keep on keeping on Nyla and keep those wolves from your door be much stronger than before and keep those fires burning and always keep those wheels turning

Hot damn! Did you do everything on this track?

This is a country blues song I wrote about sobriety in all forms.

Wolves Are At My Door

I keep a running monologue
deep thoughts and catch phrases
to help me make sense of these crazy days
but I won't lie...cause...the crazy of today
is the crazy of yesterday...and it knows me
so I ain't gettin away
but lately
I gave the voices passes
let 'em out so they can play
and now...the voices with their plots
suspicions and wants
refuse re-entry to the blankness of my page
yea-
half baked people
only know three words
got their chests up in my bizness
but without 'em I feel listless
Hooray for that wisdom
of the dead
whoop whoop ...these lunatics in my head
can U see these memories of voices
and phrases...come from difficult places
to remind me of the way...
and who comes to my assistance
despite my resistance
remains a hidden mystery...so
I give 'em a pass
let 'em out to play
and now...I can plainly see
what has been unclear...
this puzzle - this tease
is comin thru and I'm thankful
for the wisdom of their fear
their haste to disrupt my bizness
cause without 'em I feel listless

I Feel Listless

I've had this one in progress for a long time, kept thinking it might make a good collab since there are some open spaces in here. If anyone is interested in remixing I can send you the stems!

Fermentation

Lost Souls (For three guitars & synth)

Lyrics will be improved at some point 🤞

Because (lyrics improvised😅)

Cast of Characters:
mistermark-- @user-432503709 --Mark-- horns and shakers

TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– guitar, production, and mix

J.J. Terrell-- @j-j-terrell—JJ—piano and organ

K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums, vocals, composition, and mix

Llanpsych– @llanpsych –Tez– guitar 

Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 – four-string fretless bass 

This song was written by Ken and a dearly departed friend and former bandmate named Chris Bennett about the latter's divorce that he was going through at the time when their band was also breaking up. Ken had a good demo of the two of them fleshing it out, which the Eclectic Collective used as a template for the song. Josh was first to add his unique slide bass line to the song. Next up was Tez, who added the fiery solo you hear at the end. Stephen came in not too long after with the rhythm guitar, complete with the intricate fills you hear throughout. Around the same time, Mark added some really innovative, genre-bending horns and shakers to it. Ken then completed the song with his stellar vocals. 

  Of course, every great song needs a great producer, so Ken turned it over to Stephen for an objective mix, although Ken was still heavily involved in the process, too. This is the first time Ken has sung lead for an EC song, and we were all very impressed with his skills on this one. We hope you enjoy listening to it as much as we enjoyed making it.


Original lyrics by Chris Bennett:

I once believed in happy ever after
Now I’m convinced by tears instead of laughter
There’s not much good inside that’s left to do the things for my survival

If I relied on you to make it better
I’d die a 1000 times, before we get together
All that is bad inside will rise back to the top
With your arrival

Burn down the doorway
Run down the hall
Scream out my name
But I may never hear you, never hear you
Drive down the highway
Until you’re gone
I may never hear you call

I still believe that someone’s always watching
Each time I turn around, I never hear them talking
All that is bad inside will never fade away with your arrival

Burn down the doorway
Run down the hall
Scream out my name, but I may never hear you
Never hear you
Drive down the highway
Until you’re gone
I may never hear you call

Na Na Na  Na Na Na
Na na na

Happy Ever After (The Eclectic Collective)

Rain in Paris

It was cold between the tombstones
saw my breath upon the day
and I kept this clod of darkened sod
like a wish I could stow-away
but the last sun ray has found me
as I lay that sod to rest
and like a stone upon a piled pyre
it marks where life once burned a fire
and I head to cross the peaks...
where the air weighs upon me less...
yea
I've a feelin' - this season...
that the beam of deeds is laying even
we weigh our hearts against a plume
should it rise and spell our doom
yea
in the mist of reason
comes the end too soon
some seem lost as they fight the room
and the only piece within their stories
is the thread that ties them to their purgatory
so here they wander...
wispy and misty...trying hard to recall
the reason...for this constant gloom
yea
I've a feelin' - this season...
that the beam of deeds is laying even
we weigh our hearts against a plume
should it rise and spell our doom

Carla Amaro - Artist Cover Art

Against A Plume

My mind keeps on slipping
like the double clutch I keep missing
causing me to stall and fukin stop
but I've been lucky...
caught a tailwind at the light...
ghost hands pushing me across the tracks
and I've been blessed with foresight
where I can see the target...painted on my back
O yea
and my ticker keeps on ticking (tic-ticking)
blow my pistons...(pish pish a chiklin)
yea...pick my guts up off the highway
hit that nitrus gas
O yea
but I've been lucky...
staring down a barrel but that iron was misfiring
hid behind my likeness made of wax
but I've been blessed with foresight
where I can see the target painted on my back
yea
pik up stix and re-arrange it
to be the ball among my jax
so if you're feeling lucky...
put your nose down on my trail
see if you can keep up...
though my ticker's awful frail
I got the Lady with me...
keeps my heart upon her breast
but if you want it, babe...
I dare you to snatch it...from her
Lady Luck that is...
keeps my heart upon her chest

Trittel Elke :Artist Cover Art

Blow My Pistons

I was cat-nappin in the early mornin hour...
a peculiar sense of order...
a dream of treadin water...
yea
hours and hours I was kickin mud...
and now...am so exhausted...upon a marshy shore
get eaten up by bugs...and all my toes feel sore
yet...no sooner did I place my foot
within the reeds and grass
were a whistle...lewd and child-chud...and boyzzzz...shoutin out "NICE A$$"
O yea
no time 4 the proper gaze
O yea...
as I take the spotlight...
on Center Stage...
whoa whoa wo wo yea
cause u can't touch this mud racked body
this kind of dirt don't mean I'm naughty
no nononono
O bet...u get...some class
fore U ever EvER ever ever touch THIS A$$
brother
O yea yea yea
no time for the proper gaze...
as I take the spotlight
CENTER STAGE
exit Right...
later boyzzzzz..... whoa whoa wo wo yea
no U won't never never never
touch this mud racked frame
babe...but if U ask....might get my name

Michele Plante Designs: cover art

Nice ASS

Hey you...ya sinna
have u found urself...baby
dug in deep...forced urself to weep
...til u look crazy
O yea
cause its the newest version of
spiritual conversion
ooooo yea
its the Religion of The Self
yea
ur ur own Martyr, a Stigmata Self-starter
a MFkn Water Walker...
put it in a bottle...and sell it off as wine...
O yea oooo
O bring on the VooDoo doctors...
string up a SantaRia sign...
sprinkle me with Holy Water , baby...
give me another sip O that expensive ass wine...
yea
a Trinity of me and me and me...
cause I'm the holy one baby
and I'm EVERYONE u see
O yea
in my newest version of spiritual conversion
O....yea
in the religion of Myself

Michele Plante Designs: cover art

Ya Sinna

🎶🎶🎶***YO YO YO LETS GO***🎶🎶🎶

we’ll just refer to my recovery pieces as ‘the grumble series’ til I get my range back…whew…



🤟🏼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.

I Feel Listless

Nyla K

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