Calling my spirit home
I know she's out there
brushing dust from her spirit toes
ran off when my fever rose
left me all alone
yea
and I stitch my shadow where I won't need sun
I'm calling my spirit home
Let the wind cut this heavy air 
release the knot where I tied my hair

I know she's out there
I know she's out there
cuttin loose on her spirit stroll
strayed so far when my heartbeat slowed
left me all alone

Where has she gone
Where has she gone
I feel so numb
I am a void
Won't you come home?

I call my spirit home
   calling my spirit home

Calling My Spirit Home (amp)

Won't you bring me a flower from the field of destinations
one that bears the sunset nations
its crown above its thorns
the sacrament adorned with the tears of indignation
O pick me a flower
on the eve of your invasion
and I will press it 'tween the parchment pages
words scratched upon their faces
spell a doom and devastation for all the conquered nations
Hear the drums of war
beaten against the poor bent beneath sensation
yea
would you carry back the severed heads 
the blooms of seeds you left for dead
field of fallen flowers - a sea of red
against dark towers
O
pluck for me the very flower
first bloom of the sunrise hour
from the fields of destination
speaker for the sunset nations
yea O yea
Don't you hear the drums of war
beaten by the poor on the eve of your invasion

Eve Of Your Invasion (amp)

Does the sun concern itself
with the movements of the light
the dust at the edges of night
the stalkers of the moon
still wet in their cocoons
stretch curled wings to dry on the early morning breezes
licking at the tide 
rippling as she teases (and) I will
Touch down from the midnight sky
and the stars don't twinkle when the ocean's cry...
O
I want to dance in that rising tide
push my toes in the salty shore
eating Boardwalk fries
and now I'm thinking of all the sultry summer nights
sippin' warm beers in laughter
wrapped up in the warmth and the safety of the times
I spent with you
yea
we were the stalkers of the moon
the dust at the edge of night
I spent it with you

Dust At The Edge Of Night (amp)

Got a ring
on my finger...and I remember the day I put it on...
(just for you, babe, just for you)
yea - and that ring on my finger
bringing back my happiness my joy
for a hopeful future and a love that's growing bigger
with that ring on my finger
so won't you tell me...
what kind of man - makes that promise, bring false hope and joy
to become someone different
cause...that ring (on my finger)
...it seems criminal to me...
want to start a fire...so you broke me down to tinder
yea...got a collar on my finger...and I can't breathe ( I can't breathe)
yea...I've got a ring...strangling me
Why can't you see
I ain't your property...
just cause I wear your ring on my finger...and my confusion - babe
going on too long
cause the way you need my love...
is killing me (and)
that's so wrong...baby please
take back your ring
don't belong on my finger cause I'm done...withering

I'm Done Withering (amp)

Heyo...all of this commotion with the speaker's cold devotion
to catching every letter in her mouth
and she's sucking at the words
of random wild herds
left charging 'cross the plains...
yea
nomads making claims...
describing feral tastes as north and south
O
keep it civil, they said...
but I'm tasting more and more the words of doubt
yea
what's true for me and what's true for you
in the heart of every matter...
still beatin in the sounds and patterns
but...in a good way
yea in a good way...
and I can taste your heart
yea
and see...for you- what matters
and I go sucking at those words of randomwild herds
left charging 'cross the plains
lost nomads stakin claims
gone feral in their taste
fermenting in my mouth
yea
that taste won't ever fade...

I Can Taste Your Heart (amp)

His feet lay separated by the worlds that he created
cursing him to fade
between the days
and he'd walk into the evening with the hope of one day leaving...
(the fumes of long dead dreaming)
on the legs that since
have sunk into decay
yea
he'd just walk away
walk away...walk away
he had a vision he was given
of crowded trees filled up to heaven
sittin ravens ( side by side)
with the f*ckers who decide
- A feast laid out before them-
seven beasts and seven knives
broken arrow for the tongue who'll cut the sky
and everybody dies...everybody dies
yea
why can't he just walk away
walk away
walk away
on dreamy long dead legs
sunk into decay
as he fades between the days...of the worlds that he creates
where his feet lay
separated

The Fumes Of Long Dead Dreaming (amp)

I've been grinding through the years
and I've been privy to cool ideas
(even tried a few)
but looking back now...in the rear view...
I've gained a new perspective
yea
cause hindsight wears a halo...
when the rent is due...yea...when the rent is due
and O
you could sell me a fukin bridge
if hope were attached to it
throw in a cow...and a silver spoon
yea
help me over the moon, babe
help me over the moon
and looking back...in the rear view
I've gotten more reflective
yea
cause hindsight wears a halo...when I think of you
and O
is there amore than just one bridge
I could collect a few
come on, babe
catch that cow...bring along the spoon
we'll go together over the moon
yea
come on
help me over the moon
cause I've gained a new perspective
and hindsight wears a halo
and sees me as its fool

Help Me Over The Moon (amp)

That boy's a bird collector
seeks the rarest wings
...and he believes it hides among the living

(he) swore...when he grew up he'd be -
 the keeper
-the restorer
...her everything
came the beauty, came the dreamer, came the sweet sweet sting...yea
the sweet sweet sting
yea
when a boy becomes a man
losing sight of his direction
and in the end...what's right
and he stays living with his feet in the sand
and it's hard to catch...anything
so he missed that rarest of wings...
the beauty
the dreamer
that sweet sweet sting yea
and now she's off
flying high in the clouds of other seekers
the catchers of  flying things
the rarest of all beauties
gone...
on rare wings

That Sweet Sweet Sting (amp)

Come for me across the water
where the broken spine of long gone tyrants...lay across the sounds of silence

dip your broad oar...push off the shore...to find me
and where the calmer waters brush
against the cheeks of fresh sojourners
trails of sunset streaking across their pale and lovely faces
O
come for me across the water
yea
find me along the broken spine
laid among the fragments of time
on the bones of long gone tyrants
O
gentle breezes in the sounds of silence
and when you get here...
we can set the waves ablaze
with the light of lanterns
float out among the bones along the broken spine
gathered in the fragments
like they lost to time and 
the gone and long dead tyrants
yea

Long Dead Tyrants (amp)

You gotta watch out - don't look now
yea
wish yourself to a different place
wasting in the shadows
while he rolls this way
yea roll on...
O the soul keeper
(the) poser-reaper
(and) false prophet
lock ya in his soul closet
and its worse than any cage
a prison for my 'ever'
the ever-after bound together
got no room for any change
the pearly gate crasher
yea
living strange...livin strange
eyes shut tight
praying for the shade
gotta watch out - don't look back now
yea wishing for the shadows and he rolls this way...roll on...
you can't collect my soul
cause I still need it
keep saying those words
til I believe it
hiding in the shadows
afraid to breathe yea
the soul keeper
poser reaper
(and) false prophet
gonna lock you in his closet

In His Closet (amp)

It was a slow day - down on the market
and I took a stroll...to the cafe
across from the park - down on Main
and there were lovers on the benches
hiding their smiles as they glanced away
yea
seems like a happy day
seems like a happy day
O and I don't know if tomorrow will be this happy...so I'm taking it all in -
and gettin happy - just like the day
O but don't you know there'll be trouble
and the clouds come blowin'in
oh and those lovers...seeking shelter from the rain
yea
in come the entertainers...the prophets and the cons...
but don't you be dissuaded, young lovers...
don't let them...ruin your day yea
a slow day down on the market
and I took a stroll - to the cafe
across from the park down on Main...
wishing sunny days for those young lovers
and goodbye rain...

Goodbye Rain (amp)

We seek relationship which is the key to both suffering and to healing...if an imprint is left that causes disruption in the psyche, it can leak as crisis, overflowing and in it...time begins to flow...in all directions...freeze fight or flee...the pain becomes shame when hidden...we hold anger and cannot release it or express it unless the relationship can contain it...can survive it...when our other doesn't turn away... #ptsd

The bathtub's overflowing
and I don't know where it's all going
in all directions it escapes...
beneath the tiles
through the floor...running wild
                                     running wild
and would you help me find the child
surviving in that wild...deeply hidden
where she's forbidden
yea
left me unaware
let me re-arrange the chairs on my ship
that's sinking
O
but that bathtub's overflowing
and I don't know where it's all going
in all directions it escapes...
through my insides blowing
beneath the tiles...running wild
                                     running wild
O yea
I have survived yet I still hide
got no willing witness...
and where the bathtub's shedding water (on the boards its about to torture)
adding to the grind, flowing now as time
unable to contain within my borders
those overflowing waters
run as time in all directions
running wild...running wild

Bathtubs Overflowing (amp)

This is the second run at the concept of relationship in trauma...think 'Lord of the flies'  type rescuing...saved but forbidden to ever talk about that...its too big, looks bad, feels bad...shame fear anger

O
You delivered me and 
O praise be...
but won't you tell me...where is the love
(cause you got your back to me)
and I must not be enough
but you rescued me...but you rescued me
yea...so, who am I to you...
yea...that is the key...yea
but it seems you're happy (if I stay a mystery)
so you save me...but don't deliver me
and I'm circling the drain
trynna people please and yea
I'm in freefall...I'm in freefall babe...I'm in freefall
should I be horrified...this imprint on my mind
wreaking damage in an overflow
-in all directions-
frozen fightin flyin...I'm in freefall
and O you delivered me
and O praise be
but won't you tell me
where is the love...where is the love

Where Is The Love (amp)

I have said this word...over and over and over...a hundred times
I say it fast and loud, I say it soft - but now
I can't recall...it's meaning
what was its sound
what was its sound
got a strobe effect around its edges
pulses in my teeth (in my mouth)
I feel I may swallow or pass out
he he o  yea o
he yo
yea I believe I've lost the meaning
yea my mind's in doubt
yea
I have said that word...over and over and over...a hundred times
and I can't recall the meaning...I believe
I lost the meaning
my mind's in doubt
got that strobe around it's edges
pulsing in my mouth
O I can't swallow
I feel I may pass out
yea my mind's in doubt
I'm in doubt

What Was Its Sound (amp)

Every once in awhile
things tend to work out right
O yea

like hittin every green light when you're running late
and finding twenty dollars on the barroom floor
cause yea
I could probably dissertate on the death of all my action
but when the timing's right
it's good luck with all the traction
and babe...
I got a thirst for more
yea let them gold coins come rolling in...
O and won't you see me to the platform
as we're pulling off...
cause I'll be slinging silver dollars like the champagne swinging wild
when the cork comes off
yea
don't take no more chances
cause when the wind starts favoring me...
I put my money on the table - spin the wheel
like I'm spinning free...and rip the bandage off
O gonna shake that money tree
good times in the land of plenty...O excuse me sir but did you drop that twenty? No?...well
it's good times in the land of plenty
so glad I hit those greens fore I found that barroom twenty...in the land of plenty

When The Cork Comes Off (amp)

In the early morning 'fore the day begins
I walk among the shadows...watch'em go away...
one-by-one...
like the last train leaving
when the work day's done
and I imagine the lovely shadows waiting
as they ride the long journey to the and of shade
O
I've heard it said
it's in the early mornings 'fore the day begins
that light is courting shadow for what shadow brings
and shadow wants to stay...cause she's into flings...
so light and shade...forever kept away
(from each other) and it's a tragedy
O
so sad to see
the shadows living in mourning...
where the light now grieves
and she's off to the land of shade...

Courting Shadow (amp)

Was a velvet summer sunset
with her honey colored fingers
hanging on the day
slips under and slides away
O and what would I say to her, anyway...
my smile knows her love shining from above
and I stroll along as the lights come on
eager for the moon
yea
wish I could fly...I would go so high
float above the lunar surface
just like a butterfly
yea...tell me of the moon and terraced gardens...let me feel the crusted silvery flesh...taste the stale moon tears upon my breath...
and I will bite until she bleeds...shake me til I'm freed...
bring on the velvet summer sunset
O fingers colored honey
raising up the day
goodbye moon
goodbye moon
I got to be on this horizon
see the summer sun arising
yea
goodbye moon
goodbye moon

Eager For The Moon (amp)

Space giant lovely god
humming humming like she's forgotten a song...
but she's humming humming
got us all
humming along...yea
O...seems she's always been...vibinggggg
proviDing...the spine...
O...unfolds me - seven times
could you open a window (let the cold air in)
wispy tendrils of that VooDoo song...yea
that space giant lovely god
humming humming like she's forgotten her song...humming humming 
just humming along
all that time we've been revolving
coming in...going out...
while she's been here...providing
vibingggg...yea providing the spine
we should be on our knees
digging roots for our songs...yea
the one's we've all forgotten
but got us humming along
O unfold me...seven times
could you open a window...let the cold rain in...wispy tendrils of that VooDoo song...yea
space giant lovely god
humming humming like she's creating my song
that VooDoo song

Grand Central Station-Voodoo Song (amp)

If I were a portrait
an abstract or found art...
would you try to change me
could you hear my voice
would you acknowledge my choice
and say I spiraled
I dipped
and somehow I got ripped
do you think you'd save me
O lord
is there a world in which I'd be the star
the centerpiece the attraction...
cause let me tell you how a renaissance extraction that ended in distraction, instead of history...
the inheritor of caption in immortal meme
yea babe
pollen falls from my frustration
a masterpiece
a remonstration
and O
I was a movement I was a field in Van Gogh's dreams
I was the Mona Lisa...
but no one favored me
so now I'm in the alley and I'm feeling down and apart and
If I were a portrait
an abstract or found art...
would you change me
tear out my voice
go against my choice
so I spiral...I dip
and somehow I am ripped
so will you save me
O oh o
will you save me

Immortal Meme (amp)

O woa wo o
I wish I knew...how to give up on you...
how to let you go...
cause the room that I'm in stops existing...when you walk away
and I don't know how to ease this pain
from losing you
O woa wo o
my heart my soul
gone away
gone away
woa O
how do I give up on you
and I swear I swear yea
I wish I knew
how to give up on you
got to let you go baby
I'm tryin
tryin
tryin
to let you go...and O
it's so hard cause baby
you have my heart and my soul
but you've gone away and I'm so low
cause the room stops existing when you walk away
like it never even happened and I don't know if I ever had you
O my heart my soul
I swear
O no


h/t Donny Hathaway

Baby Im Trying (amp)

O
I don't recall opening the door
or walking 'cross the floor
but here my points are cued (ahhh)
De Ja Vous
yea
same four bars playing to the end
put me back...coming through again
frame by frame I repeat myself
and it all feels the same
yea...feels the same
used to dream ahead in life
thought I was rich with time...but lately
I've been living life in the moments from behind
and I don't mean to...
yea,  I'm a stuck recording
same four bars playing to the end
go when I just came...
and it all feels the same
yea
feels the same
put me back coming through again
and I can feel my body twitching
somewhere in the dark
and when I flip that switch to bring the light
I'm right back to the start...
O what to do what to do what to do
(ahhhh) De Ja Vous

Feels The Same (amp)

She's given all she can give
she ain't got nothing...left
and...you ought to leave that girl alone
she's come a long way - to be here today
and she ain't no quitter
but she's hung her head...(in defeat)
but not today...lord...not today
and she's carried the weight for another
just like she's done for a lot of others
and don't you know - that one's run off, yea
a special kind of motherSucker...O forgive me
but you got to admit...it creates a hunger
when you find a tender heart
the one who won't betray you
won't dely you
and makes the Red Sea part...
yea
tends to hurts and wounds (doesn't judge)
even self inflicted...yea
and babe...you're addicted to the good life to that good wife...but
she's given all she can give
she ain't got nothing left
and you need to leave that girl alone
yea...she's come a long way

Come A Long Way(amp)

Yea I know this game
and I guess we'll just pretend
cause you swear I didn't hear
what you just said
and now...we carry on
gonna be a long day
acting like I'm not standing here
my hands outstretched and empty
and, man...I'm hurtin' plenty
holding on to the tatters of my heart
stunned in my existence
collapsed and falling apart
and I might never have known
cause my heart stopped beating
killed me dead
and I stopped feeling
cause of what you said
and it broke apart into a thousand pieces
this shattered heart
and your silence now
well, it's egregious
so I guess we'll just pretend that I didn't hear what you just said and carry on living out the day
but make no mistake, mister...
gonna turn a blind eye
to that nothing...coming out your mouth and I keep a tally
of the times my heart gets broke...
and let me tell you, sir...
just gotta look into my eyes to see
my heart replies....and for every beat got skipped...I got a special place for you...where the flames stay lit

The Flames Stay Lit (amp)

Yea
Didn't you ask to confess
to seek defense
to humble yourself and prepare to cleanse
and was this you...?
who wailed and shook and claimed their innocence was took
with a dearth of tears...where you tried
yea, and O you tried
so I'm searching 'round for the ones you cried
O but ain't found nothing
so I came back
its a fact...that you hold the power
so its all an act...you, pretending to be sweet
just end up being sour
and O
I'll be safe in high tide if the water in the ocean is the water from your cries
yea I'd like to be a jurist to hear you plead your case
cause the facts have long departed your version of this disgrace
O and it was you asking to confess and you
needing a new defense
better humble yourself

The Water From Your Cries (amp)

I'm just a working man - he said
above my paid grade...
above my say...
...and sometimes...
I feel so heavy
like the living dead
like the world is sitting in my head
and you'd think I'd be okay...
cause at least I'm makin money...but then...
yea, I'm sorry Honey...
I can't go on...this way
I can't go on this way
and he walked - that day...he walked that day
O yea
now there's a crowd gathering in the square - and they ain't students or ti-nmen
and they want what's fair
not prepared to bend
can't afford to bend
O
young kid - going hungry
got brothers and sisters
got a working mother...tryin hard (amen)
and lord...they're starving
yea
while the man on TV saying hateful things
but the hole in that belly won't get filled with thoughts and prayers and angel wings...gotta put money on the table - young but able...gonna get a job - thank god - they lowered the labor age...lose my fingers and go on to die in a ten foot cage...pipeline to prison...like they been settin the stage...
O yea
now there's a crowd gathering in the square - and they ain't students or ti-nmen
and they want what's fair
not prepared to bend
can't afford to bend

Not Prepared To Bend (amp)

Laughter in the schoolyard
happy notes that carry
ah O
and I'm halfway in the sunshine
halfway in my heart
gettin sleepy as I drift away
pluckin notes on my guitar
gonna write a song someday
'bout forever friends and cafe's
'bout wishful thoughts and mocha latte's
'bout cowboy boots ...and where they lay
O yea
and I'm halfway in the sunshine
halfway in my heart
gettin sleepy as I drift away
pluckin notes on my guitar
yea
I see you stanidin there...lookin confused
but the sunshine is so inviting...gonna chase away your blues
and in the distance, the water's lappin
the Pipers dancin
and all the lil bees are keepin time with me
and I'm halfway in the sunshine
halfway in my heart
gettin sleepy as I drift away
pluckin notes on my guitar

Halfway In (amp)

If I'd been born beneath the waves
a child of the sea
all your love would be...
washin over me
will you be my curiosity...
a muse so grand (as to be)
divined of wishes
a spell of kisses
upon the breezes
the barest taste - of teases
the rarest beauty pleases
and I will follow - where you go
as I am smitten - like I've been bitten
just a victim of your presence
a nectar drippin...the balm - your essence
washin over me
O and I wish I could be that muse
to be the object of your curiosity
and I wish I'd been born beneath the waves
a child of the sea
all your love would be...
washin over me
so you see...
I am smitten from our collision
a victim who's been bitten
your nectar drippin
washin over me

Washin Over Me (amp)

She took his picture
against the canyon and the tumbleweeds
the shutter 'cross her window...
flutters free...flutters free
his jaw that she has kissed
whose lips she has missed
cause she's become a tourist
in a world where she's transfixed
runs her fingers 'long the edges
seeking weakness she could crack
takes a picture of some people
lookin back
(always) lookin back
yea
she took his picture
against the canyon and the tumbleweeds
the shutter 'cross her window
flutters free
she wonders...
if she wanders broken worlds
could she stumble on some key
yea
she's a tourist - in his reality
but one day...eventually
she could be a real girl...then the shutter flutters free
flutters free
singin softly...tryna make her reality
(still the tourist tho)
just like those tumbleweeds
hoping she could be - a real girl
unlock that shutter and
flutter free

Still A Tourist (amp)

Doing the lil things we’re taught to do as precautions in a world where allies r spiritual too….esp when traveling 

I let loose my hair...in the desert air
corn pollen for the spirits as I go
then I pulled out my tobacco
and rolled a few
cause where I'm going don't need  attachment don't need hard luck
...so I make sure my hair ain't tangled
so they don't get stuck
and some days when I feel lonely
I knock off my boots and socks
then I can dance along the highway
and I can rock my mocs
yea...I can rock my mocs
O
I let loose my hair...in the desert air
corn pollen for the spirits as I go
then I pulled out my tobacco
...so they can have some too
yea
I feel I've outgrown this ole town
and the desert ain't changed in a million years
so I'm headed to the mountains and the clear cool waters
lookin for a change where I'm bound
yea...but first...gonna put tobacco down
O I let loose my hair...in the desert air
corn pollen for the spirits as I go

As I Go (amp)

I'm catchin smells of summer leavin
chased round by a chilly breeze
seems so early for a change of season
can't stop those colors bleeding
...(as her maidens fly away)
O can you feel her hips swayin
her lips parted
and her colors bleed away...(along with her maidens)
Yea gonna join up with summers roadies
her handlers and her maids
dance in the gardens and stay up way too late
and as the sun starts a-risin
winter warms and fades
O and summer comes alive when winter takes his grave
Yea old man winter...bows his head
admits he's played...
yea then he fades...O winter fades
so so long silky sunrise
catch ya later picnics in the grass
and I'm gonna miss ya moon crickets lady bugs wip 'o wills yea
summer's leavin fast
O summer...comes alive
when winter takes his grave

Long Silky Sunrise (amp)

Lookin out the window...seems too dark to play
so I'm sittin on the stairway... 'til the sunrise
and Ooo darlin...
gonna check the crab pots
gonna cast a line
gonna open my umbrella
gonna waste some time
O yea
cause I got all day
yea gonna be away
no use lookin
cause I'm on the shoreline
riggin bait...I'm hookin
won't ya join me...grab some peace of mind
yea
grab up some sunshine
open up your umbrella ..honey
yea grab some peace of mind
O
later as the sun declines...
when we're burnt
and baked
and feelin alright...O
we'll spread out the tables pull up the chairs Ooo yea
eatin good cause the crowd is fine
and we got guitars and drums and fixins
yea
laughin in the dark she leaves behind
O yea
cause I got all day
yea gonna be away
no use lookin
cause I'm on the shoreline
riggin bait...I'm hookin
won't ya join me...grab some peace of mind
yea
grab up some sunshine

On The Shoreline (amp)

I have come to this reverie 
to see the changing of the guard
the pagentry
the flourish
the royalty
(a sight I'm told...)
the passing of batons...as new blood carries on...beyond the old
yea
seen a lot of stuff in this 'ol yard
people coming and people going
some days its easy
and some days its hard
but ain't no one missing
the changing of the guard
and I'm duty bound to bear witness
and observe...O o hey ye yea
now
who am I
to say
carry on...tradition or let 'em float away
ain't nobody's business
what you're doin
when you ain't in charge
cause babe...
its the season
for the changing of the guard

The Changing Of The Guard (amp)

These silver spoons need polish
got tarnished in the drawer
and I'm oiling down the tack...that got dusty on your floor
when you stumble cross the floorboards...hands reachin for the keys...
fingers on the ivories
hear the growing sound of our knockin knees...in the grumble of a horn
strings moanin' like a storm
and the gnashing of the thunder...lightnin' slashing in the thicket
flowers sweet and sticky
by the stingin thorn yea the stingin thorn
whoa...grumblin horn grumblin horn...
why you got them strings...moanin like that storm
gnashin and thrashin in the thicket
by the stingin thorn
yea the stingin thorn
layin fingers on the ivories
strokin all those keys (make some harmony)
yea sweet and sticky
in the stingin thorn O yea the stingin thorn

when you stumble cross the floorboards...hands reachin for the keys...
fingers on the ivories
hear the growing sound of our knockin knees...in the grumble of a horn
strings moanin' like a storm
and the gnashing of the thunder...lightnin' slashing in the thicket
flowers sweet and sticky
by the stingin thorn yea the stingin thorn

The Stinging Thorn (amp)

We've been talking quite a while
and the hour's drawin' near
and ...I think we're done here...
cause I said what I said...all the sirens in my head...flashin' warning signs...having trouble reaching in...so I'll wait until the end...and deliver my exit line
( when we're out of time)
its of the most importance
my head and heart entwined
carries charged emotion...to which I'm blind
yea
we've been talkin' quite awhile
and the hour's drawin' near
unh yea I think we're done here
you wouldn't understand me unless you understand my fear but I'm not quite safe here...so you're gettin' all the main street gossip and backstage passes through the rear...
its of the most importance 
my head and heart entwined
carries charged emotion...to which I'm blind
no...you wouldn't understand 
wouldn't understand
havin' trouble reaching in...
so I'm waitin' til the end...to deliver my
exit line

Exit Line (amp)

Sweetgrass braid on my rearview mirror
man, I feel invincible...I feel alive
a permanent convertible...
she's the steed I ride
along the highway...ancestral trails...
beatin' down the path beyond the pale...
yea
white wall tires
goin' south of bald
and that highway's askin' for me...
and I took that call
yea
and O...
a sweetgrass braid on my rearview mirror
yea and I'm invincible I am alive
miles and miles...rollin' with my ride...
and O yea
got this steel by my side...(like a war pony)
wears her scars and she shows 'em off...with pride
yea rollin' down the highway
like she's fleein' the calvary
O my war pony
yea so we'll just ride and ride and ride...
cause when I started this last journey
with sweetgrass freshly braided
shaped and dried and frayed
on this highway
and now our trail is growin' thin
gotten old with my war pony
this journey's near its end...
yea
sweetgrass braid on my rearview mirror

Highway Ride (amp)

All I've ever heard, regarding angels...
was wings and swords and god wars
who's fallen and disgraced...
and who's fire wind and dust...
arisen less discretion this bone of death's erection plucked ripe from the hangin vine the stranglin vine
cast far from gods protection
his cold cold rejection
O so queer the sight this single movement in the stillness of this grief the flowing tears the slain has now arisen
less discretion a bone of deaths erection
picked ripe from the hangin vine
the spectre speaks up freely
to do so indiscreetly...to arise from its post-mortem with grossly gohst contortion
a-wailing has begun...
swole fruit bruised and crushed...soured on its crust a bloated figure
draped in solitary standing
a victim of angel lust
arisen from the dust
less direction this death erection
birth and life in grind...and plucked from the hangin vine

Angel Lust (amp)

Found me a penny...and I picked it up
yea just might bring my luck
and O
my world became a circus
bright lights, amazing sounds
seems that copper piece was holding all that good stuff down
holding all the good stuff down
like a weight bearing on my shoulders
been heavy on the ground
a plug against good fortune
a curse to keep us bound
yea this precious metal coin
this lincoln laden change
and... I might've left it sittin' there but I would've missed this strange...
ooooo yea
cause I found a copper penny and of course I picked it up
got all my hopes in dollars
but this coin will bring my luck
cause I'm hittin all nine lives now
got that precious change unstuck
O yea lord
bout to change my luck

Lincoln Laden (amp)

Happy in the rain
falling down on me...
each drop a tear from heaven
a lil salt with some sympathy

and I'm walking in the water
falling down on me
standing in the puddles on the ground
each pool a world in which to drown
(as a cruelty)
O
Happy in the rain
falling down on me...
each drop a tear from heaven
a lil salt with some sympathy

wish I could wash away the anger and the sad...
the ugly stain...
and cleanse myself in the falling rain
so I can be this happy again
and it'll fall down on me
drops of joy
drops unclaimed
falling all around me
each drop a tear from heaven
a lil salt
a lil sympathy
falling down on me

Salt With Some Sympathy (amp)

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

TBH, I’ve moved all production there, 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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