Something very different but a very good difference Nyla love the way the music is completely detached yet so together with your vox 👍

this is cool. I feel like it's not quite one thing, and not quite another, but some mix of styles that I'm not sure quite fit. But also, that just may be its charm, and who am I to say what its supposed to be?! Either way, I like it, as usual, but feel free to delete this. it's getting late here ;)

I married the moon on Monday
his light so strong and bright
seemed a reflection of my heart
he was a beautiful sight
his cheeks so full and lunar
his voice a tenor crooner
sings me love songs
above the trees
how could I know what I did not see
he was a reflection of me
yea
I married the moon cause of his light
he was a beautiful sight
but I didn't know he was reflecting my light
O
when I discovered the moon's deception...
I could not stay
but sent him far far away
now each night...the moon avoids me
silent in reflection
and when I look for loving eyes
he turns away through space
and so I move around...but still...I cannot find his face
yea...I married the moon because of his light
he was a beautiful sight
but I didn't know he was just reflecting my light
yea and one day I may send up a signal
cause even bad actors could use some love
and I tire of this vigil
so come to me my husband
climb down from your spacious perch
for I desire your touch and I tire of this hurt
yea come to me my husband
really need some love

The Moon Husband

In my garden...there lay patches and dirt
the care they would have needed
withheld
and all I saw...was a once proud nation
so full of hurt
so I lay myself among them
bled so they could feed
and now I see
the spirit in those weeds
my garden is a forest
and life within it breathes
how I love the trees and their Nation
and those Nations U call weeds
yea
how I weep for all Ur blindness
why couldn't it be kindness
so here I lay myself among them
bleed so they can feed
for I join them in their Nations
and their spirits in the leaves
and my promise falls as tears
the Earth so parched and weak
but she drank the salted water
that rolled upon my cheek
and now I lay myself upon her
and I shall bleed so she can feed
and Lord, can U feel her spirit
awake from her sleep and dreams

Spirit In The Leaves

Floatin in my rowboat
trainin toe in the cool cool tranquility
of this oasis in the hills
there's bachelors in the trees
sadly rollin thru the best songs that they know
but their sad is gettin shrill...
yea
just broken hearts seeking refuge
in this oasis...where tranquility grows
O yea...just leave me here
I got Damselflies and Crickets
beltin out sad tunes...
and that Ol bullfrog sure can dance
(inhalin swamp fumes...ya kno)
and we're all just hangin
watchin the possibilities grow
yea
cause a sad heart shows in a wounded beau
and those of us still surviving
cause, we're broken hearts seeking refuge
in this oasis...hoping tranquility flows
but my oars have fallen over
into the water...and my float is now unmanned
Lord, I'm about to strum a tune with them
bullfrogs from the strand
and them bachelors in the trees
yea - my biggest fans
rollin thru their playlists...yet thoroughly alone
and that...sadly...I understand

Row Boat Oasis

Can U sit with grief
don't need U to provide relief
but sometimes all I need 
is knowing the presence of a kind soul
that's glowing...yea
I can feel that...
gives me fuel so I can hit the gas
on this old tired car...yea the war pony
I'm driving rust and gravel...holding hands
but I'm not needing lots of miles
got a hill to climb
yea...but I'm in the sand
O and the radio's playing solo's
but I'm walking out of prison
looking for my band
yea pay no attention to my Rain Face
or the empty tears in rows
drip like lords of honey
empty and unfunny
rolling one-by-one
yea
and I seek the wisdom of that name
for that man would know my rage...my vision...he'd have a plan
and I've been driving rust and gravel
holding hands
and though I'm not needing lots of miles...
I'm spinning in this sand

The Wisdom Of My Rain Face

I keep a running monologue
deep thoughts and catch phrases
to help me make sense of these crazy days
but I won't lie...cause...the crazy of today
is the crazy of yesterday...and it knows me
so I ain't gettin away
but lately
I gave the voices passes
let 'em out so they can play
and now...the voices with their plots
suspicions and wants
refuse re-entry to the blankness of my page
yea-
half baked people
only know three words
got their chests up in my bizness
but without 'em I feel listless
Hooray for that wisdom
of the dead
whoop whoop ...these lunatics in my head
can U see these memories of voices
and phrases...come from difficult places
to remind me of the way...
and who comes to my assistance
despite my resistance
remains a hidden mystery...so
I give 'em a pass
let 'em out to play
and now...I can plainly see
what has been unclear...
this puzzle - this tease
is comin thru and I'm thankful
for the wisdom of their fear
their haste to disrupt my bizness
cause without 'em I feel listless

I Feel Listless

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

You'll know me...I've already visited (yea)
and I will know you
when you whisper to me
(my name)...the name they will not say
                        the name to identify
who I am to thee
do you remember....in ur dream
the mist that lifted the light that gifted me my name
yea...we walked together briefly
I'm a damaged speaker...a singer scryer...
can u hear me now?
do u believe me now
I will wait patiently....til u recall the mist that lifted....the light that gifted my name to me
yea...I will wait
but I will send a humble sheep
into ur sleep
until u recall...see me walkin thru ur wall...
waiting at the gate...waiting at the gate
do u believe in me
yea
I will wait...patiently for I'm a broken speaker...a singer scryer...do u hear me now?

#Dreamstrolls

Waitin At The Gate Find Me

O.....
Beep Beep ...Bop Bop
Lil sheep,,,won't you tell me where you sleep
O...
why no no no...said that wooly peep
I cannot cannot let you know
O...
whoa whoa wo wo
pity pity lil piggy
won't you offer me your crib
why no no no said that chilly chop
I cannot cannot 
please, sir...stop
O...
and all this time and effort lost
to the farmer they call Glen
yea
how you misled me
left me in the cold
you hard hearted raker of the land
I'll try my luck with the Faery Folk...
watching from the Fen
she said...Beep Beep Bop Bop
what a creep...always watching when I sleep
"Lies!" nonono...you are mistaken,,,for I could never be fried up bacon
O...whoa whoa oo
pissy pissy stop ur hissy
no one likes those creeps
and sir, I brought the tapes...I got receipts
yes...I believe you are that bird

What they do to the earth...how they treat their mother...is how they treat me is how they treat you

I Got Receipts

O there's an old oven made of clay
up the mountain in a hideaway
and that old oven is my magic
yea...the magic of the medicine bake
O and she's got heat, baby
and that ain't fake
her timer's winding down
with that most unusual batch
yea...gotta keep it latched
cause them cookies come alive
yea...gonna help us thrive
O baby
when I shape that dough
I let it roll
going for the big prize
yea
gonna come alive... and I'll breathe love and care upon them
tuck 'em in with a pollen cap
push that heat above 400
add 20 and take a nap
...in the walls I hear a party
the mouse king come to pray
for the oven on the mountain
bake up meds for our psychic blades
yea baby...let it roll
the medicine bake...yea...no fake
cause this magic here today where a sentient came to pray
O in the oven made of clay
for the oven on the mountain
and I heard a silly rumor about a 
of the mountain and it's keeper
yea in a fever
can't let that medicine bake end
yea got a secret
maybe
but gives it all away
yea sharpen up that psychic blade
save the day

artwork caption: Indira Indira

Medicine Bake

I wandered the lands at the dawn of man
and so I came upon an endless field...
of most unusual bloom
a flower of azure and noon
a starburst to the heart
a vision of hope and dance
yea
they waved at my approach
they glowed beneath my gaze
for...the glory and the grace
I am amazed
what wonder are these star flowers
what open space 
they join and rejoice
the smiles that light their face
yea
they danced and sang and...
what of the big bang
when they fell from a distant star
the seed...from afar
and what now as the rumble begins
the stripping of the dirt
where the star flower sings
O yea
a flower azure and noon
that endless field of beauty bloom
a reaper...hard at work
to cut and hack and hurt
this imposter...this speaker to the dead
disconnected from his head
and O...
my beauty blooms
cut short a life well lived
and as I sing you back to stars
you can take my heart as a parting gift

Art by Dorota Piotrowiak

Seed From Afar

AHHHHHH OOOO
Can someone tell me...how to get in touch...
with Quentin Tarantino...
cause I believe I possess what he'll most cherish
yea...my dirty feet
will be the stick to his carrot
O
I got Tarantino feet
til I wash it all away
but in the interim...I flash my soles at him
soiled just enough
from the floors of man's perdition
yea
so...could you tell me...won't you sir?
is Tarantino in????
O
No?
yea...good day then
yea yea...O...he hoho yea yea
and O
I got Tarantino feet
til I wash it all away
but in the interim...I flash my soles at him
soiled just enough
from the floors of honest living
whoa ye yea yea yea...yea O hoooo

Photo by 
mark powell
 on behance

Tarantino Feet

🎶🎶🎶***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.

The Moon Husband

Nyla K

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