Indie Blues Project

Indie Soul and Blues

This place I'm in
built for one but servin ten
stack the sleepin bodies
lock the gate go round again
1 2 3 jump in
4 5 6 to the river Styx
yea and I could be deaf
but I'm not alone here
and I might cuss and begin to sweat
but I'm the best damn bitch ur bout to forget
cause babe
it's consequence
O O Oh yea
lock the gate
go round again
1 2 3 jump in
4 5 6 stuck in the matrix
O yea
and I could be blind
for the rest of the year
and I might cry or I might fight
but I won't shrink in fear
cause babe
it's consequence
O O Oh yea
lock the gate
go round again
1 2 3 jump in
4 5 6  gonna make a wish
O yea
I learned the hard way
always been the long way
and this place that I'm in
the State Pen
built for one but servin ten
stack the sleepin bodies
lock the gate
go round again
1 2 3 jump in
4 5 6  wearin jail house kicks

Consequence

 I'm trynna sort U out
but for now I must consider ur hulking figure
and a sense that ur even bigger in real life
and I'm sorta in and sorta out
cause I'm just a digger who fills in
where the holes are triggers
for the lonely and devout
yea
let's sort it out
at the doorstep
I'll flip this card 
U read aloud
Ur either in or ur goin down
if U catch me brother
cause I'm just trynna sort U out
the devil's in the details
and the details in the cards
and if U ain't got the answers
no use gettin hard
yea
gotta sort it out
U out yea
now let's assume U have the answers and
this joint is the place for U
yea sorta in sorta out
so go on back and get with the staff
yea...gonna sort U out
cause...baby, I have considered ur hulkin figure and it gets even bigger like a sinful crowd
yea
so baby, gonna sort U out 

Sort U Out

This ghost town effect U possess
bet U could turn a midnight eat into a Hopper drawn street
the Mardi Gras people fallin off
...like the beat
and the whistle of wind drivin out
all the heat
O now come the dirty people
washed clean but labeled low
and like their mama's before them
they come from the House of Crowz
yea
march me down a Hopper street
gas lantern lost it's glow
and the only ones still giving
are the Crowz
can U hear the echoz?
yea it's a ghost town but clean
and the cleanest people...washed clean
but kept down low
O yea
and where are all the dirty people
kept from living a life they chose
yea this is a ghost town
empty soulz in a Hopper street
but dip beyond the painting
past the Bistro...unoccupied
yea to the dirty people...on the other side
yea cause
now come the dirty people
washed clean but labeled low
and like their daddy's before them
they come from the House of Crowz

The House Of Crowz

I wish you'd find what it is
that keeps you so afraid
cause I'm not certain I can remain
and babe,
how I loved the way we were
but it ain't been that way in a long time
and I've grown weary of the nerves I've
had to fight...just knowing you'll be home tonight
and no one can ever be harder on me
than myself...but I see you tryin
got me pinned down...and my fight's been dying
yea
and I'd pack my bags, but babe
where am I gonna lay my head, got kids
and dogs....and lord, we're all underfed
been down to my last dollar
five fingered all our meals
...as a graduated street scholar
and darlin
how I wish you'd find what it is
that keeps you so afraid
and I've been sitting here at the all night diner
ordered the kids a coffee
while I covered up my shiner
got my back to the bar
mirror in my hand
so while I fix my eye I'm watching out for the man
and won't you ever grow tired
won't you ever let me go
blowin up my phone...

You'll Be Home Tonight

 A warm breeze to greet me
though the moon still has the show
and I'm more than happy to stand here
in the moon's glow
and in the space of his halo
the stars begin to gather
their murmur grows...as they chatter
and if I could dream myself a lil bigger
my step could cross his brow
even now...as the moon still steals the show
I am so small but happy
in the moon's glow
the breeze grows warmer and carries the scent of rain
I would expect his shine to wane
for we who live below...in the shadow
of the moon's glow
aye...take me to the mountaintop
upon the starlit boulder
and I shall sit to meditate with moonshine on my shoulders
for I am low upon the crusted earth
yet still...I am, 
within the moon's glow
and a warm breeze to greet me
though the moon still has the show
and I'm more than happy to stand here
in the moon's glow
in the moon's glow 

Moons Glow

O the hollow heartbeat
thump-bumpin in it's cage
it's rhythm keeps my feet in a 1-2 beat
one voice above the others
calling out the song
husky voices answering as one...
when they respond
yea we wore ribbons and plumes in our hair
cut the ground showing off our wares
a thump-bumpin in this affair
poppin beads in a hard core tear
push-up push-up
where's the drummer's care
push-up push-up pow pow pow
switching gears
back to back and the newest steps leading off the track
and my heart's racing
breath so short
I'm bracing yea
O the hollow heartbeat
thump-bumpin in it's cage
it's rhythm keeps my feet in a 1-2 beat
one voice above the others
calling out the song
husky voices answering as one...
when they respond
round and round 
we eat the ground...push-up push-up
where's the drummers care
push-up push-up pow pow pow
as the last stroke echoes in our ears...
ragged breath as ribbons fall
last drop and stuck the landing
champions wearing shawls
O yea
round and round...

Wearing Shawls

That girl is barely a teen
already disillusioned and out of dreams
jacked a car just this morning
so she could feel the joy forming (inside of her)
but someone saw her leaving
through the smoke of tires squealing
as she fishtailed that honda...across state lines
yea O
well, she's just a dreamer
got no peace living in those homes
broken system broken bones
along the way in the low speed chase
her cousins joined in her hour of grace
before she got taken down
yea such a pity such a waste
revving that engine just to mark her place
yea she's just a dreamer
got no peace living in those homes
broken system broken bones
and can U see the choppers...of the news
gonna be a headline
gonna blame it on the booze
down around mile marker one
the procession pressing on
towards the setting sun
cameras rolling on the flip
the consequence of the statey's pit
poor lil dreamer
got no peace living in those homes
broken system broken bones
O yea...laid out on the highway
between the traffic cones
paparazzi public got it on their phones
O yea 

Broken System Broken Bones

Sometime in the future
when I'm dead and gone
my relations and my enemies might find
a common ground
and when they meet upon my porch steps
a small clay ball is found
so curious so seemly
that ball is conjun bound yea
I laugh now as I cannot then
the look of realization
all those iffy stories
those losses kept us down
so...
witchy in the bloodline
itchy in the nerves
this brew'll keep U spellbound
so I can read Ur curves
and should I find U lacking
a clay ball fire blackened
to carry a minor curse...or worse
the hook of love
yea cause there's the real rub
there's no hate that didn't love
goes so deep like it flies above
so if U spurn betray or waste my days
I've no need to give U chase
cause Imma conjun woman
and I'm...
witchy in the bloodline
itchy in the nerves
and I make a brew to produce in U
a spell bind...yea
step across my threshold
climb upon my steps
for one day my kin and enemies
may make their fires cold
to sit upon my porch and in their palms they hold
a small clay ball fire blackened I'm told
O yea I'm told

Fire Blackened Im Told

My phone has stopped it's ringin
and the dog got out last night
but this bed is warm and friendly
the wine a bouquet medley
baskin in the light yea
and there's rumors in the air
the hidden stories and affairs
of the cruelty and lack of care
yea...the coming
O
did U place ur thumb upon the pulse
inhale the sticky scent
and ride that wild pony to the end
O whoa yea
My phone has stopped it's ringin
and the dog got out last night
but this bed is warm and friendly
the wine a bouquet medley yea
baskin in the light 
O my dominoes were standing 
like a soldier field on pause
let the drummer drop the hammer
and the first one...starts to...fall
can't catch 'em all
can't catch 'em all
footsteps on the landing
footsteps down the hall
come the hoards and frenzy
when the keeper miss the ball
yea
can't catch 'em all
cause...
My phone has stopped it's ringin
and the dog has run away
but this bed...so warm and friendly
sippin my bouquet medley
baskin in the light yea
baskin in the light

Sippin My Bouquet N Basking

You held my hand as we walked that day
...as we walked away
and I know there's better times ahead
just seems...so far
and I'm not feelin brave
in this here watershed
cause it ain't rained for days
but there's a river at my door
and I believe I am destined for the higher 
ground cause all this barely living's got
me poor...like the lost and found
yea
and U held my hand all the way
said: 'won't nothin ever make me stay'
yea and it ain't rained for days
...but there's a river at my door
the pious beg we pray
the broken screamin bloody rage
well them rich ones...their money ate their souls...keep 'em in a cage
and I dreamed of river ferry's come to pluck me from the waves
grown men weeping..."jesus saves"
cause it ain't rained for days
but there's a river at my door
so will U hold my hand once more
while we walk today
while we walk away

Lost And Found Hold My Hand

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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.

Broken System Broken Bones

Nyla K