This is the 3rd collaboration with my old friend Synline (@synline). I created a basic track using his equipment in his studio, and he completed it with his excellent arrangement (includes creating additional sections, tracks, etc.) and mastering work.

Composition by Ken
Composition and Sampling collage and mix by Synline

Taken Away (collab. w/ Synline)

Bande originale d'un film jamais tourné 

The Bat Man

Uncharted Lands

A track I created about 8 months ago. I had it posted but then removed it for more editing. Figured it was time to let it see some light...all vocals music and production done by this guy....enjoy...

When you find yourself
When you find yourself sitting alone
When you find yourself
When you find yourself sitting alone
When you tell yourself 
When you tell yourself it'll be okay
When you tell yourself 
When you tell yourself it'll be okay

And you know
And you know

When you find yourself
When you find yourself sitting alone
When you tell yourself 
When you tell yourself it'll be okay

And you know
And you know

And You Know

A breakup song

It's My Shovel
I wish I believed in us
At this point I can't even be fake
It's me or you, and I choose me
That's my take

There can never be an us
It could never be, it could never seem
That me or you, is you and me
That's insane

What if there could be an us
I’d give anything if I could be redeemed
By your decree, but you left me
Holding faith

I let their mistakes, be my struggle
It’s not yours to take, it’s my shovel
To bury the past where I stumbled

You're never alone if you’re humble
You’ve got what it takes, at every level
Believe in yourself, you know that I will

I know I believe us
At this point I can’t even explain
How she and you, saved all of me
We’re the same


Its My Shovel

Sharp Objects

Peculiar Sightings

Un hommage à Rimbaud, à la vie faite d'errance et d'erreurs, d'absolue beauté aussi, à tous ceux dont les rêves les plus fous ont fini par façonner la réalité , aux antipodes de nos pragmatiques  sans souffle et au petit pied. On peut leur préférer le Poète et ses "semelles de vent". (Le morceau est long, je sais, je m'en excuse, mais le texte est long aussi et la musique se veut un peu comme un voyage)
 PAROLES
Gentil poète
Trafiquant d’armes
Tu t’es perdu dans les sables
 Non loin d’Addis Abeba
Pourquoi le si lointain là-bas ? 

Gentil poète 
Trafiquant d’armes
Pourquoi avoir rompu le charme ?
 Ton amitié avec Verlaine
Le tendre Automne et ses violons
 L’enfance chère aux étrennes
 Tout l’or des Illuminations.

Gentil poète
Trafiquant d’armes
Tu t’es perdu dans les sables
 Non loin d’Addis Abeba
Pourquoi le si lointain là-bas ? 

Gentil poète 
Trafiquant d’armes
Entre la violence et le rêve
La guerre aussi tu l’as connue
La tête en l’air, la tête nue.
Comme si tu te fuyais toi-même
Tu as écrit tous tes poèmes
« Je est un autre », nous disais-tu.

Gentil poète
Trafiquant d’armes
Ange ou démon, Dormeur du val,
 Tes rêves se firent caravanes
Comme d’autres fument des Havane.

Ton Bateau ivre dans tous les ports
 De Marseille, de Massaoua ou Djedda
Tes poèmes d’âme et de corps
Pourquoi le si lointain là-bas ?

Nouvelles Voyelles, nouvelles fièvres
Ton cri moderne sur nos lèvres
 Ton cri encore nous libère
 De toutes les Saisons en enfer.

Gentil poète
Trafiquant d’armes
Tu t’es perdu dans les sables
Non loin d’Addis Abeba
Pourquoi le si lointain là-bas ?
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Nice poet
Arms trafficker
You got lost in the sands
 Not far from Addis Ababa
Why the so far away there? 

Nice poet 
Arms trafficker
Why did you break the spell?
 Your friendship with Verlaine
The tender Autumn and its violins
 Childhood dear to gifts
 All the gold of the Enlightenment.

Nice poet
Arms trafficker
You got lost in the sands
 Not far from Addis Ababa
Why the so far away there? 

Nice poet 
Arms trafficker
Between violence and dreams
The war you also knew her
Head up, head bare.
As if you were running away from yourself
You wrote all your poems
"I'm another," you told us.

Nice poet
Arms trafficker
Angel or demon, Dormeur du val,
 Your dreams were caravanned
Like others smoke Havana.

Your Drunk Boat in All Ports
 From Marseille, Massawa or Jeddah
Your poems of soul and body
Why the so far away there?

New Vowels, New Fevers
Your modern cry on our lips
 Your cry again sets us free
From all the Seasons to hell.

Nice poet
Arms trafficker
You got lost in the sands
Not far from Addis Ababa
Why the so far away there?




Abyssinie (hommage à Rimbaud)

Here’s a nice one I produced this morning hope ya’ll like, share & enjoy

Crossed Wires

i knew i knew

Buy on Bandcamp

eu.Reca - Minus 80 (Instrumental)

Welcome to my stream of consciousness through sound... Bless you All.. Like and Follow and I will do the same... I listen to y'all music... Y'ALL SO DOPE!!!!!!!!!!! Blessings and keep up the wondrous works....

Sharp Objects

HeruKhuti