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)

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)

Been out all night...and the streets are all wet...for some reason
Flashin' red light...and the District's boarded up...for some reason...and I find myself - all alone...and I can hear myself breathing
   la da daaam undayahhhh dah
    ya ya ya yanhhhh
Baby, won't you come...
I find myself sayin...to no one
   ah ya-ah hhhhh yea
...woe is me...
(in the Red Light District)
boarded up...(with my smeared lipstick)
all wet...for some reason
and I find myself alone
Baby- I can hear you breathing...
I find myself saying...to no one
O ahhn haha O hah yea
Been out all night and the streets are all wet...for some reason
Flashin' red light...and the District's all boarded up...(for some reason)
and I find myself...all alone...I can hear myself breathing...(sigh)oh...
oh no...me O my...oh no

Boarded Up For Some Reason (amp)

I've got sunburnt skin and wild hair
wind whipped on the peaks of giant waves
I slide with the ship as she cascades
as she rolls
my arms...her sails...cast wide to open
a swelling like a prayer
the ocean a sooth-sayer
my knees have springs- take the pitch...
as the Blue whale sings
her echoes ring...
and the sky demands the sail takes the air...
with the singin of the whales
and the Sirens...staying silent...( guilty with their greed)
and Death pulls back its veil
with the singin of the whales
sinks my ship in the Whaling crib
trying to meet me at the bottom
yea...as the whales sing...demands an offering...offers us our lives...(if we want 'em)
O yea
slapping at the spray in the mist of the ocean waves
sunburnt skin and wild hair
a swelling with my prayers
O...sing to me
echoes ringin...

Sunburnt (amp)

Got some thigh high boots
in dark brushed leather
and I wear 'em on the avenue
one foot in front of the other...OOOOOO
yea
got hippies on the corner
and gangstas in the lot
yea
...and damn, Hi! how are ya
do you got...what I'm lookin for...
yea...I'm lookin for fairweather
I'm lookin for a friend...
O
wearin thigh high boots and I keep gettin lectured...
but ya know...I got my sh*t together
so I'm movin on...
whoa...whoa...whoa
I ain't responsible for your tender heart...your ideologies...
(just more religion...for me)
O yea
let me take a walk
down the avenue...yea
and forget you...
don't need your help with what I wear
gonna put one foot in front of the other...
yea walkin on walkin on

Thigh High (amp)

O my girl ain't talkin' to me...
she says she's angry...
But I say - 
if there weren't no hate
wouldn't be no love...
couldn't be a low note
if it weren't for the high notes above
So, go play them low notes
play 'em dirty play 'em gritty
but when you want that love, baby
ya gotta play them notes so pretty
...and the stars up in the heavens
just start to play along
yea, sweet baby
sure sounds like a lover's song
O and I'm sittin on the porch steps
...waitin' on my lil lady
and out come the low notes...da dumm
and out come the high notes...ah hmmm
yea comes now my sweet baby
straight into my arms
O yea...ya know
if there weren't no hate
wouldn't be no love
and there couldn't be no low notes
if it weren't for the high notes above

*For my baby girl, bug

Sweet Baby Girl (amp)

Ahhh
I feel I'm going crazy...tryna find 
this blissful place
keeps receding...leakin' into space

and I'm hearing voices on the radio
(but the radio is gone)
they're coming from the spaces...standing empty now
inner hidden places...ether bound
Ahhh
I feel I'm going crazy...tryna find 
this blissful place
keeps receding...leakin' into space

gonna hitch a ride to the outer bands
become an inbound sound...and in the ether...every whisper is a dreaming cloud
holds all the lovely feelings in its wooly soul
the warmth I'm seeking...to escape the cold
yea
and I'm hearing voices on the radio
(but the radio is gone)
they're coming from the spaces...standing empty now
inner hidden places...ether bound

distant glasses hittin' sharp and shrill
rise above the crowd...voices calling out
OOO I wanna meet that sound
and I remember friendly faces
laughing trails and traces
bouncin' in the chambers of that soft and wooly soul...got that warmth I need
to escape the cold

and I'm hearing voices on the radio
(but the radio is gone)
they're coming from the spaces...standing empty now
inner hidden places...ether bound

This Blissful Place (amp)

I put it off...all day
can't wait no longer...
I've got a pyre to set on fire
nice things...to give away
cause its time to let things go
and its time to hit the replay

sixteen again got the world to tour
gonna take a left...where I went right
opt for peace...and refuse to fight
untie my braid and dance...
like I've never danced before
yea
and I out it off...all day
can't wait no longer...
I've got a pyre to set on fire
nice things...to give away
cause its time to let things go
and its time to hit the replay

and I'd like to be the age I was when I first laid eyes on you...bet I'd keep on walking
lord, move aside and let you through
yea...there ain't no use in wishing
'less time is truly done...
gotta free myself from your prison
scrub your memory from my tongue
set a fire to a funeral pyre and walk away...
time to let things go
time to hit the replay

Things To Give Away (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.

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