I've been heading home for days and 
it seems I'm oft delayed
quashin fight 'fore a fist is raised
but now...it's like the lights keep turning off
this earth takes a lil spin...
then the lights flash back...
and the world has moved ahead of me again
raised a glass to the passing decades
all the storms bringing rain in as blows
but its the only time I ever get to see you
cause when I drink I talk to ghosts
O
there's a few I'm talkin to
mired in agitation then there's those
who stay real close like to jump inside 
my skin...and now
...it's like the lights keep turning off
this earth takes a lil spin...
then the lights flash back...
and the world has moved ahead of me again
tend to drink when I'm on the ropes
cause its the only time...I can talk to ghosts
...it's like the lights keep turning off
this earth takes a lil spin...
then the lights flash back...
and the world has moved ahead of me again

I Talk To Ghosts

I'm holding on to snapshots...
moments caught in time
the joy forever smiling
...on every face I find
but I've gone missing...my smile has disappeared - and now
I'm holding on to tendrils of half a century
...in my mind
O they climb and climb...to places out of reach
and I find myself falling - inside that breach
can I bare my teeth...now
can I square my feet - now
and sometimes I'm just tired
gotta hold myself 
gotta hold myself
cause I've gone missing
from all those snapshots on my shelf
yea
and I hang on to old memories
clipped to a firefly string
an electric candle burning...
where my memories cling
and dear god
I still feel the sunshine and the sand...the gulls flying up above
...but holding squares of moments...
seems an echo of that love
yea
I hang on to old memories
clipped to a firefly string
and when my smile finds me...
those fireflies'll take wing

Art works by Masato Tsuchiya

Snapshots On My Shelf

I have been in mourning
and I could not be appeased...
despite the sun and all her warming
my cries still touched her knees
and the wind - my side companion
whispers...shhhhhhh
to ease my pain
for mama's warming up her slap...
and it always starts with rain
rain
yea
the truth about your silence
is speaking words to me
cause for every pause in your commitment
I see....
where your courage flees
but the wind - my side companion
whispers...shhhhhhh
to ease my pain
for mama's warming up her slap...
and it always starts with rain
rain
O yea
and when I'm finished mourning
and there's water to my knees
all my joys will be returning as ur silence fills the seas
...for a drop of salt and nothing
leaves you stranded in the weeds
but the wind...my side companion
whispers ...shhhhhh
brings the rain with every breeze

It Starts With Rain

Somebody put a target on my back
and as much as I try...I can't get it off
looks like a cross got tipped over in a gale...
...and now I'm living in a soul jail
well, this  "X" has followed me
like a boot upon me
but I'm beginning to discern a pattern
and while I'm flying tattered
I'm open to this angle...
thought myself lost to a Fkn' tangle
yea
consider me  "X" when u address me
but don't mistake my peaceful posture...
an easy target for ur vulture
...cause I know war (and u wouldn't wanna make me angry)
and I wish u knew how close u are...X-killer X-chiller X-tinct and other....
X-open door for all my X-brothers...in arms
but I'm beginning to discern a pattern
and while I'm flying tattered
I'm open to this angle...
thought myself lost to a Fkn' tangle yea

I got my ghosts and we've been hard at work
bury that hatchet...uncork that cork...
go on then...
disturb my peace...see if I've gone tender
stab me with that fork
O
but brother...give me...a reach around at least

A Reach Around At Least

Can U sit with grief
don't need U to provide relief
but sometimes all I need 
is knowing the presence of a kind soul
that's glowing...yea
I can feel that...
gives me fuel so I can hit the gas
on this old tired car...yea the war pony
I'm driving rust and gravel...holding hands
but I'm not needing lots of miles
got a hill to climb
yea...but I'm in the sand
O and the radio's playing solo's
but I'm walking out of prison
looking for my band
yea pay no attention to my Rain Face
or the empty tears in rows
drip like lords of honey
empty and unfunny
rolling one-by-one
yea
and I seek the wisdom of that name
for that man would know my rage...my vision...he'd have a plan
and I've been driving rust and gravel
holding hands
and though I'm not needing lots of miles...
I'm spinning in this sand

The Wisdom Of My Rain Face

O.....
Beep Beep ...Bop Bop
Lil sheep,,,won't you tell me where you sleep
O...
why no no no...said that wooly peep
I cannot cannot let you know
O...
whoa whoa wo wo
pity pity lil piggy
won't you offer me your crib
why no no no said that chilly chop
I cannot cannot 
please, sir...stop
O...
and all this time and effort lost
to the farmer they call Glen
yea
how you misled me
left me in the cold
you hard hearted raker of the land
I'll try my luck with the Faery Folk...
watching from the Fen
she said...Beep Beep Bop Bop
what a creep...always watching when I sleep
"Lies!" nonono...you are mistaken,,,for I could never be fried up bacon
O...whoa whoa oo
pissy pissy stop ur hissy
no one likes those creeps
and sir, I brought the tapes...I got receipts
yes...I believe you are that bird

What they do to the earth...how they treat their mother...is how they treat me is how they treat you

I Got Receipts

Sitting in the breezeway....taking in some sun...feeling happy when a smile
walks by and just as sad when it walks
and cries
cause baby - ur a radiator
and here I've been huddled in the cold
yea
I can feel ur trauma burning
singing me a song...for the trauma in my soul
and for an eternity...no longer than a minute
we're the Blue whale and her calf...
echoing like a haunted spirit
coming in from the cold
O the moan of endless grievance
an anguish, no ear can hold
yea
like Fred and Ginger...we too become a tangle
where our grace may soon unfold
and I'm just sitting in this breezeway
napping with my eyes half shut
...taking in some sun
and today I'm feeling happy
my radiation steam-wrapping
got a shiver in my spine
and baby
my toes are tapping...I see that smile coming to me
from over a mile...gonna be a good day

A Good Day No Lie

What if we are endless...a loop on all repeat
doomed to do it over and over again
and what if the demi-gods are
collectors of misery
keep us on a nail above the table
unable to change a thing
O would we see
would we be forever
shackled to a moment in time
the same ole things burning in our minds
yea
could we place our palms upon that glass
bang upon the panes
would you recognize
our rain
our pain
would you finally free us at last
whoa OOOO
cause what if we are endless...a loop on all repeat
doomed to do it over and over and over again
overrun by aliens, running down the streets
frozen in the river of time
O yea...I'm in a demi-god collection
and I place my palms upon the glass
banging on the pane
while them gods pretend
while they're living in misdirection

DemiGod Collectors

artist: petya konstantinova

 I had been wounded - a ghost bullet pierced my brain
by a vengeful spirit...as it sought my sin
if only I had known...found the smoke from
the barrel wrought
so u kept me drugged
and circling in my own thoughts
O yea
but I felt ur deceit
ur a soul SOUL thief
and Lord
there were times when I thought I had forgot u bore that tunnel through my
brain...grumbles now in thunder
where my anger rains
O
got my torches blazed...and I'm a gladiator in the rough
gonna have to be enuf
lil bit phoenix rising
lil bit hell boy and double O seven spy thing
a lil bit O Einstein and Michael Moore
but when I really need it
I'm the Hulk growling at my core
yea go ahead make me angry
O but I felt ur deceit
cause ur a Soul thief
circles in my thoughts...smoke from the barrel wrought
a vengeful spirit dancin on my brain
O
got my torches blazed...and I'm a gladiator in the rough
gonna have to be enuf

Soul Thief

I've had a rhythm in my heart
since the start
its got ups and downs...full of softness
til it gets hard - and all along
I found some balance in the lightness of the breeze
in the bending of the trees...in the distance
O yea
but I've been flatlined for too long
sittin stagnant as a 'waste-away'
questioning my fitness
to be anywhere today
yea
cause this rhythm's picking up the pace
in some phantom race
and I feel the pressure of a clock
timing out my steps
and this rhythm in my heart
bump and grind til it's off the chart
O
with all its ups and downs so full of
softness...til I gotta make it hard
and all along
I found some balance in the lightness of the breeze
in the bending of the trees...in the distance
and this rhythm in my heart
bump and grind til it's off the chart

Rhythm In My Heart

Hey you...ya sinna
have u found urself...baby
dug in deep...forced urself to weep
...til u look crazy
O yea
cause its the newest version of
spiritual conversion
ooooo yea
its the Religion of The Self
yea
ur ur own Martyr, a Stigmata Self-starter
a MFkn Water Walker...
put it in a bottle...and sell it off as wine...
O yea oooo
O bring on the VooDoo doctors...
string up a SantaRia sign...
sprinkle me with Holy Water , baby...
give me another sip O that expensive ass wine...
yea
a Trinity of me and me and me...
cause I'm the holy one baby
and I'm EVERYONE u see
O yea
in my newest version of spiritual conversion
O....yea
in the religion of Myself

Michele Plante Designs: cover art

Ya Sinna

Oh oooo bang bang kachang ching
I swear I am a Roma...in another life
live like a rollin rambler...in a camper
on the Turnpike...yea
that might be true
and maybe...I'm a trans-dimensional traveler
stumpin for the stories of stolen lives
and I proudly wear 'em as medals
to prove to you I'm wise
Oh oooo bang bang kachang ching
Is that a street drum (I hear)?
yea...upturned barrel and a bucket chorus
Tiny Tot dancers pullin down nickles and quarters...
and
Oh oooo bang bang kachang ching
coppers in the alley's 'bout to kettle in...
but Bang Bang!!
Imma runnin with the Old Ones and the calvary's a comin
OOOOOO yea
could be I'm the flesh tone in a movie plot
tied up in a knot
strip me of my colors
take from me my hide
but babe...
you'll never reach my inside
Oh oooo bang bang kachang ching
got nine lives

Fluffy’s Third Eye (2016): cover art

Bang Bang Got 9 Lives

I'm half expecting that one of these days
I'll be asked a question to see if I'm engaged
if I'm worth redemption...or just a junk heap 
on the list to get crushed away
but then...my suspicions are aroused
when u scan me for my cracks and places
worn...yea
well...ain't u the fkn Borg
O assimilate me
chain and gate me
suck me up inside ur cosmos
where I'll spill the tea
yea baby...take me
yea
well all it took was my blood in that book
and now I'm in the hive
and I will survive...dear lord
I've been taken...by the Borg
and O baby
there's so much endless chatter
but it's all "transport, shoot 'em up, and blood spatter"
yea..this hive is just a hoard
O the fkn Borg
assimilate me
chain and gate me
suck me up inside ur cosmos
and I'll spill the tea
yea take me
I cannot lie...I hate this hive...

TakeMe

Yea I've been looking forward
to a long long weekend...gonna not do a thing...'cept maybe...sleep in...but
O...baby, now I know that when the earth is shakin
and my world gone quakin...and these
shards of shells beneath my naked feet
are the secrets you thought you'd keep
got you on the run...runnin in the street
and I know...O
yea we ain't been talkin
and no way you wanna hear me
spray a fan of gravel...as ur driving me crazy
smoke burnin out ur brakes...
like u oversold ur stakes
hit reverse 'fore the levees burst...
yea...take and take and take
yea...take and take and take
cause...O baby
now I know that when the earth is shakin
and my world gone quakin...and these
shards of shells beneath my naked feet
are those secrets u shouldn't keep
Oh Ooo and I know and so do u...
it's why u runnin...runnin down the street

Eoghan Bridge: Cover Art

Beneath My Naked Feet

Been forced to make a choice
at a crossroads...I've been poised
for in the moment of decision
there's so much trash cloudin up my vision
got to look within
got to count to ten
take a step aside...to avoid collision
yea
I am the penitent one...standin on a 
crumbling stone...and I find my knees
I kiss the ground
and I go on...after I fall down
into the maw I shall descend
where the wind moans and the river bends
O yea
come upon a vacant soul
taste of salt in a columned pole
a look of loss...in a stolen glance
'fore the desert crossing
yea...frozen forever in that chance
O whoa wo wo o
after two nights on the desert sand
my tears default...under high demand
dry paper skin...curled and peeling on my hand
O yea...for
I am the penitent one...standin on a 
crumbling stone...and I find my knees
I kiss the ground
and I go on...after I fall down
into the maw I shall descend
where the wind moans and the river bends
and I shall ride the river snake unto the end
yea...unto the end

Trittel Elke: Cover Art

The Wind Moans

Santiago Caruso: cover art

 I keep a tiny troll and a paper crane
upon the lip of my dashboard dials
got a sweetgrass braid hangin on my
mirror, and my friend
I keep sage in my soles to ward off ghosts
rinse 'em out next cycle...til my life
seems a lil clearer
and I don't hunt out unhappy spirits...yea
and though I won't leave if u need my help
I draw the line at rockin' headstones
and I refuse to bleed cause ur diggin up bones
O yea
I hear there's a hot market for the trinkets
from the grave, but...my man
you ain't that brave
...comes a curse when u rob the dead
runs the bloodline of the wanted...
every ghost a bounty hunter...for the spirit price on ur head
and I don't mess with unhappy spirits...yea
and though I won't leave if u need my help
I draw the line at rockin' headstones
and I refuse to bleed cause of them bones
...and ya know...
I love ya man...so I called u an uber...
to get ur a$$ home
and I wish u luck babe
with that price hangin on ur head

Price On Ur Head

Sunshine on my shoulder
stars in my eyes
and if I could feel ur touch...darlin'
it would restore me
raise me up (from the inside)
yea
the warmth of that nectar drippin...
catchin the heat of the sun
and babe...I can hear my heart tickin'
thumpin harder when U step in
and I've become an undone coil...
a spring that's done unsprung
whoa O yea
got that...
Sunshine on my shoulder
stars in my eyes
and if I could feel ur touch...darlin'
I'd be so happy
raise me up (from the inside)
O yea
man was never meant to live
without the touch
the heat
the electricity of Luv
yea
and the emptiness and darkness, accompany the thugs
puttin out the lanterns
snuffin out the fire
but darlin'...U can't snuff out the sun...
yea...the electricity of luv
O yea...sunshine on my shoulders...
the warmth
the love
the touch...O yea

josephine sacabo: cover art

Electricity Of Luv

I crossed the lane 'tween the parking lots
it was my aim...to sit down and wave away my thoughts
but the stillness in the air has changed
my foot still hangin from the curb...yea
someone callin out my name
O
I can pivot and walk back
shake ur white-flag-hand
but I see the dagger
I sense the blade
and if u mean to stab me...brother
better sink that tip til my bone is grazed
O yea
have U  not noticed my boxer stance
how I spy at U from my assassin's glance
how I mark each word against the roster
and ur lack of candor...says ur that imposter
and for one brief moment
I glorified a bloody round...
I jabbed at ur windy pipe
and yanked the plumbin out
yea
but that's not what I'm about
I smiled as I turned to leave...
brushed away ur fumbled stab
cause...
I can pivot and walk back
shake ur white-flag-hand
but I see the dagger
I sense the blade
and if u mean to stab me...brother
better sink that tip til my bone is grazed
yea
break it off...my man...
with ur white-flag-hand
O yea

White Flag Hand

In the naked street...neath the cobblestone
are the bones...of the dead
the road is speaking...the static and the cracklin...of a record - all done
the pebbles and the sand
fill the spaces above the span
only inches from our feet
there's a groanin
there's a moanin
neath the naked street
on the corner there's an abbey
on the cliff there stands a mound
for the bodies are still buried
waiting to be found
but the clergy and the statesmen
have fallen down
got their fingers in their pockets
take ur money...but they're cheap
left the bodies from the centuries
neath the naked street
yea
the road is speaking...the static and the cracklin...of a record - all done
the pebbles and the sand
fill the spaces above the span
only inches from our feet
and the groanin and the moanin
neath this naked street

Naked Street

I prefer to lick my wounds in the dark...O
yea and after living life under fire from
enemies who once were friends
it's the quiet of the shadows where the 
damage mends...O
yea...and I've tried to be content
in the laps of lords and ladies...
but how easy I take offense...
when their tongues get loose and bait me
O...O yea
yea...I bite the hand that's shady
got put out more times than I can count
but in my defense...this sacrifice I'm making
for me...makes perfect sense
O...O yea, and...
I prefer to lick my wounds in the dark...O
yea and after living life under fire from
enemies who once were friends
it's the quiet of the shadows ...makes perfect sense....O Oyea

Makes Perfect Sense

O what can I say?...I checked the stable
on a whim...cause the last colt of the season...was sold, so that barn should be...
stone cold
but I see steam a'risin...yea, lord
must be the ghost of that yearlin
cause ain't no way he's a'knockin at the 
barn door - as the dust rolls upon the horizon
what could he be a'fearin
seems the devil pulled up in a pick-up truck
but that demon couldn't stop
so he pointed a crispy finger
and mouthed the words "pop pop"
O yea
what could I say?
I salted up my border
I buried iron shoes 
and with the devil's crew arrivin
they get an escort to wave 'em through
O yea
they bought that colt in a Salem Lot
...but they underbid me too
so my bonus for the devil's pot and five-fingered crew? O
seems the devil pulled up in a pick-up truck
but that demon couldn't stop
so he pointed a crispy finger
and mouthed the words "pop pop"
yea...what could I say?
my ponies know a trick or two
and my stable's the only home they knew
yea...have 'em back afore curfew

Crispy Finger

Have you considered doing nothing
let it all just slip away
cause after all these years...this grief...yea
like an ugly fog...staining up the day
yea...could you tell me
O
what kinda meat is hangin off that bone
keeps ya gnawing
with a heart of stone
O the void holding up the space of the times between us...
the empty road
left me standing here all alone
and a sea has formed around me
and I drop beneath the waves
my jaw stretched in a whalin' moan
O the long diluted wails 
the rings of sound...in echo...a beat
slowing to the shores of home...yea
let it all just slip away...slip away
yea 
won't ya please tell me
what kinda meat is hangin off that bone
keeps ya gnawing
with a heart of stone
the empty road
stretching out before me
salt dripping from the disappearing sea
and the empty road
don't know where it leads

Empty Road

I don't need an apology...
I'd be happy if you'd close the door
cause I got eaten by the worm in the bottom of that bottle
and I fell face first into the fire...
I feel myself drifting...higher...and higher
time I crawled back to my body...
fire'd gone cold and no one left to see me through
as the night moon - grows old...
O yea
fine and whitened whiskers
like trails reachin through the earth
the tether to my soul as it floats the night moon's girth
yea...
I don't need an apology...I'd be happy if you'd close the door
softly...
yea...cause I got eaten by the worm in the bottom of that bottle
and I had to shake awake from the vapors
I had swallowed
O yea
but my slumber was in dreamland where I found a place to mingle
my god I stumbled on a fella...named Van Winkle...
his stare a look so blank
the man stolen when the night moon hangs
O...set to come awake as they put him in his grave
O woe is he...yea
we don't need an apology
just be happy...if the door stays closed

The Night Moon

The longest distance is always in my head
and U can believe I've been tested
and my theory...for my state of weary...
is gettin' fed...
and I find I must lay my body down 'fore it
takes me out
and I swallowed a dictionary...
to see if it's my mouth...running words as
waves that crash and pour
...spillin' out my senses...O lord
my lips my lungs are tore
but I'm still running - 
cause the longest distance is always in my head
and though I may be screaming
I'll never bend my knee to beg...yea
cause the longest distance is always in my head
O yea
and when I finish runnin'
my destination reached...
I'll have collected all the pieces...
the encrypted
the horcruxed reasons
and I lay my body down
waitin'...
on the light that's shed
cause U know
for all the distance I have come
the miles stretch beyond
callin' me to run a lil longer...O...yea

Running Words

At the edges of my sanity
you'll find me...searchin' for the answers
no one asks...
O yea
it must be...that blanket, cold against a warm day
must be...a fox gone rabid...so put it down...
where it stays
and my body is that fox...
left to rot without the honor
without the care...yea
color me amazed...
born in a house of war...a promise
all but forgot...
O yea
and after seiges and infestations
there's back-hand humiliation
I pare down to my core
my search into never-more
and I'm become craven (quotin' off that raven...)
O yea...must be- that defense countin' on offense
must be - that bison catchin' sunrays
til a tourist got over-curious
and now that bison wears his pants
...and I am that bull...
horns adorned with those diesels torn
takin' pictures with all my fans
yea
and at the edges of my sanity
the air is thin and bare
and all my bits are a fantasy
to help make sense...of what's happenin'
hopin' I'll find it there

Into NeverMore

I may not know a lot...but I've been round this talk, and as cold as that brew...
from yesterday's pot...the hush of voices
yea
power making choices...to take the last of what I've got
and it's OK
cause the bitter taste of the all day bake
from yesterday's pot...the cold brew
I almost forgot
but...go ahead...
take what's left...hope ur fat takin belly
gets full...with that theft
yea...cause power's making choices
gonna put me to the test
yea...and I may not know a lot
but I've seen the stiff salute
I've  felt the cattail sting
yea and O lord
I shall not bend to kiss ur ring...
yea... all the hush of voices
power making choices...
to take the last of what I've got
and it's OK
cause the bitter taste of the all day bake
from yesterday's pot...the cold brew
I almost forgot...all but forgot
that cold stale yesterday brew

Yesterday Brew

I lay down in the tall grass
too tired to carry on
and forever more...this peace I found
in my hidden burial ground
I will keep my bones in hiding
as this ground is an endless sea
each inch just like the other...endless ocean
where the tall grass holds me
my body seems frozen tho...the sun sits high today
and the warmth rolls over, the coldness where I stay
a musket lay beside me
a bayonet a blade
my drum a hole within her
my voice has come undone and frayed
in tatters...
I lay down in the tall tall grass
too tired to carry on
and forever more...this peace I found
in my hidden burial ground
O yea
and with each death I live again
through the centuries
yea
I will keep my bones in hiding
as this ground is an endless sea
each inch just like the other...endless ocean

Toshiyuki Enoki :cover art

This Peace I Found

Well I've been waiting at the edge of this party
folks gone past 'happy drunk'...
and now the fights are startin'
yea
and I'm wishing I could walk away...
but I'd be lying, cause baby
I could lay down and die from the breath I've been holding
yea...cause for you...
I've been pining
an old hound dog...gone to howling
at the end of a very long chain
yea and I recall
this ol sad story...
oof where The Red Fern Grows...O
how could my life go on...
now that I know....you exist?
O
yea and I'm wishing I could run away
but I'm not denying...
yea, O baby
I could lay down and die from the breath I've been holding
yea O whoa whoa
like that ol hound dog...
gone to howlin'...
at the end of a very long chain

A Very Long Chain

say hello to my sista...she's the older
constellation
and when she was born...she made the numeral three
...and she's so obvious
O the way she hate on me
cause her primal brain made me take the blame for that brand new divorcee
O Ohhh yea
ur hittin kinda low...
caught up in tongue twisters
the way-back history sista's
and won't U take a bow
my gone now...once husband
for the tales U told
are like a bear you'd poke
if U want ur problems bigger
yea...go figure
O he's so obvious
the way he hate on me
crawlin out his grave
cause I won't behave
too bad I bound him to a tree...
whoa...O
its so obvious...the way U hate on me...
cause if U fail to believe what ur own eyes see...
yea guess its easier just to hate on me

Say Hello

In the blast zone...I jump in
there's no time to test the water
my hands become the wrangler
my eyes the collectors
to disseminate among the vectors
...this tangle of dangers...O
daggers like heli-copter seeds
spirals in the waves...of an atomic breeze
where the grass is scorched and dyin'
...in the blast zone...I jump in
a stormcloud 'tween my ears
drop by drop I weep across the plains
all the homes abandoned...all the people gone...'neath my acid rains
aye
these daggers...like heli-copter seeds
spirals in the waves
of an atomic breeze
and when the danger goes...
the destruction fit for only prose
the halting phrases
a compression of basics
I will now disclose...this land is haunted 
the ceilings vaulted
pave new highways on the bones yea
its all the blast zone...I jump in
no time to test the water
yea...drip by drip I weep across the plains
reigning my destruction...
no survivors, only function
'neath my acid rain
dyin in the blast zone
spiraled dagger in the waves
cut up in the chopper seeds...yea
of my atomic breeze

Atomic Breeze

I don't believe that this human condition...
means I sacrifice...means I'm below the ice...
leaving me more cold...no insight...
no wisdom...no one close enuf to hold
...while I go on livin'
O
my war house left me scarred
tattoos over bruises
my agitation in rumination
and all my relations...find excuses
O yea...so I go hard
whoa
and I've gotten used to being watched
kinda sixth sense and bitchin
kinda snitch U been kissin?
might be more careful with ur derision
cause I'm off the cuff
goin' rogue or goin' bust
to stay away from ur fokin prison
yea
my war house left me scarred
tattoos over bruises
my agitation in rumination
and all my relations...find excuses
O yea...so I go hard
whoa...yea

Close Enuf To Hold

well I was on the floor when...
U found me....
but that tile had a roll like no other
and I was lost in it's mystery of color
O yea
O and its mistress was the tempest of my storm
sharing every secret she'd discovered
'bout bad form...O
yea...I know...
I'm like a Buddhist caterpillar 'bout to spring
new wings...but not before
I drop a word
O yea...that cutie in the sundress...flies commando, that brother in the shades can
get U hi, and the twins...
won't leave the shallows...
cause they believe, in the deep end...
is a beast that'll make U cry
O yea...yea
a beast...that'll make 'em cry
OOOOOO
yea that tile had a roll like no other
and I was lost in it's mystery of color
O yea and I got bold
and my belly was all a-flutter
cause...like a Buddhist caterpillar 'bout to spring
new wings...and I want more
I want more

Mixed Media Girl 6 www.nikkifarquharson.com :cover art

Want More

Sometimes when I'm driftin' on a cloud
of Blu Dream smoke...
I forget my grievance
I smile at spaces in my view
where years ago...I watched U
the babe I could not leave
the eyes so familiar
and I turn to see an older muse
the awkward teen
broken hearted by a love so new
O my one
...my only...son, what happened
can U give me a clue
cause this weight upon my breast
is meant to thoroughly arrest
and I'm down...I'm barely movin'
for the pain...what're U proving?
that U can kill but still let me live
that U have a will...like a pill U shouldn't give
cause U feel righteous the facts don't hold U up
and gossip as U will
those slams make U a thug
yea
O my one
my only son
what happened to ya
O Oh what happened...my son

To Thoroughly Arrest

O its sooo early
the sun still covered up
and this sandy lane I take to the shore
feels like silk and satin...in the patches
'neath a fadin' moon
to bed he'll be traveling
...my still wet hair swings lightly when I glide
its momentary weight upon my breast 
til it goes wide
to sting my ribs
a whip to chap my side
yea
and...O
so I must pause to plait this child
this chapping whip...so wild
yea
...my still wet hair 
as this devil may care...
swinging lightly when I glide
yea
a whip to chap my side
O shiftin' sand like a cobra stroke
pushed along 'neath a breath of hope
the tide comes home...
a companion, well known
this breath to shake the sun
a windy horn is blown
O
...my still wet hair swings lightly when I glide
its momentary weight upon my breast 
til it goes wide
to sting my ribs
a whip to chap my side
yea

Chap My Side

A story of immigration, discrimination, grief, loss and remembrance...this one tells of a young Irish maid indentured to a wealthy family in early NY...she became w child and when she gave birth the baby was taken from her and rumored to have been drowned...she never recovered - for Hanna

I remember meadow flowers
tied in crowns for our wild hair
our arms locked in embrace
our laughter lifted
where the butterfly chased
but on we grew...and such times...so few
across wide oceans with new dreams
we flew
but on strange shores
we - the meadow free and sunshine girls
are the nymphs of trickery - a lens placed
so heavily to shape a shackle
in our new world...O yea o
in love forsaken...
doomed and shaken...
only in our dreams are we again -
the fair and fey, yea O
I remember meadow flowers
tied in crowns for our wild hair
our fingers laced
our arms embraced
laughter lifts where the butterfly chased
O yea ooo
where the butterfly chased

Where The Butterfly Chased

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🤟🏼Working on new patterns and techniques in composition, production, and performance of both instrumental(classical/acoustic guitar) and voice- pieces are built (loops and beats)..on BandLab @nyla_k00  and Soundtrap (new)

I have removed the (amp) tag for consistency in distribution- acoustic pieces I perform will be tagged as ‘acoustic’ (apologies for page reorganization)

TBH, I aspire to be a guitar 🎸 but I’ll settle for being able to play competently what I hear when I write...(one day, Alice...to the moon)

I study under Duncan L. Wood and am grateful for his guidance and patience. Most of my influences are Folk/Blues/Indie, but inspiration arrives in many forms so HT to Hip Hop, Rap, Classical, especially Chamber trios. Current tracks are first cuts and I may update them in the future with cleaner versions, thank you for listening as I learn.

Nyla K

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