I find myself looking back a whole lot
more now...faded headshot on the 'frigerator
got a lover in a headlock
a two-bit terminator
yea...but U ain't no good at ur job, babe
just another torch in the mob...yea
gotta walk it back
yea....now U gotta walk it back
and I find myself looking past
a whole lot now
a faded head shot on the 'frigerator
got a lover in a head lock
a two-bit terminator
yea...take ur pitchfork and ur tiki torch
mf
and get off of my porch
OOOOO yea
get off my porch
O yea
I heard U like to talk
just keep sprinkling that salt
ur an instigator...yea
and a hired gun...a terminator
O get ur tiki torch
and bae...get off my porch

My Porch

I see what changed for U and me
the smirk that fades so quickly
when I call ur name...
cause my man, I see ur game
and should I rise to a higher ground
just to take a look around
what would I see?
would I know all my critics
would I hear all my crimes?
would I be the shining star of the saga
of our times?
O so foul am I and reckless...a siren to be sure
a vector...a saboteur
yea
and so unkind to the cure
yea O
don't ya know tho...
I am the karma pharma
the prescription for ur pain
and all I gotta do bae
is take a scan of U...and karma is on her way
and...I see what changed for U and me
the smirk that fades so quickly
when I call ur name...
cause my man, I see ur game...yea
she's not so far away
karma's on her way

On Her Way

She sat beside me and spilled the tea
now see...normally
I refuse to chatter on such banal matters
and I do consider this odd behavior
to be causality for a rift between this one
and her neighbor, probably
then off to dance and sing and play
awful loud 'bout reclaiming the word 'gay'
and, then to market and to square
fly ur drones over there
above the beaches so blue and clear
the buzz of  bullets and burning in the air
so yea
O
and here's a word I say 'its queer'
how u shake ur fists and sell ur tears
something I know too well as fear
but held so near...it dwells within
like white phosphorous drops
it sears ur skin
peeling layers back to what u lack
then off to dance and sing
and play...to genocide in every way
today tomorrow and everyday

In Every Way Every Day

I am in transit and (my multitudes)...
I unbind
and in this relay I run my baton of stitches
to the next...and I hand it off to the spirit
step in the grind
yea...for a lil context
so U understand
this is how I choose to shine
and yea
can U finally see the warrior I am
through ur grapevine?
for I am in transit and (my multitudes)...
I unbind
and in this relay I run my baton of stitches
to my next..
and if ur lucky I relieve ur unrest
yea
that anxiety ain't servin U, bae
and I fear ur failing that test
in the realm of souls...I make U my quest
yea...conquest if I have to, cause in that realm...my soul runs cold in matters of rest
and its disruptors...are all ur needs unmet

Ur Needs Unmet

I was told about ur pride
but when I look at U bae, I can see why
and aren't U the epitome of grace and
structure...an eye for color
and the bias of an outback duster
against the setting sun
got a lusty Mustang as a prop
a silhouette and a street cop
yea bae
ain't no room for that fence sittin flip flop
gotta pick a lane 'fore ya go pop pop
a triad below ur eye
got a teardrop tatt...empty til I die
yea
I hear U calling
an assassin set on falling
gonna take my heart to ur grave
the son I cannot save
...with ur empty tear, yea
cause...I was told about ur pride
but when I look at U bae, I can see why
and aren't U the epitome of grace and
structure...an eye for color
and the bias of an outback duster

An Outback Duster

I heard about this meeting where U
don't have to tell ur name
and no one's there to judge U...
but it happens all the same...but it happens all the same
its the bonds of bitters
and all who speak within these walls
who've been stabbed within its halls
who've bled out from the heart
true love...
yea these...the bonds of bitters that speak my name above
and...how deep would U need to go to avoid the shallow
yea
do U feel U can even be above a scandal
should I avoid the crops U reap
cause I know ur handle...
and I'm hardly 2 steps thru the door
but I am burdened by the stories haunting U
from before...got ur tangibilities
hangin fruit so strange to my sensibilities
...but so familiar
and I pluck to taste ur luck
from this testamonial tree...
and yea
I see...speak my name above to the bonds of bitters
O yea
please

The Bonds Of Bitters

On this gentle slope beneath Tobacco Mountain
I exist as air between ur breaths
yea
in places ur not counting
and the closer that u get 
leaves ur mind in endless doubting
and its so easy to get led astray
so so easy
O yea
nothing within my borders will be what once had been
'less its a piece of horticulture devoid
of ur passive sin
help me lord
let me look within
guide me to the wounded glory yea
the source of ur passive sin
did u hurt urself? yea lord
but I lived, yea...u know I lived
but do I carry the wounds for glory?
O yea...then bae y that's ur passive sin
gotta dig to begin
and its so easy to get led astray
so so easy

Passive Sin

When I reach the pearly gates...
I expect you'll have my name hanging 
off the chain
O
and though I seem so meek and mild
I am the god-child
...a walking talking serial nightshade
good on the lips
but honey
its gonna cost if u twist
its gonna cut if U played
yea
cause Imma street born saint
christened in spray paint
and O lord...
When I reach them pearly gates...
I expect you'll have my name hanging 
off the chain
yea
cause that chain is the only thing keeping me sane
part of the chain gang where Imma name
in the game of love
a straight gangsta on the chain gang of gods
and When I reach them pearly gates...
I expect you'll have my name hanging 
off the chain

Chain-gang Of Gods

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

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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.

The Bonds Of Bitters

Nyla K

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