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

Enfranchisement

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

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

Nullify

Invent

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

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