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

Wolves Are At My Door

Well, I remember this story...
of a wolf got cut open to reclaim her babes...the twins of man
and here I lay...wounded
forced to listen as my essence drips away
for I had stood above my charge
I bristled and I lay my warmth upon him
to keep the cruel at bay
but woe...I am wounded
for my charge
my love my life
has cut himself free
yea
and here I bleed...
were he a twin - would such evil win?
would that siren still find a way?
for I had stood above my charge
I bristled and I lay my warmth upon him
yea
I am betrayed
my spirit shattered
my heart scattered
and sticking to the floor
and though I weep, scraping up that useless meat
holding busted stitches
I foster this heat that grows
and focus on past glitches
I bathe in smoke
I breathe the fire
and now my depths are a spire
twisting to the sky
the world in my eye, as I recall
that wicked tale...my pup no twin
this pain I feel...and it's no win
yea
and here I am aggrieved
while that future fades 
for all my need
and he becomes reborn...where I bleed

Amanda Mijangos - Diccionario de Mitos Clásicos (artwork)

Reborn Where I Bleed

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😅)

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

He was my last denial
yea and I'm guessin its clear horizons...up ahead
soon as all this fog and indecision
give me back my cred
but I end up turning corners and finding
no relief
its a kite that flies a tail
and its anything but brief
and I can admit his bad behavior
had a notch along the rail
count in 5's and we're at ten hundred
along a jagged edge where we're impaled
(and I cry)
yea but
He was my last denial
yea and I'm guessin its clear horizons...up ahead
soon as all this fog and indecision
give me back my cred
O yea
gonna wake up tomorrow with a new lease on life
cause I've let so much go on
and float away
like the memory of a steam engine locomotive
and a river boat queen...in a world I'm now vibin'
yea...he was my last denial
and I'm guessin its clear horizons yea
soon as this fog has lifted
the whole world has shifted
and I got to go on...gotta let him go

My Last Denial

🎶🎶🎶***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.

Reborn Where I Bleed

Nyla K

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