My mules are full of sand
and tho I shake out what I can
there remain these glassy grains
to cut my feet and leave 'em
bloodstained...yea
and everyday I must repeat
as I weep...at how I'm lamed
gettin told to my face...as I should be ashamed
cause those sharp glassy blades
just raise my threshold pains...yea
cause my mules are full of sand
and tho I shake out what I can
there remain these glassy grains
to cut my feet...and leave 'em
bloodstained...and ur so cruel
gotta cut my mule
and now I'm barefoot in the park
gettin that grass between my toes
and I've no care about no marks
cause I'm takin back what U stole

What U Stole

Such a simple man...do I envy him?
I can't decide if it's ego...or it's pride
but his simplicity of mind...makes his heart
kind...and he has no need for machiaveliiiii..
like the clear of headwaters
and his beautiful daughters
he never hunt's hard for defined reliquery
yea...and he needn't tarry
as a man of sanctuary
like the fabled needle...it's in all likeness that he hides
such a simple man
and need I...in complexity
become vexatious on all sides
then carry me on...should U think it wise
for I don't wish to war
such violence only leads to terr-or
nor do I harbor hate or ill intent
for I carry a pipe...as its bearer
aye...such a simple fan of that simple man
where the smile rarely fades

His Beautiful Daughters

Somewhere in a room that has no walls
where the wind can still get in
and time's at a crawl...there's a mother humming softly
lookin worried lookin tired
as she tucks away her baby
and stokes the cold fire...yea
she's been cryin in the dark
cause her flame has lost it's spark
and the hunger in her belly
feels like sin
yea
and who wags behind closed doors
telling tales to warm old wars
pointing fingers at misfortune
prideful at their wins
yea
feels like sin
yea
feels like sin
and she's been cryin in the dark
cause her flame has lost it's spark
and the hunger in her belly
feels like sin
yea...lookin worried...lookin tired as she 
tucks away her baby
and stokes the cold fire...

The Cold Fire

I take my showers in a lightnin storm
cause...my faith is never torn
O so I offer up a shot at ur concerns
and yea I am certain and if my higher me
wants my life to be...snuffed out
then there's the tower facing downward
got no service...to turn my world about
yea yea
and I'm finding myself down for the count
O yea
but if I submit my word
plead my case and lay it straight
and spirit weighs a feather 'gainst my heart
'gainst my gate...
whispering her love
and blessin's upon my fate
so...I take my showers in a lightnin storm
cause...my faith is never torn
and tho it may seem brazen...to put my
life at risk
but if my time is shot
then I'm givin it to god
O
and that's it...
give my life to god...O

If My Time Is Shot

I have come from my home in disharmony
and the notes of sour accent follow me
...like lost puppies...
and I have run like the lion to escape 'em
hunkered down as a gator 'neath the reeds
but all I've done is mire in the mudflats
infecting open wounds while I lick and bleed
and in the distance...upon the stagnant stars
there sits the gods anointed
amused at a life so hard...
yea...I drag my tired ass to the land of plenty
plant my seeds like a wild card...yea O
and I have run like the lion to escape 'em
hunkered down as a gator 'neath the reeds
but all I've done is mire in the mudflats
infecting open wounds while I lick and bleed...
yea and don't mind the sounds of laughter
nor the scent of nicotine
for I have bed with the gods anointed
a reflection of U and me

Lick And Bleed U and Me

I have come to accept that who I am
tho intriguing and oft beguiling...
but beneath it all...is just me wilding
and that scares U into tribaling...to
run me off or keep me chained
and tho ur ignorance is false witness
in this U are ordained
for U are quite common in a world
where nothing offered is a wicked gain...
yea
so U keep me chained...
but I caught fire and burned 'me' down
turned to ashes...and reborn...am found
but I'm not tamed....
no, run me off?
try to keep me chained. yea babe
ur a touch insane
yea run me off or keep me chained
yea babe
in a world where nothing offered is nothing gained
where U remain...wearing ur own chains

Ur Own Chains

Breakdown brokedown...everything is broken down
like a dream decayed and falling away
while I must go on...un- missing yea
and I had a vision, babe
so sorry to know how ur going
but I'm getting back what you've stolen
but O
ubtil then it's all...breakdown
brokedown...everything is broken down
and I must step aside
cause there's nowhere left to hide
I gotta take a stand
and dear god...won't u lend me ur hand
for I must endure
yea...just looking for a chance to land...yea
Breakdown brokedown...everything is broken down
like a dream decayed and falling away
while I must go on...un- missing yea
O
cause until then...
its all breakdown brokedown...everything is broken down

Broke D

My day started off with ten toes and 
ten fingers...but as the shadows got longer
I became the gunslinger
and like a wolf in the way
I got labeled a stray...but if I bark
you'll note that I get bigger
yea gunslinger
no need for ammunition
cause the gun I strap and carry
is a whirlwind and a dragonfly
with a high born vocabulary
so back my some-time winner
enter now...the gunslinger
and every establishment I grace
is on a list for god's case...
yea...I may leave but judgement will
linger...in the life of a gunslinger
yea...like I said
no need for ammunition
cause the gun I strap and carry
is a whirlwind and a dragonfly
with a high born vocabulary
yea I move in mystery cause
only god knows where I'm supposed
to be...and its my job to listen
...and agree
and like a wolf in the way
I got labeled a stray...but if I bark
you'll note that I get bigger
yea gunslinger

The Gunslinger

I could go on and on and on
yea lord just spillin all this tea in the 
roots of these trees
hoping they'll recall it all when I'm gone
yea
when I'm gone...lord
and like proper lil ladies...they'll go on and 
on having babies
yea...and soon I'll have a forest
that knows when I grieve
O Oh yea
and can U imagine me
dancin with the leaves
singin while I'm crying
and I'm tryin lord I'm tryin
whoa baby
just swingin and swayin
me and all those trees
yea and I could go on and on and on
yea lord just spillin all this tea in the 
roots of these trees
hoping they'll recall it all when I'm gone
yea
when I'm gone...lord
and like proper lil ladies...they'll go on and 
on having babies
yea...and soon I'll have a forest
that knows when I grieve
O Oh yea

Proper Lil Ladies

Lil man U look so mad today
puff up ur chest but ur lip gone pout
won't U talk to me...what's this all about?
yea woo baby
won't U gimme gimme gimme
all ur answers
won't U talk to me
I'll put my hand over my mouth
shut my eyes if it helps U out
but there's an assassin in ur belly
yea yi yea
don't U doubt...yea whoa yea
yea and I can taste ur salty...
keeps me unspoiled when the world 
is hungry...whoa yea
and don't U gimme gimme gimmee
ur back turned...walkin so hard and heavy
baby...bet U still hurt
but I'm ready baby...so
won't U talk to me...what's this all about?
yea woo baby
won't U gimme gimme gimme
all ur answers
won't U talk to me
whoa yea...got ur back turned to me
ur heart so hard and heavy
baby yea
lil man what U so mad about

Ur So Mad Today

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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.

If My Time Is Shot

Nyla K