Cover (sort of)/Improv
Samuel Jackson's  The We Ain't Gonna Stop Til People Are Free song:

I can hear my neighbor cryin'
"I can't breathe"
now I'm in the struggle...and I can't
leave...callin' out the violence...
of the racist police
we ain't gonna stop
til people are free
we ain't gonna stop
til people are free

I can hear my neighbor cryin'
"I can't breathe"
now I'm in the struggle...and I can't
leave...callin' out the violence...
of the racist police
we ain't gonna stop
til people are free
we ain't gonna stop
til people are free

The (We Aint Gonna Stop Til People Are Free) Song

I thought I lost U so many times before
and while the days weeks became the numbers making up the score
I've come to realize that I only had
the U that I wanted
a wish U taunted...and now ur gone
and this house seems haunted
in the fabric U tore...and I could sit in self pity...as a love-poor
but...I just don't feel that bad anymore
yea
the weight has shifted
and some has lifted
since I closed that door
and I'm no longer love-poor
no, cause...
weeks became the numbers making up the score...I've come to realize that I only had
the U that I wanted..
and I could sit in self pity...as a love-poor
but...I just don't feel that bad anymore
yea

Love Poor

Maybe god is the echo bouncing thru a canyon
and becoming the voices of everything
that ever was...with the response
...just for me...for my ears to hear
'cause...I know the teachings
I understand the play
and I'm willing to wait and see
take what comes my way
yea
I make the planets spin and it's
my heart that's beating and speeding up
when I'm in the wind
and U can make me sad or mad or happy
with what I have...but times a-wastin'
so I'll take what I can grab, cause
I know the teachings
I understand the play
and I'm willing to wait and see
take what comes my way
yea
Maybe god is the echo bouncing thru a canyon
and becoming the voices of everything
that ever was...with the response
...just for me...

What Comes My Way

I sing among the dry bones
all the beauty that I've seen
and my song to those in spirit
reaches into the riverine...
O go and fetch from the burial grounds
a pinch of dirt at the setting sun
so I can breathe back life
to the dry bones...and leave this gift 
that I've sung
yea
cause among the dead I sing a song
of love...as if ur all my loved ones
yea
I sing among the dry bones
all the beauty that I've seen
and my song to those in spirit
reaches into the riverine...
swing so low so I can rise
and like the raven...quothe I...
for yea...I bare the dry bones
in darkness and all alone
and lift them up in lightness
with the memory and tone
O those dead will rise
say O...yea those dry bones brought to life
...will rise
I sing among the dry bones
all the beauty that I've seen
and my song to those in spirit
reaches into the riverine...

I Bare The Dry Bones

My body is not real but a doll within a doll
nesting one and two and three
U see
cause I am in thrall...yea
aye...this air's so thin...and deep within
where the veil has fallen down
and so much is inside out
O yea
babe I am becoming unwound
could I look up and around
at all the versions of me
yes and I see...
not one can know the other...but should one become burdened by a blade
cut to loose her blood
...by brother...
cause what happens to one, will make'em all bleed
then onto another
My body is not real but a doll within a doll
nesting one and two and three
U see
cause I am in thrall...yea
aye...this air's so thin...and deep within
where the veil has fallen down
and so much is inside out
O yea
babe I am becoming unwound

I Am  In  Thrall

The sun is hot today yea
as I'm rolling down the highway...
and I'm making good time...hoping to
sleep in my own damn bed...unmolested
and so tired from this grind...OoO
yea
it's been a long time since our teenage years and juvenile tears
and everything we thought was a crime
O lord
how did we survive, being this blind
yea, and I really got to ask ya
were U just along for the ride?
yea
carry my burdens on my shoulder
and I'm so burnt out...
I'm lookin like a wounded soldier
O
and the sun is hot today yea
as I'm rolling down the highway...
and I'm making good time...hoping to
sleep in my own damn bed...unmolested
and so tired from this grind...OoO
yea

Tired From The Grind

I'll be ur therapist while u speak on harm
namin the names that are raising alarms
such a pittance of a plot
...lil bodies time forgot...buried all round the skool
so they don't get caught...the fools
O stolenbabies
stolenland...GOTTA TAKE A STAND
O lord...gotta take a stand
yea and I'll question ur ego
send bias on home...cause darlin...I'd commit ya
but there's no meat on them bones
and the violence is random
as legions roam wild...
takin every avarice n sacrificing the child
yea
that's their demand, my man...
so - we gotta take a stand. lord ya know
gotta take a stand

The Child

Nevermind the things I said...cause it just 
don't sound right
playing in my head...yea
I mighta been thinking we had more time
or money...or a dog left still willing to fight
O yea
but it feels too late cause I gotta close
this case...move on to the places
callin out to me...O yea
those empty rooms got me ramblin
pack my bags and do some traveling
just to stretch my legs
cause I ain't done with the parts of life
worth living...so 
Nevermind the things I said...cause it just 
don't sound right
playing in my head...yea
I mighta been thinking we had more time
or money...or a dog left still willing to fight
O yea
and I'll send a message when I find a place
where a woman can live on more than just
her grace
yea...nevermind the things I said...
cause...just don't sound right
playin in my head

Her Grace

Way back then...when U knew me
that uncool me...with a melancholy haze
why I looked away, gone to fetch my spirit
lost among the shades
no need to frame me
to shame me...cause I'm at peace these days
yea
and I can straighten my worn linen
my shift of cotton, beneath soft suede
cause when I arise
ya know that means I've arrived
and I'm picking up my phone
yea to call my spirit home
yea...
and way back then...when U knew me
that uncool me...with a melancholy haze
why I looked away, gone to fetch my spirit
lost among the shades
and I'm tired of being alone...
babe yea
gonna call my spirit home

Call My Spirit

Can U tell me...?
Have we won the war yet?
Has my love...become the bet
O yea...yea O
give me just a moment please...
cause I gotta tell ya...I just don't
wanna fight anymore...O yea
all that time under shaky weather
sometimes it pours and sometimes
it's like livin in a desert...yea
Can U tell me...?
Have we won the war yet?
Has my love...become the bet
O yea...yea O
and I got open wounds U been poking 
around in...lil bit o salt
so ur sure to win....yea
Can U tell me...?
Have we won the war yet?
Has my love...become the bet
O yea...yea O

Can U Tell Me

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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.

Can U Tell Me

Nyla K

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