I still don't know how you manage to squeeze so much feeling into one song Nyla

Could U ride along this highway
til time becomes a blur...
or would U take the exits, the off ramps
and the U-turns...
yea cause the crew that keeps the roadway
wear their wings on their days off
drop their halos in the safe box so their
code will launch yea
take the off ramp...when ur tired
take the exits when ur leaving things
not for ur higher...
cause the architect's a highway man
and his plans are his wicked desires
O yea
and if U ain't keeping ur eyes on the lines
that ol criminal will sell U off
or end U in a funeral pyre
claimin U as an everlasting highway rider
O yea so tell me...
could U ride along this highway
til time becomes a blur...
or would U take the exits, the off ramps
and the U-turns...
cause the architect's a highway man
and his plans are his wicked desires
O yea

Highway Rider

You wanna talk about legitimacy
while ur squattin on my life
so disrespectfully
and if I might address the posture
of ur mind...so busy pretendin
ur unkind...place a feather in ur hat
...when U collapse that
yea
cause baby its ok to be aligned
with strong emotion and
I promise...you'll not find me judging
if U laugh or cry or sin...
cause every action is a current in ur ocean
yea
and bit by bit...we're gonna get above it
gonna give it one more try
yea
give it one more try
and I guess we can talk about it
legitimacy...while U go on so disrespectfully
yea
cause baby its ok to be aligned
with strong emotion and
I promise...you'll not find me judging
if U laugh or cry or sin...
cause every action is a current in ur ocean
yea
and bit by bit...we're gonna get above it
gonna give it one more try
and we all deserve the favor and concern
gonna get myself
aligned

Collapse That

I was dirt poor
sleeping on a dirt floor
and my feet could not be seen
but that's no matter bae
cause my soul is clean
yea
and what I lacked in comfort...
the food the support the trumpets
I could clearly see...in ur cup o tea
hackin at the weeds...
so hey, won't u tell me now
break me down to the ground
squeeze me tween ur crackers
and if u come unwound...I'll have to
take ur crown...but I'll do it like the sacklerss
yea
and what I lacked in comfort...
the food the support the trumpets
I could clearly see...in ur cup o tea
whoa yea
now don't u fret my dear
cause from what I hear, the devil came
a-knockin, now them pushers keep a-rockin
name of diddie...gettin bizzy, yea...cause
I was dirt poor
sleeping on a dirt floor
and my feet could not be seen
but that's no matter bae
cause my soul is clean

And Trumpets

What I want to say...my recalcitrant brother
I must delay...for the sake of others
but I do wish...U might consider
this self-righteous rigor that has U believing
its ur bias ain't bitter
nor the tint in a skin
(be there for me)
got U crawlin with cringe...yea
UR A RIOT
A FKN TWAT
CUNT...OF A PSYOP
lurkin in my forest...with a camera and a gun
yea ur the one bae
ur the fkn one
drop kicked like a bouncin betty
loomin like a dis-ease
send a plague to take ur steady
doomed to conspiracy O
the crows gave U away...why dontcha just take ur toys
and move today...

Be There For Me

I wore chains across my back
how long I bore 'em...speaking thru their tracks
and on those chains, I was made to bear...
many would drag 'til I became impaired
and I was cast in the ditch
wholly unwelcome in the house that I built
and I carry scars like a map of the stars
as a reminder of ur guilt
can I show U a good time, sir?
can I offer U a ride?
yea...step inside now...
now I gotta strap U in...
'fore we begin...cause baby
ur a masculine but there's no time
for the crime of wrastlin
yea stupid game
stupid prize...gonna wish me inside...yea
I wore chains across my back
how long I bore 'em...speaking thru their tracks
and on those chains, I was made to bear...
many would drag 'til I became aware

Stupid Game

Beneath the lone streetlight
a false moon in the dead of night
a dance of moths and damsel flies
where the false moon shines
its empty light a strobing beacon
yea
here in the false moon season
and I am reluctant to step closer
my senses focused on the hand I hold
like gettin called in high stakes poker
and there's a distant voice tellin me
to fold...yea
cause its time to roll...O
gotta roll baby roll...
beneath the lone streetlight
a false moon in the dead of night
a dance of moths and damsel flies
where the false moon shines
and I could leave it all behind
just walk away...from this pride of lies
turn my cheeks and avert my eyes
as I go on by...
yea...where the false moon shines

Where The False Moon Shines

The design of this creation
like no other of god's makin
every detail to unfold...a leaf or petal
...a tendril to unroll
and am I so different...as a form, to engineers...the daughter of the architect
evolved in a hall of mirrors
so clever of mamaa to drown me in arrears
each crisis like a neutron
a particle of seers
my drive at idle speeds...will not survive the 
taunting...no
cause the particle perceived is quantum
O ho hey ya ho oo
dear god let me find my laudanum...
yea...and the design of this creation
like no other of gods making
and each detail that unfolds...such
beauty to behold in form
and brilliant function...I am a fan
bow down to the god 'creation' 
my mother in the rafters
her mother...dancin in my head
a line of blood kin women...
living on since they've been dead

Since They've Been Dead

I have whispered to the trees
my misery's...and deep beneath the frostline...
my grievance, I lay down to freeze
for the sentries of the woodline aim to please
yea O
and when the breezes linger
they wave like busy fingers
the jazz hands of the forest
with their frantic leaves
and I believe...
and like a post upon the job board
U consume the chaos that I bleed
yea man
I will receive
I will receive
cause I'll give it to the trees
yea...I will receive
can I lay my burdens in the forest
where the breezes linger...
and wave their busy fingers...
like jazz hands of the wood...for my relief
and...I will receive

I Will Receive

Beneath the boardwalk at high tide
but there's nowhere left to hide
and the only reason I still breathe
(they tell me...) is cause I'm hard to die
and baby...
right now, I'm all so hard to find
and U may be asking why
why are they trying to find me
and why do I need to die?
but the ancient's waking up
could feel my pulsing vibe...
cause I've been leaking light
all around inside
and there is torment in the turbulence
and torsion in the undertow
and this disturbance got me reelin
...and questioning what I chose
and baby...
right now, I'm all so hard to find
and U may be asking why
why are they trying to find me
and why do I need to die?
cause I am beneath the boardwalk at high tide
but there's nowhere left to hide
and the only reason I still breathe
(they tell me...) is cause I'm hard to die

Hard To Die

I've been in conflict
succombed to my desires and 
rattled in my fears...but I'm done
with endless acting
wasted days and restless nights
so I've revoked ur contract access
cut ties with the dogs that bite
and I'll roll on with the change of
seasons...fare thee well to shackled justice
and arbitrary reasons...
makin way for love to ignite
can U wake me when its here please?
wish I may
wish I might
yea baby
let this love ignite cause 
I've been in conflict
succombed to my desires and 
rattled in my fears...but I'm done
with endless acting
wasted days and restless nights
and I've cut ties with all the dogs I know that bite
cuttin ties with all the dogs that bite...
O yea

The Dogs That Bite

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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.

I Will Receive

Nyla K

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