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

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

Lyrics:
Walking away from me
I see
A brightness
An emission of brilliance
An omission of weight
An admission of guilt
Oct. 5, 2024

Limerence Pt. 1

Written, Arranged, Performed, and Produced by Kyle Bolan

Fallen Bird

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

"Wounded" is a movingly mournful, fluid and warm improvisational composition by saxophonist, singer and multi-instrumentalist Zeki Zindyl (on this track particularly excelling on the EWI), situated in an astral-projected atmosphere between ambient jazz, alt-R&B and electronic music. Inspired by the out-of-body spiritualism explored by legends such as Alice Coltrane and Pharoah Sanders, and bearing similarities to contemporary acts such as Joseph Shabason, Chief Xian aTunde Adjuah and Nala Sinephro - their music at once synthetic and organic, celestial and earthly, sensual yet glassy - “Wounded" is a nocturnal piece for dreaming and solitary walks, moving seamlessly, full of opaque colours. As "Wounded" spirals upward into a head-spinning emotional climax, we sense a power that’s hard to dismiss: a noisy flower, dynamic unpredictable melodies in a warm, saturated dreamscape - trance-like with a deep sensuality. “Wounded" is another spellbinding introduction to the adventurous, genrebending, yet accessible and emotionally visceral music of Zeki Zindyl.

Zeki about the single:
“For years, I had explored the possibilities of wind instruments with effects, always envying pianists and guitarists for their ability to accompany themselves while singing. This curiosity led to an unconventional discovery: by setting the breath input on my EWI to zero, I found a way to sustain a constant tone without blowing. This became the foundation of Wounded - a composition built around the interplay of two monophonic sound sources: voice and EWI expanded through effect pedals.

I originally wrote the song at the request of film duo Kristian Foldager and Mathias Døcker for a live-session recording of two tracks from the album. On the second take, something special happened - Wounded was performed in a single, uninterrupted take, with no overdubs, no edits. I felt that the take from the live session was so powerful that it ended up as the final album version, captured authentically by sound engineer Simon Mariegaard and visually by Foldager and Døcker.

Lyrically, Wounded delves into the weight of holding onto pain when there seems to be no space for it. It explores the unhealthy mental patterns of measuring and justifying suffering - questioning who is "allowed" to feel sorrow, discomfort or distress. In a world where pain can feel like a competition, Wounded is a reminder that all emotions deserve space. Even the smallest wounds can grow in silence - but acknowledging them can make them fade.” 

Credits:
Mix: Simon Mariegaard & Zeki Jindyl
Artwork: Tobias Holmbeck
Recording: Zeki Jindyl

Performance:
Zeki Jindyl: Vocals, EWI, synths

Video live session: Kristian Foldager & Mathias
Døcker 

Wounded (Radio Edit)

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, 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

EG CJ

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

Nullify

Invent

Citters

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

Lyrics:

Salt air
Land locked shore
Clipped hair
Clipped hair
Dusting the floor

When the reason's her
When the season's here
Not stuck anymore 
When the reason's her

Going stir
The voice of an Age
Cut off
At the fur
At the fur
Red apple rage

Windowless her
Windowless her
Nausea I could not 
assuage

Tongue tied blur
Tongue tied blue
At the hopelessness
of the page
All the hope I have/hold 
of you

Windowless her
Windowless her
            April 24, 2025

Windowless Her

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

Lyrics:
Revenge is for dreams, never reality
Humming from the window, or is that just me?
Here and existing
Existence, the dream of a god wracked with ennui

Refuse to be comforted
with conscription or mosque or desired holocaust
Kangaroos lack individuality
not me

With the grief I've gathered up in my arms
See the face of Laocöon and his two sons come to harm
Crushed by the snake for threatening to interfere
Sometimes the rivers shake 
Sometimes the skies are clear

Sometimes the fire burns, dry and plain
Sometimes the wood is cool and wet with rain
Suffer the heat like a cat on the three hottest days
of midsummer,
go back to the river
Though there may be a maze along the way

Curse and throw spit into the fire
Cast out the bad souls left in me
Apparitions are just cedar trees in the dark
Though the thought refuses to expire
Though I take this expensive piece of language with me

With everything to have and everything to give
Evidence for the coming universal wish not to live
The Hand reaches down to cradle and caress
The peace of mind of duress and unrest

The scent of a sweet song is on the midsummer air
The false and unjust with talons that tear
But the snare of the struggle 
       of the dream is ennui
Is the humming from the window?
        or is that just me?
                   July 26, 2024

Kangaroo Kourt

I like music and songs and dancing and all kinds of emotions. 
The future belongs to ALL people. Don't be a racist asshole.  Also, I am a human. i make Human Music. Please spot me some change for an Uber, I have no money. Check it out! 
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#StartTheNextWave - New Wave. Post Punk. Art Pop Experimentor. New songs always in the works. Stay tuned.

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