This album is a journey through emotion, memory, and purpose — where ambient soundscapes blend with melodic rock to awaken something deeper within. It explores the beauty and pain of the past, the questions of the present, and the fire that drives us forward.

With cinematic guitars, atmospheric synths, and raw, reflective vocals, each track captures a moment of awakening — a breath, a thought, a spark. It's music for those who feel deeply, think freely, and search for light even in the darkest corners.

Created to inspire and uplift, this is more than just a collection of songs. It’s a soundtrack for growth, resilience, and the timeless connection between the soul and the world around us.

Beyond the horizons

Spark Within

Echoes of Memories

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

Nullify

Invent

Citters

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

Lyrics:
Are there far and dark countries teeming
I have to see
Life's too dull, I wait patiently

I'm slipping past and stealing where I can
Stealing as much as I can stand
Cannot be cold, cannot be buzzing all the time
Life's dull strain, looking for a hill to climb

Every line and shape perfectly defined
Every color detailed and brilliant
Life's too dull, even the great can't live with it

Mirage music and poetry and letters
Language we love to say
Life's too dull, and gets in the way

Sylph male circling me, come together when I breathe
Life's too dull, that's what we achieve

Nothing has started, nothing has come through
I'd like to stay after school
I don't even know what it is I've held on to
Life's dull strain, what do I want to do

I treat you like you're in short supply
Life's too dull, I can't imagine why

The mother's sins have won
Life's too dull, we've barely just begun

Arms crossed at wrist, held tight
Shadow of a dove
Flies across the beam moonlight
Casting on the wall
Life's too dull, it's not a dove at all

Baseball and stadium
The summer scorching heat
Life's too dull, and incomplete

There are too many questions
But I don't want answers, I just want to feel
Life's too dull, form of a habitrail wheel

Pesticide perpetrators at beck and call
Herding unique tales to a cliff to fall
But then I don't want to sparkle
Or have the gold wash over the aerial
I'd rather be blank and small
Life's too dull, since I grasp the sprawl
I'd rather be blank and small

Mirage music and poetry and letters
Language we love to say
Life's too dull, let's be on our way

               April 15, 2025


Life's Too Dull

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

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

New tracks tagged ##artrock