truly authentic sound. 🐦

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