Hush...keep it down, dontcha hear her on the landing?
a grumble that sounds like chanting
got citizens on the run
yea
here the dragun-lady comes
only the daring will hold her eye
yea
but most will be trying hard not to cry
O I dare U
yea
keepin time and it scares U
so listen up
eyes shut
feel the wave
dig the groove
let go and let ur body move
step bend step back
and around and around
take my hand
step forward step back
keep ur feet upon the ground
yea
and here the dragun-lady, the serpent
of swing...askin U to kiss her ring
so...hush
keep it down, dontcha hear her on the landing?
a grumble that sounds like chanting
got citizens on the run
O I dare U
yea
keepin time and it scares U
so listen up
eyes shut
feel the wave
dig the groove
let go and let ur body move
step bend step back
and around and around
take my hand
step forward step back
keep ur feet upon the ground

Here The Dragunlady Comes

I learned to swing my hips with a lift
and a hook twist...as I bussed the midnight
tables...and its an easy fix
to the rain on me, if I learn to balance the plane of glass and cutlery
give me the look of fables...yea
and now...years and years gone by
but my ability to keep the rain off of me
is only second to my overflow capacity
for that gentle sway from so far away
has gained for me the mastery I needed
and I stand here now, bae...
and I am that undefeated
oft repeated
underdog of complexity
yea
I'm the one U cheated
O
yea
and now...years and years gone by
but my ability to keep the rain off of me
is only second to my overflow capacity
for that gentle sway from so far away
has gained for me the mastery I needed

The Mastery I Needed

On long windy days and dry cool nights
there's a hustle to the shade that feels
like someone wants to fight
yea
well down in Tremont
where the telephone lines never stop ringin
in a town that long ago went missing
and wouldn't I like to answer a call
if that switchboard still had a listing
O yea
and my extra sensories are screaming
about the crowds of people still living their lives like before
the life they lived in 1954
slipped beyond a wall
but still trying to make that call
yea
in the town that don't stop ringing
and I bet there's a pastor praying
but his prayers are for himself
cause he'll always be employed
so long as those lines never stop
ringing
yea...the government knows
says its just the way it goes

Nevada 1954

Lately I've begun to evolve and I find in 
dismay that on the steps of ascension 
beyond the threshold of tensions
sits a dad on a curb
head in his hands
watching the blood of his  son wash away in the sand
yea...and isn't it sad...
yea...I kinda understand
and I know this scene in this dimension
a compression of themes a tangle it
seems...a triangle of enmeshment
and I sit beside him...
stitching the tears in my heart
with the thread of truth and the needle of justice
my eyes sting with the fire and my knees
becoming sunkissed as I am open to the folds and lines
of compression
living the same pain...but not as a lesson
no
cause we're all one name
yea, him and me...one and the same

*Postulate that there is no true time construct, all time - past present and future all occur simultaneously...that boy, a martyr, a murder, a betrayal...how well I know that sting and how far away...that man, who then are the Father
the Son the ghost? Am I? R U? Is it happening now?

One And The Same

Turns out I've been reduced by inches
over time...shaving off my extras
and dissin' my true design
and there's a rumor that my new pine lumber ain't the 2 or 4 listed as that number
so my wall's falling short and failing on
it's plumb line
yea
turns out that truth is a kinda bell curve
and omits the most extreme
but with a hammer in the trenches
that truth gets a touch obscene
and secrets go on living
without needin being reduced
yea, a gift that never stops giving
and I'm not worried 'bout it
gettin loose, that its not the truth
yea, just another lie
and I'm tired of being laughed at
wasted cause ur too scared to fly
and
Turns out I've been reduced by inches
over time...shaving off my extras
and dissin' my true design

Secrets Go On

That name U called me, of a girl U must 
have known to use that version of a person
I ain't been since I left home
O
yet when I turned to meet ur eye...
no recognition...just surprise
cause it must be a shock for the ones
in disguise...yea
to understand my investment in my
decisions with no revisions
surfin thru the breakers
rollin with the tide
no worries coming up inside
cause that name U called me
of a girl U must have known
yea...haven't used that name
since I left home
and tho I may know U...
or knew U then...
I am changed like a temperate wind
and I've no time for ur nostalgic chatter
yea...I'm pushin out my mission
and continue on I'd rather...O
yea
to understand my investment in my
decisions with no revisions
surfin thru the breakers
rollin with the tide
no worries coming up inside

I'd Rather

Beached Boys (2025)

Golden Sword (2025)

With the doors locked down and the
lights shut off...the sound of whispering
is deafening
and I think I might have loosed my mind
for the reality is lessening
O yea
away goes the floor in the darkness
my cheek pressed to the wall
and a bead of sweat from another's arm
got my mind in a 5 alarm
and I'm trying desperately to crawl
yea
this is a glitch and I've been stuck in this
stitch...the walls crushing in
as I loop again and again and again
dear lord I'm searching for an exit
from this on repeat theme park
coming in a 2
when I needed ur 10
can u please just...tell me why my 
life is so hard?
and if its improving please tell me when
yea cause
this is a glitch and I've been stuck in this
stitch...the walls crushing in
as I loop again and again and again

5-2-10

I bring me into focus as I am 
the ball within the cannon
and when the fire licks my wick...
I go off...yea
wreck me in implosion
don't mind the rust of my corrosion
stays aloft 'til I am emotions
...and I go soft
upon my knees for I cannot stand
ignore my pleas cause ur on ur brand
yea O
and I am solo on a journey
I cannot sit
blisters on my feet to keep me crip
beat me sheep me reap me...
cause ur a prik...
and U can't complete me...yea
and I'm no child
...and I go boss
cause bae...this b*tch Ur loss
yea
and upon my knees
for I cannot stand...
ignore my pleas cause ur on ur brand
yea...I said
I am solo on a journey
I cannot sit
blisters on my feet to keep me crip

This B*tch Ur Loss

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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.

Secrets Go On

Nyla K

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