Sometimes I surrender to survive
I give myself over and prepare to die
O yea
cause it's the act of faith in crisis
when my walls are crumbling down
the raising of a flag....to signal...a broken crown
cause the queen is down
yea and we all fall down...
ashes
ashes...made of dust
the hidden secret in all of us
and it's calling me home
calling me home
cause...sometimes I surrender to survive
I give myself over and prepare to die
O yea
and god had the oven at 375
to set the glaze and caramelize my blaze
marking me forever with my own ways
and I surrender to actualize
as dust in the rain
sometimes I surrender to survive
I give myself over and prepare to die

At 375 Dust In The Rain

Long again another time
and down on my luck...now
and I was not always wise
but I found a friend in failure,
said: "God pays attention to the ones he tries"
yea babe
a war that seems never-ending...and sure
that was ME descending
and there was shaking
and there was rage
when I finally woke up...the sun was no more...and I couldn't recall what a smile was for
yea
well I don't always receive the light
shining on me...yea
cause on that stage I could wage war
I swam and I crawled
and I became a light to see the demons
that I fight
yea I swam and then crawled so I could
one day, walk this way
where I've been called
well then , Lord
I had me a vision...on a 13" screen
when the world went to snow
I paid attention
O
for the most high is speakin...
'bout ur ascension
and U must be ready to receive
yea...I don't always see
the light shining on me
yea
cause on that stage I could never be
the captive in a cage
and one day...
I will walk this way
where I've been called

Where Ive Been

I was there when what I needed most
so easily defeated...
yea
the hero in my clothes
like an echo...its repeating
retreating....still receiving
yea
and I hear ya...singin to the fire
singin to ur bones
sing out to the seasons of the soul
ohnnn yea
they are the radiant rightful coming home
and she said..."hey there ether doll, I see
you'll need some fixin so u can continue to hold it all
as u carry on
O yea
and I'll be by to dry ur tears
and I'll stand guard as u face ur fears
and aren't I proud to take some time
so I can know ya
can u see the signs
can u see the signs
yea
and I hear ya...singin to the fire
singin to ur bones
sing out to the seasons of the soul
ohnnn yea
they are the radiant rightful coming home

The Seasons Of The Soul

The mother wound feels like it should be
hard and cold like a wire monkey
left open...it might stain the red carpet
to look like rust
and suddenly the walls are a-drip 
with a cherry syrup
that stains the fingers at the tip
and so too the lip...like fairy dust
but...U still wonder
if you've been cut...
yea...and the mother wound
is bound to consume...yea
and O
the bearer gone too soon...
ALL HAIL THE MOTHER WOUND
did I say...IT'S ALL ABOUT THE WoMb
yea...and so we shall receive
from the One on high
its sent the accumulation and degree
for the mother wound U see
O the mother wound U see

The Mother Wound U See

Somedays I lay down in the water
and I wash the dirt from my skin
I burn a candle for all my desires
I set my intention 
to finally win
then I poise my fingers
where the incense lingers
and I breathe in yea
and today...my breath is flame
O
I sing the song of mothers
I sing the song of blame
for all the deaths and rebirths...yea
for all the ones who before me came
(yea...that's me babe)
and I breathe out...upon the water
whispering...come home to me my loves
give me back the gift I gave
when I put U high above...
and how many blades U buried in my back
my loves...
so now I must carry-on and...
walk by U Jack
yea
get back Jack
O
I sing the song of mothers
I sing the song of blame
for all the deaths and rebirths...yea
for all the ones who before me came
(yea...that's me babe)
and I breathe out...upon the water
whispering..

Water Whispering

Welcome back home my friend...
yea
and its so good to know ya babe
feel I could hug ya back to life
and then...
well,...its a special kinda feelin
like a spark within...
yea
let that fire roar baby
like a furnace 
like a Jinn
and would U grant me my three wishes
like the scroll work promises?
wish one for all the sufferin
that the wedge be turned and driven...
yea and I rebuke U and let U go
amen
wish two ...for those martyred children
grown or otherwise...
be returned and reinstated...a reverse U realize...that hex returned to sender and
god save ya
yea
and finally...
as it is so it shall be
but first...listen closely
the all mama is protected
who so harms her is a casualty
so tred wisely, my friend...tred wisely
yea
let that fire roar baby
like a furnace 
like a Jinn

I Exist Within

I have awakened on a train car
though I don't know when I slept
and there's someone singing
an operetta...and a madman
covered in charcoal and sweat
frantic as he starts to sketch
can U feel the curtain rising
the spotlight circles the sky
and I can see the starlight twinkling
as a meteorite crashes down nearby
and comes the watchman...unfurls the script he's meant to try
but he's unliking...
says the words are biting...
the spotlight circles the sky
and he often chokes cause the messages are dry
and I can see the starlight twinkling
as a meteorite crashes down nearby
yea and I've awaken on a train car
and I've no clue when or where I slept
and there's someone singing an operetta
as a madman wearing charcoal dust and
sweat...frantic as he starts to sketch
and can U feel the rising...
the spotlight circles the sky
and I can see the starlight twinkling
as a meteorite crashes down nearby
and he often chokes cause the messages are dry

The Messages Are Dry

I try hard to imagine the colors and the sounds
keep my mind in overdrive
and slightly leaning
yea
and my stalker is a 4th dimensional being
he says goodbye but he means hello
and U know him by the angry crows
and like a Timelord he just knows
opens doors...that just appear
steps thru to another tier
where karmics follow...feeding off that fear
yea
cause my stalker is a 4th dimensional being
says he's all knowing and all seeing
greets the version of himself...
in the line of words
extends his fingers in treaty
yea
that 4th dimensional being...
has a timeflow thirst
yea
and he shuts down a keening
says there ain't no need for grieving
then he takes my hand to walk me cross the sand
...to the land of the dreaming

Like A Timelord

Well alright yea
breakin all the rules yea
well alright...talkin bout last night
there's a whole lotta trash takin up my space
buckin a knuck
like it owns the place
and dear god,
won't U let me take the trash out
yea
and I promise to be a good boy yea
I promise to never steal ur joy yea
treat U like a toy yea
but Imma make U a man
cause I don't need a boi yea
O
so out U go yea
taking out the trash Ooooo yea
and I've been down on my luck
feeling low and feeling stuck
cause I've got so much love to give
but love can't be rushed
and it shouldn't be forced on the crushed
yea baby yea baby
taking up my space
buckin a knuck
like it owns the place...
breakin all the rules yea

Wont U Let Me

I've been staring through 
the window pane
at figments from the past
like movie reels on glass
cause all those years of living
carry the pain 
makes me driven, but too...
the joy to make me laugh
and I dwell for only minutes
on the heartache and the pain
the loss and fear are monsters
washed away in the rain
yea
and every now and then...
I imagine them again
but now they splash in puddles
(the children that they are)
shouting like the devil
'fore returnin to my heart
yea
and I've been staring 
through the window pane
running now with rivers
coming from the rain
and I trace the paths of pregnant drops
that roll behind the frame
yea
I remember then...will never be the same

I Remember Then

When I awake I shall prepare for
a brilliant light...and though this path
is midnight, a sun too dark to shine
it is with my overflow in tow
that I become sublime
and I am unbothered by the shade being thrown my way
for I seek the wisdom of your soul
this day
yea...and the 'morrow could be
the same loop with a different name
and on and on we go, a carousel of soul
yea
and I have ridden on the pony
painted up and dead
eyes wide and forever stretched
to accept the cold they're fed
yea
and I am unbothered by the shade being thrown my way
yea...painted ponies rise and fall
dreams of pastures lost in sway
light captured in it's thrall
...and the 'morrow could be
the same loop with a different name
and on and on we go, a carousel of soul

A Carousel Of Soul

On the other side of a dark moon
metallic and hollow like tin
I will come a rappin
so baby...
please let me in
and I brought the nug
loamy and earthen it was
fine red thread...and I buzz
yea
Imma buzz right on over here
cause Imma buzzy buzzy buzzy
bumble bee
yea
this aerodynamic anomaly
that's me...
and here my friend...unbelievably
my tale could end...but
if not for the keeper at the door
a poorly petaled peony
so pink and pure
yea, babe...cause U see
I will come a rappin baby
so please
please
please...let me in
shoo de doo
shoe de doo

Shoo de Doo

Well my blueprint is a story
for the architect in me
and over centuries of telling
it's put on some mystery
yea
and I've got my mother's mother's eyes
a codex history and til this day
I felt wasted and clothed myself
with ur hatred and bigotry
and I hold stories fit for telling
an oral gift to keep alive
our mother's mischief in the swellin
yea
and every time I tell these tales
each word placed with divinity
yea...cause my
blueprint is my story
for the architect U see
and every time I tell 'em
they grow in mystery

The Architect In Me

When the room grows dark and quiet
the grip of yearning wakes me
...to steal my joy
and I lay as one with darkness
yea...and my heart grows louder in the void
and, yea...
was a time I might have cried out
tried to run and hide out
and the ending would be about me
staying on the darkside
so, the query I now face as my heart 
picks up its pace
is if my love can light this world
yea
if my love can ignite this knotted burl
and will that knot resist...
hit me back with its wounded fists
and how will I persist against the violence
that exists fallen from a wall
when I got that call
yea
was a time I might have cried out
tried to run and hide out
and the ending would be about me
staying on the darkside

Will That Knot Resist

You should probably fear me
cause baby I read sign
and from what I've seen
the tracks U leave
is just how far I am behind
yea
I see U getting tricky as ur 
crossing over water
but I gotta remind ya
yea
I'm my mama's wild daughter
and I read sign
yea do U fear the reaper
do U think he's blind
(my god I need a better timeline)
cause I am the anchor point
and I swing wide
and I am the gravity
put myself outside
yea, and I read sign
cause, I am my mama's wild daughter
and I crush time
cause I am the line
and I read sign
do U fear the reaper
yea...do U fear the reaper

Do U Fear

My dials are spinning in the turbulence
as I'm losing altitude...
yea
I'm in a tail spin dragging all around
me...down
and so much is falling out I'm beginning to 
look like a rodeo clown
yea O
this life unwound and yea...kinda leaves me
unbound...unbound yea
O yea...
I believe babe
I believe
yea I believe I believe
gonna make a crash landing
crack up when I'm in the ground
yea cause...
I believe 
I believe
I believe
I believe
mend what once was broken
comin back a Goddess...babe yea
juice in my sockets the electricity
hittin my rockets
yea gonna touch the sun
I believe I won babe
gonna touch the sun

Touch The Sun

My table has sat empty but for the mail
I've piled there
old letters and overdue bills...slippin
beyond repair, but I've stopped worry
and guilt where I laid my soul bare
and I have been assured that someone 
cares...yea
and don't U know that its the season
where the grass grows
and have U heard the echoes of a jungle
louder than a mumble
beneath the stalks and seedy heads
the islands of clover ground
yea babe
and that's where god gets found
and every cell - like cotton lace
offers me love...with a side of grace
yea...and yet
my table has sat empty but for the mail I piled there
and I have been assured that someone cares
yea babe
and that's where god gets found
and every cell - like cotton lace
offers me love...with a side of grace

Someone Cares

My illusions...verily verily
choking on intrusions
let'em be yea
(gon) let'em be
and I sharpen in my complexity
and I awaken to veracity...my aim among brutality...is coherence
yea
grant me my serenity
O you who squander me
yea...verily verily
and now I lay my head down to sleep
fill my dreams with wolves and sheep
and I am my shepherd...for my shepherd
is me
yea...verily verily
living a life of consequentiality
and where I trapse no man dare to go
behind before above beneath
only divine femininity 
yea
and my illusions...verily verily
choking on intrusions
let'em be yea
(gon) let'em be
and I sharpen in my complexity
and I awaken to veracity...my aim among brutality...is coherence

Consequentiality

Everytime you were laughing
and everytime you were not...
I was by ur side...
and all U had to do was listen
yea
and my voice sounded like a breeze
rustlin' through the trees
and my touch was the brush of their leaves
cause, my love...
you are the only world I see
and I am not deceived, cause everytime U 
were laughing and everytime U were not
I was by ur side
and I took the wheel when U broke ur ride
been driving ever since for the lightside
yea
angels and demons and things
still battling over kings
still attached to all the same strings
yea and that's how I earned my wings
O cause...
Everytime you were laughing
and everytime you were not...
I was by ur side...
and all U had to do was listen
yea
and my voice sounded like a breeze
rustlin' through the trees

The Lightside

I am a mother and as I craft and weave
as I sing and grieve...as I laugh...
as I cry...I am this mother
in the sky
and I am happy to intervene where
my sins are twisted...or so it seems
what can U tell me of the wounds that
fester here? ..and where are the healers
and what do they fear?
tell me my son, my daughter
where is this edge of dark
and what happened to ur eternal spark?
well, come on home...to the wisdom of three
yea
let god be the only judge for U and me
cause...
I am a mother and as I craft and weave
as I sing and grieve...as I laugh...
as I cry...I am this mother
in the sky
and I am ever so sorry to send U on
but I have been told to let U go
and how it grieves me so
to let U go

In Ur Sky

Sometimes I find myself forgetful
of the way it used to be
and here we gather unexpectedly
and it's not awkward but melancholy
for me
and I feel a bit of sad at the years
we didn't have...tho I walked away
respectfully..
and how much has changed
yet I still find the ruts and old patterns
anyway...yea
I wondered at the words U chose
the games that got played
like it was yesterday
still find myself in pain at the ease
with which U all betray
and I'm sure U figure U got away
with it all
will U tell me when the ricochet approaches
will U come home now devoted
or will U carry on the same
and I feel a bit of sad at the years
we didn't have...tho I walked away
respectfully..

Respectfully

In this Escher staircase all is not what it 
seems cause I know  I saw I heard
and yea
I have discovered this face U make
as though my silence means I don't
and I'm guessin U bet I won't
do a thing...
but the jokes on U bae
cause I'm writing songs 'bout it
and I sing yea
I sing it up and out like a harmonious
shout a melodic clout
a ringa ding ding
a rosana dana pout
yea Rosana
and O
In this Escher staircase all is not what it 
seems cause I know  I saw I heard
yea so tell me bae
tell me please...how could this occur
how did I become the impure
cause the way I see it
ur stuck in a mirror
cause I know  I saw I heard
and yea
I have discovered this face U make
as though my silence means I don't
and I'm guessin U bet I won't
do a thing...

A Rosana Dana Pout

Well, I've been saying for so many years
that one and one ain't adding up to two
even when I'm on both hands
and lookin straight at U
...cause, baby
WHAT'S goin on? where have U been hidin at a quarter to two...on a friday nite...
cause I BELIEVE
yea
O yea...come on...
I BELIEVE
yea
that U better be a praying fan...
penitent on demand
cause U got one shot at me unbelieving
that U ain't a righteous man
and I can tell U brother...I give grace to the
gals...cause a sister got an itch...its alright
I been that b*tch
but my man?
better watch where he's layin...O yea
are U prayin? cause I can't hear a word
of what ur sayin...
...cause, baby
WHAT'S goin on? where have U been hidin at a quarter to two...on a friday nite...
cause I BELIEVE
yea
O yea...come on...
I BELIEVE
yea
that ur lying 'bout where ur layin
yea

Oh Yea Come On

From the table in the corner
I get a good view...
and when I seek inspired, babe
well, I seek U...yea
and like a muse
ur like a freight train...early to the station
cause baby the way U shine
ain't no imitation
yea
and I got a bench warrant for my stalker situation
cause yea
I'm under no hesitations just investigations...
but have no worries my beautiful one
for the stars will always shine
even when the galaxies are un-done
and its the ties that bind
ampin up my love
yea and...
From the table in the corner
I get a good view...
and when I seek inspired, babe
well, I seek U...yea

When I Seek Inspired

People might say that I was a man of action
that a well thought plan gets traction
and I guess they got used to me clapping
back...the tip of the wedge
on one helluva an attack
but since my hearts a-bruising
at the hands of those abusing
I figure this war for a bitter hag
so here I am doing the dead dog drag
yea
well I suppose this wrecks ur scam
exposin the psycho plan U been hatching
yea...what's that now???
Is that a charge ur catching???
well damn...
doing the dead dog drag
O yea
and I've heard of a viral thing
called energy matching...
but seems to me its power grabbing
and if ur a monster with a hunger or
a thirst...thinking its me U tag
well...think again my friend...
cause I'm a living master of the dead dog drag

Dead Dog Drag

I have been conquered by invaders
for fear is a barred container and once its
inside...my fealty is called
and I adjust my pride
...til my wheels fall off
and I go round and round like that bus in that town
got a muffler that roars in position
but purrs like a kitten...(with a cough)
O yea
til my wheels fall off
Imma kitten with a cough
yea
round and round I go
til my wheels get tossed
so I slaughter my fear 
like my brother the deer
ever thankful for ur loss
for I had been conquered by the invader
my own hands became my traitors
til I let go...
and the wheels came off
and I go round and round like that bus in that town
got a muffler that roars in position
but purrs like a kitten...(with a cough)

A Kitten With A Cough

O what can I say to change the way
U look at me
yea
I'll admit U had me in a twist
pulling myself in destructive ways
to a place
to a space where U commit - me
yea
and I can imagine the words pushed into ur mind
by people who were most unkind
in the frames being built
by the architects of guilt
trashing me all the way into the sea
so I'd never truly be seen
yea
but somewhere in the absences of love
I learned to root myself
and flower to the skies above
cause I can admit U had me in a twist
pullin myself to destruction
...in my reduction...and would U commit me then?
could U submit to me, my friend?
Did U ever love me?

Did U Ever Love Me

I find myself looking back a whole lot
more now...faded headshot on the 'frigerator
got a lover in a headlock
a two-bit terminator
yea...but U ain't no good at ur job, babe
just another torch in the mob...yea
gotta walk it back
yea....now U gotta walk it back
and I find myself looking past
a whole lot now
a faded head shot on the 'frigerator
got a lover in a head lock
a two-bit terminator
yea...take ur pitchfork and ur tiki torch
mf
and get off of my porch
OOOOO yea
get off my porch
O yea
I heard U like to talk
just keep sprinkling that salt
ur an instigator...yea
and a hired gun...a terminator
O get ur tiki torch
and bae...get off my porch

My Porch

She sat beside me and spilled the tea
now see...normally
I refuse to chatter on such banal matters
and I do consider this odd behavior
to be causality for a rift between this one
and her neighbor, probably
then off to dance and sing and play
awful loud 'bout reclaiming the word 'gay'
and, then to market and to square
fly ur drones over there
above the beaches so blue and clear
the buzz of  bullets and burning in the air
so yea
O
and here's a word I say 'its queer'
how u shake ur fists and sell ur tears
something I know too well as fear
but held so near...it dwells within
like white phosphorous drops
it sears ur skin
peeling layers back to what u lack
then off to dance and sing
and play...to genocide in every way
today tomorrow and everyday

In Every Way Every Day

I am in transit and (my multitudes)...
I unbind
and in this relay I run my baton of stitches
to the next...and I hand it off to the spirit
step in the grind
yea...for a lil context
so U understand
this is how I choose to shine
and yea
can U finally see the warrior I am
through ur grapevine?
for I am in transit and (my multitudes)...
I unbind
and in this relay I run my baton of stitches
to my next..
and if ur lucky I relieve ur unrest
yea
that anxiety ain't servin U, bae
and I fear ur failing that test
in the realm of souls...I make U my quest
yea...conquest if I have to, cause in that realm...my soul runs cold in matters of rest
and its disruptors...are all ur needs unmet

Ur Needs Unmet

I heard about this meeting where U
don't have to tell ur name
and no one's there to judge U...
but it happens all the same...but it happens all the same
its the bonds of bitters
and all who speak within these walls
who've been stabbed within its halls
who've bled out from the heart
true love...
yea these...the bonds of bitters that speak my name above
and...how deep would U need to go to avoid the shallow
yea
do U feel U can even be above a scandal
should I avoid the crops U reap
cause I know ur handle...
and I'm hardly 2 steps thru the door
but I am burdened by the stories haunting U
from before...got ur tangibilities
hangin fruit so strange to my sensibilities
...but so familiar
and I pluck to taste ur luck
from this testamonial tree...
and yea
I see...speak my name above to the bonds of bitters
O yea
please

The Bonds Of Bitters

On this gentle slope beneath Tobacco Mountain
I exist as air between ur breaths
yea
in places ur not counting
and the closer that u get 
leaves ur mind in endless doubting
and its so easy to get led astray
so so easy
O yea
nothing within my borders will be what once had been
'less its a piece of horticulture devoid
of ur passive sin
help me lord
let me look within
guide me to the wounded glory yea
the source of ur passive sin
did u hurt urself? yea lord
but I lived, yea...u know I lived
but do I carry the wounds for glory?
O yea...then bae y that's ur passive sin
gotta dig to begin
and its so easy to get led astray
so so easy

Passive Sin

When I reach the pearly gates...
I expect you'll have my name hanging 
off the chain
O
and though I seem so meek and mild
I am the god-child
...a walking talking serial nightshade
good on the lips
but honey
its gonna cost if u twist
its gonna cut if U played
yea
cause Imma street born saint
christened in spray paint
and O lord...
When I reach them pearly gates...
I expect you'll have my name hanging 
off the chain
yea
cause that chain is the only thing keeping me sane
part of the chain gang where Imma name
in the game of love
a straight gangsta on the chain gang of gods
and When I reach them pearly gates...
I expect you'll have my name hanging 
off the chain

Chain-gang Of Gods

Hush...keep it down, dontcha hear her on the landing?
a grumble that sounds like chanting
got citizens on the run
yea
here the dragun-lady comes
only the daring will hold her eye
yea
but most will be trying hard not to cry
O I dare U
yea
keepin time and it scares U
so listen up
eyes shut
feel the wave
dig the groove
let go and let ur body move
step bend step back
and around and around
take my hand
step forward step back
keep ur feet upon the ground
yea
and here the dragun-lady, the serpent
of swing...askin U to kiss her ring
so...hush
keep it down, dontcha hear her on the landing?
a grumble that sounds like chanting
got citizens on the run
O I dare U
yea
keepin time and it scares U
so listen up
eyes shut
feel the wave
dig the groove
let go and let ur body move
step bend step back
and around and around
take my hand
step forward step back
keep ur feet upon the ground

Here The Dragunlady Comes

I learned to swing my hips with a lift
and a hook twist...as I bussed the midnight
tables...and its an easy fix
to the rain on me, if I learn to balance the plane of glass and cutlery
give me the look of fables...yea
and now...years and years gone by
but my ability to keep the rain off of me
is only second to my overflow capacity
for that gentle sway from so far away
has gained for me the mastery I needed
and I stand here now, bae...
and I am that undefeated
oft repeated
underdog of complexity
yea
I'm the one U cheated
O
yea
and now...years and years gone by
but my ability to keep the rain off of me
is only second to my overflow capacity
for that gentle sway from so far away
has gained for me the mastery I needed

The Mastery I Needed

On long windy days and dry cool nights
there's a hustle to the shade that feels
like someone wants to fight
yea
well down in Tremont
where the telephone lines never stop ringin
in a town that long ago went missing
and wouldn't I like to answer a call
if that switchboard still had a listing
O yea
and my extra sensories are screaming
about the crowds of people still living their lives like before
the life they lived in 1954
slipped beyond a wall
but still trying to make that call
yea
in the town that don't stop ringing
and I bet there's a pastor praying
but his prayers are for himself
cause he'll always be employed
so long as those lines never stop
ringing
yea...the government knows
says its just the way it goes

Nevada 1954

Lately I've begun to evolve and I find in 
dismay that on the steps of ascension 
beyond the threshold of tensions
sits a dad on a curb
head in his hands
watching the blood of his  son wash away in the sand
yea...and isn't it sad...
yea...I kinda understand
and I know this scene in this dimension
a compression of themes a tangle it
seems...a triangle of enmeshment
and I sit beside him...
stitching the tears in my heart
with the thread of truth and the needle of justice
my eyes sting with the fire and my knees
becoming sunkissed as I am open to the folds and lines
of compression
living the same pain...but not as a lesson
no
cause we're all one name
yea, him and me...one and the same

*Postulate that there is no true time construct, all time - past present and future all occur simultaneously...that boy, a martyr, a murder, a betrayal...how well I know that sting and how far away...that man, who then are the Father
the Son the ghost? Am I? R U? Is it happening now?

One And The Same

Turns out I've been reduced by inches
over time...shaving off my extras
and dissin' my true design
and there's a rumor that my new pine lumber ain't the 2 or 4 listed as that number
so my wall's falling short and failing on
it's plumb line
yea
turns out that truth is a kinda bell curve
and omits the most extreme
but with a hammer in the trenches
that truth gets a touch obscene
and secrets go on living
without needin being reduced
yea, a gift that never stops giving
and I'm not worried 'bout it
gettin loose, that its not the truth
yea, just another lie
and I'm tired of being laughed at
wasted cause ur too scared to fly
and
Turns out I've been reduced by inches
over time...shaving off my extras
and dissin' my true design

Secrets Go On

That name U called me, of a girl U must 
have known to use that version of a person
I ain't been since I left home
O
yet when I turned to meet ur eye...
no recognition...just surprise
cause it must be a shock for the ones
in disguise...yea
to understand my investment in my
decisions with no revisions
surfin thru the breakers
rollin with the tide
no worries coming up inside
cause that name U called me
of a girl U must have known
yea...haven't used that name
since I left home
and tho I may know U...
or knew U then...
I am changed like a temperate wind
and I've no time for ur nostalgic chatter
yea...I'm pushin out my mission
and continue on I'd rather...O
yea
to understand my investment in my
decisions with no revisions
surfin thru the breakers
rollin with the tide
no worries coming up inside

I'd Rather

With the doors locked down and the
lights shut off...the sound of whispering
is deafening
and I think I might have loosed my mind
for the reality is lessening
O yea
away goes the floor in the darkness
my cheek pressed to the wall
and a bead of sweat from another's arm
got my mind in a 5 alarm
and I'm trying desperately to crawl
yea
this is a glitch and I've been stuck in this
stitch...the walls crushing in
as I loop again and again and again
dear lord I'm searching for an exit
from this on repeat theme park
coming in a 2
when I needed ur 10
can u please just...tell me why my 
life is so hard?
and if its improving please tell me when
yea cause
this is a glitch and I've been stuck in this
stitch...the walls crushing in
as I loop again and again and again

5-2-10

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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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