U keep me separated pretend ur liberated
touching on my triggers...reminding me to change
cause the number u been callin'
was disconnected darlin'...
so you'll not benefit from my strange
hey hey
now hey-hey
are U brave bae
do U have the range bae
yea...gotta get more strange
cause I'm living as a renegade
been dyin' on a living wage
bend me over in my shame
keep me in ur gilded cage
yea...lap me up and need my strange
its ok cause its an even exchange
do U understand?
that's my range...on this world stage...
gettin U to engage...movin' on to the next phase
U keep me separated pretend ur liberated
touching on my triggers...reminding me to change
cause the number u been callin'
was disconnected darlin'...
so you'll not benefit...

My Strange

If U had spent even the smallest amount
of time...showing me a kindness...
I might have something to remember U by
...instead of moral blindness
O oooh yea
and the many moments like dusty books
on untouched shelves
set ablaze in ur neo cos-hell
my my look at the time...
gonna pull a cat stevens
but reversed for sub prime...
cause lil boy blue met a klown
in the man-on-the-moon
and that b*tch ran away with the spoon
but my boy...
I will never switch back to a narc attack
or be a target...for one...
so go on...sing the blues...
so U can feel U
get U back to the clearance rack
(boo hoo) yea
and...If U had spent even the smallest amount
of time...showing me a kindness...
I might have something to remember U by
...instead of moral blindness

Neo Cos-Hell

I didn't read the signs in U
ignored them like a teenage curfew
and when U pushed on me...
I believed...in ur clarity in the coherence
of ur steam...and like a tea pot whistle
the pressure grew and grew
but still I ignored them like a curfew
but now I'm in the lowlands
...feeling blue, lost the sense of who I am
cause all the while I worked at ur boyfriend
scam...got me harried
...and we got married
I spiraled down into the ground
where I could not continue on
I wasn't carried
left to wither
drugged to hither
takin my sanity away
and my god...to U I prayed...please lord...
find me worthy today
...to be saved...cause
I didn't read the signs in U
ignored them like a teenage curfew
and when U pushed on me...
I believed...yea babe
I believed

Baby I Believed

Sometimes I wonder if the hours and the minutes
and the days and the years were to fall away...
could I go back to that day?
when U were still alive...
...a moment where I might arrive
to say how much I liked U...
how much we'll miss U...
when Ur gone
...it all felt so wrong, and I miss U
just sometimes wishing U were real
a missed moment , my friend
just a boy named thiel...
didn't seem real...
nobody told me when U left
time was a fool that no one kept
and I discovered ur pain (self-inflicted)
cause U lived against the grain
and I think of U...so wide open and 
truly gifted...yea and
sometimes I wonder if the hours and the minutes
and the days and the years were to fall away...
could I go back to that day?
when U were still alive...

Back To That Day

When I went low...I could not stay
tried to see the future but the picture
starts to fade
and I sat upon the blue note
grew fat and unafraid
twisted on a knot where I got played
and it blew low
a note so slow...it dragged me
feet of clay
and had I not remembered the wings
unfurled at dawn, stretched and strong
and dried now...the cure before the calm
rose hues that fall upon the blue pall
and a sad note
sadder still...and all, yea cause
when I went low...I could not stay
tried to see the future but the picture
starts to fade
and I sat upon the blue note
grew fat and unafraid
twisted on a knot where I got played

The Cure

In the distance...I hear the drum calling
cause...there's dozers in the woodline
and they're ballin'
hold on
wait a minute
can U hear the screaming?
smoke thick enough to choke on
while bankers keep on scheming
yea
if I were jumanji...I'd send the spiders in
to block and chop and take heads off
...an obvious sin
and over here in the cradle...there's an old man label
cuttin off the flow...says he's so tired
...of this show...yea
but if I were jumanji...I could murder U
with crows...and if U keep on takin a stand
its gonna come to blows...yea cause
in the distance...I hear the drum calling
cause...there's dozers in the woodline
and they're ballin'
yea
and as jumanji...I'd take it on the chin
cause what's goin on...
is an obvious sin

An Obvious Sin

They always talkin bout blood is thicker 
than water...wantin me to get their back
but any ol time I need assistance...
u ain't there for me...
and that's a fact...O yea
so I'll be headin out any day now...
hit the road and stretch the rack...cause I'm 
all out of sorts now
gotta get my MoJo back...O yea
They always talkin bout blood is thicker 
than water...wantin me to get their back
but any ol time I need assistance...
u ain't there for me...
and that's a fact...O yea
so I'll be headin out any day now...
hit the road and stretch the rack...cause I'm 
all out of sorts now
gotta get my MoJo back...O yea

My MoJo Back

In the desert I forgot who I was
and I became a fugitive of love
cause when U hit me in my heart
I hit back...but it felt like a heart attack
cause baby...
that was a swing from above...
on behalf of the architect of love
and how U offend me
when U callously send in a judge
yea
that's the cadillac of fux
wearin white lady gloves
and fake pearls that bust
when U clutch
O and wouldn't I be in the company
of chuds...
holdin out for favors
til I become a fugitive of love
when U callously send in a judge
yea
that's the cadillac of fux
wearin white lady gloves
and fake pearls that bust
when U clutch

White Lady Gloves

My poor feet 'bout to fall apart
and the burn is lickin up my back
got ten whole minutes to rest my
weary bones
but even they...'bout to crack
yea...demons nearly got me
but the crossroads saved my ass...
cause a witch from the world down under, 
...hangin low to avoid the thunder
saw my plight in a spell she cast
cause she's cursed to fight in a ranger mask
...tho Tonto was always cooler...
kimosabe,...yea (that's a) pass
yea
my poor feet 'bout to fall apart
and the burn is lickin up my back
got ten whole minutes to rest my
weary bones
but even they...'bout to crack
yea dawn is fast approachin
and my leap in quantum-croaching
cause each day that goes by...
creates a quantum divide...'tween this
world and the last
my poor feet 'bout to fall apart
and the burn is lickin up my back
got ten whole minutes to rest my
weary bones
but even they...'bout to crack

The Last

Upon the frozen ground an early
flower's standing proud
and I stop to watch as the clumsy
petals unfurl...a whisper in an
exhaled sound...
cause on the inside I recognize my own
impatience...but on the outside I admire
ur creations and in my slight distraction
I am entranced
I am intrigued
as there's vibration in the floorboards
every step upon their surface
like a ripple across high seas
cause on the inside I recognize my own
impatience...but on the outside I admire
ur creations and in my slight distraction
I am entranced
I am intrigued

Across High Seas

I burned down...all the way
yea and I'm just ashes now
...on the ground
cause I can no longer stand
upon the shifting sand
nor am I strong enough to hold on...to
a dead plan...
but I'm not prepare3d to be a witness
not prepared to be contained
take these shackles off my hands
cause I ain't the one to blame
this door I've been holding...
this threshold I have manned
is the last of grace's chances...
to expand...yea
and I burned down
and I'm just ashes swirlin 'round
but the ashes rise from the embers
the embers purged by flame
I burned down...all the way
yea and I'm just ashes now
...on the ground

Just Ashes

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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.

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