Slide Into Perdition

Indieindies

Should I find myself crawling on the desert 
sand blisters on my belly
blood on my hands
and should I part my lips
the dust of angels escaping
...as chance
and I'm crying out to god...
to take me home
cause this is all too much
and my tears only go within
when my well runs dry
but god takes a knee...as she whispers to 
me...U must continue to try...for as my
child...U becomes We
by and by
by and by baby
by and by
yea
and should I find myself feeling low and weary
I pray my lord will let me see U clearly
yea cause
she whispers when ur lying
and she holds up a mirror when she
knows U been trying
and she speaks in the quiet and says
U must continue to try...for as my child
U become We...by and by

U Becomes We

O well...we can all see the open door
and maybe...some have the pedigree
to step beyond the entry...but I...
must inch my way...each step a war
that keeps my feet in clay
yea
and I stumble as I reach for the threshold
the seal of worlds to break away
one more step I take...crumbled cause I'm
made of cake...eat me up
and shake my bake
Imma world quaker
shake a baker
looking for a early victory
cause Imma world waker
yea
can U taste my mystery
O my haters
yea
can U taste my mystery? yea
we can all see the open door
and maybe...some have the pedigree
to step beyond the entry...but I...
must inch my way...each step a war
that keeps my feet in clay

A World Waker

I don't believe U understand that its O so 
fine...cause U know U can
and I'm just rolling along
yea
searching for the exit from this crazy train
babe, yea
O 
and I've been coming up daisies in a newly mowed field...prayin for the crazies
getting all too real
shaking it loose, yea baby
shaking...gonna shake...a- shake
shakin it loose
and I have come to be
One with U as U would be 
one with me...yea
shakin' it loose baby
and I don't believe that U understand
that it's O so fine...yea
cause U know U can
and I'm just rolling along
searchin for the exit
from this
crazy
train

Hapi Crazy Train

Can U hear that knockin? comin from
the wood...its a hurricane stuck in the
socket...electrifyin everything
yea
a lightnin king at my castle
a-gentrifyin'...
yea...a whiskey sting...
intensifyin...O yea
yea yea
and its drivin me crazyyyy
and its implyin...my ways...yea my ways
r defyin....cause U thot U had me down
but I'm flyin...yea baby...
Can U hear that knockin? comin from
the wood...its a hurricane stuck in the
socket...electrifyin everything
yea
a lightnin king at my castle
a-gentrifyin'...
yea...a whiskey sting...
intensifyin...O yea
yea yea
and I'm hangin my muse in an echo refrain
and its loopin like crazyyy
and I'm goin insaneeeee
O baby

A Hurricane

I coulda been tighter in the door jamb
and the cracks...held on a lil longer
like I'm checkin all them facts...
but I lost my ambition
slid into perdition
and babe...I'm settin to wane not to wax
yea...did U just tell me to relax?
Now I know U wanna be right..
but U really wanna fight?
dog...U gotta watch how U reactz
yea O yea yea
got a look in ur eye...
I see ur gonna try...
yea...o...nnnhn
got u some courageeee...yea and I guess...
I coulda been tighter in the door jamb
and the cracks...held on a lil longer
like I'm checkin all them facts...
but I lost my ambition
slid into perdition
and babe...I'm settin to wane not to wax

To Wane Not To Wax

I forgot to breathe in the coldness and the bare
a-void of absence...a pause impaired
as the walls shake...
yet I am spared
yea
I root into the dirt below my feet
new life old soul
yea
and in the song I sing I pour out old hurt
into that cold
for I will awake...anew...a reprieve
for the peace that's due...yea
I forgot to breathe in the coldness and the bare
a-void of absence...a pause impaired
as the walls shake...
yet I am spared
yea
so drape me in the finest dresses
prepare the ink for the presses
and tho no carpet goes unrolled
I am alive bae...yea
new life for my old soul

New Life Old Soul

If I were to question my emotion
reveal my deep devotion to reprieve
I do believe that I'd be Wednesday
not Tuesday or moody Monday with a 
stagnant breeze...
and I've been advised to grab and seize
my Wednesday intercessories
so many gifts...so lil time
let me regale U with my morbid Wednesday
rhymes...yea by design
and should the darkness around my light
become aggressive...I'll just slip into the night
...to pacify my slight...my Wednesday irrespective
yea...and I've been advised to grab and seize
my devotion a shaded tease
like a moody Monday, with a stagnant breeze
yea and...
my Wednesday intercessories
so many gifts...so lil time
let me regale U with my morbid Wednesday
rhymes...

I'd Be Wednesday

I'll not be lost to the panic and the fear
and you'll not find me
sharpening my spear...for the path 
before me is obscure...but its the cure
to which I'm lured
and what's before is what's behind
a mirrored door as I walk the line
can U give me a sign lord
can U give me a sign
tendrils of a sun grown cold
the black heart sun into which I'm rolled
and can U feel the heart beat...spirit
of a nation...callin thru my feet
yea baby
dance with no retreat...yea my spirit feet
heart beat of a nation
sleepin on the streets
and I'll not be lost to the panic and the fear
and you'll not find me
sharpening my spear...for the path 
before me is obscure...but its the cure
to which I'm lured

Spirit Feet

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

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

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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