A contemplative descent into a lucid dream state of being — part ambient echoes, part neon lit dance pulse. It builds from subtle piano and synth interplay into a low-burning electronic movement that feels like moving through a memory with a lapse of time. 

Noema is my 49th upload on Soundcloud and one I have really tried to spend the vast amount of work lost in the small details on.  I hope this resonates with everyone and all who have supported and followed me over the years on this journey of music creation. I truly appreciate each and every one of you so much! 

Noema

Sometimes the strongest people are the quietest.
This song is a voice for the ones you don’t always see, the survivors behind the smile, the ones still standing after everything tried to break them.
It’s not just a song... it’s a reminder to look closer, care deeper, and never underestimate quiet strength. 💔🫶🌙
If you know someone like this, let them know.
They're still here. And that means everything. 💜

****Lyrics****

I’ve met them.
I’m one of them.
The quiet survivors.
The ones who walk through life like nothing’s wrong,
but they’re holding themselves together with threads.
This song is for them.
And for you, so you don’t miss what they carry.

They hide the worst of it behind a tired smile
Say, “It’s nothing,” when it’s everything, but that’s their style
They walk through fires no one sees, and still they care
They’re breaking in a room full of people unaware

And you don’t know
The weight they carry as they go
But I’ve seen the nights
They lose the fight
And still, they breathe

Their scars tell a story
They’re the pages that pain couldn’t burn
Every line a war they survived
Every mark a truth they earned
You might think they’re shattered
But there’s strength in every piece
They’re not weak, they’re not broken
They’re just, healing, underneath

They whisper cries so no one else will hear
Hold the world together, even drowning in their fear
They give their love, even when none comes back their way
And still they show up, still they hope, every day

And you don’t see
How hard it is just to be
But I’ve watched them stand
With shaking hands
And still, they give

Their scars tell a story
They’re the pages that pain couldn’t burn
Every line a war they survived
Every mark a truth they earned
You might think they’re shattered
But there’s strength in every piece
They’re not weak, they’re not broken
They’re just, healing, underneath

You don’t see the nights they cry into their sleeve
Or how brave it is to simply, still believe
You pass them in the street, at work, at home, each day
Smiling, helping, laughing, while their heart slips away

You might think you’d recognize someone who’s barely hanging on
But survivors don’t always look broken
They look like parents, friends, coworkers, kids
They look like people you love

So pay attention
Ask gently
Listen longer

Because some people are fighting for their lives
Behind quiet eyes and steady hands

And if you see someone like that, really see them,
Remind them,
They are a survivor
And that, is something to be proud of

Behind Quiet Eyes

Moods

Sketch no. 3; angry

cherry soda

Misk - Explore

I saw the future yesterday the place I'm
living...and here I stay
cause time has become my forgiving
and it's borders I knew - are slipping
and this whistling in my ear...from
the tracks of yesteryear
the train cars graffitied past...
and all of time on me at last...yea
and dear god I understand
cause who I was is who I am
and baby...
walk beneath my canopy of stars and lives and wonders
light a candle and whisper LOVE
to wake me from my slumber
O
and this whistling in my ear...from
the tracks of yesteryear
the train cars graffitied past...
and all of time on me at last...yea
and I am a time weaver
live it all cause I am the receiver
and who I was is who I am
O yea
its who I am
yea
who I am

The Receiver

Tu viens d’une étrangère planète
Tu m’y fais vraiment tourner la tête
Your love is so exotic
New romance is our last chance…. for ever 

I really wanna one more chance
´Cause you’re so hypnotic ….
My shiny little star
Tu me fais vraiment tourner la tête

You spin me round like a satellite
Tu me fais vraiment tourner la tête
Your love is so exotic
New romance is our last chance…. 
For ever
New romance is our last chance…. 
For ever
New romance is our last chance
New romance is our last chance
New romance is our last chance 

I really wanna one more chance
´Cause you’re so hypnotic ….
My shiny little star
Tu me fais vraiment tourner la tête

You spin me round like a satellite
Tu me fais vraiment tourner la tête
Your love is so exotic
New romance is our last chance…. 
For ever
New romance is our last chance…. 
For ever

New romance is our last chance…

NEW ROMANCE III

This is a song dedicated to my old friend Karl heilgeist ( RIP ) A great drummer and an interesting cat.

Breeze comin through the window… I thought it might be you ..But since it’s not gonna sleep till I’m not tired.. aint gonna make my bed..  gonna sleep till I’m not tired.
No one comes to my house..  so I ring the bell myself
There’s no one around to drink to.. so I drink to myself .. here’s to me and my good health
( chorus )
Here’s to sittin all alone.. here’s to a good nights sleep… here’s to luck and borrowed time ..that may be our only wealth.. but most of all here’s to me ….and my  good health

There’s a breeze comin through the window.. and it sends me back to sleep
You cant blame the wind for blowin..  think I’ll just blame you since there’s no one else around.
And no one comes to my house.. gonna ring the bell myself
And there’s no one around to drink to.. so I drink to myself here’s to me and my good health

My Good Health

I wrote this Track for my beloved wife and is a true story from our beginning

Produced by DJ FanjoG
Release Date: 27.07.2025
Lyrics: 

[Verse]
She walked in like a desert breeze
Eyes like stars through acacia trees
Her laughter danced
It set me free

[Prechorus]
The rhythm swayed
The night stood still
Her voice a song
My heart a thrill

[Chorus]
Safari nights
Where the moonlight spins
Met her smile at the Safari Inn
Oh Safari nights
Where it all begins
Danced with love at the Safari Inn

[Verse 2]
Her skin like dusk
Warm and gold
Stories whispered
Secrets told
Her name a melody
Sweet and bold

[Prechorus]
The drums beat low
The air was fire
Her gaze
My only true desire

[Chorus]
Safari nights
Where the moonlight spins
Met her smile at the Safari Inn
Oh Safari nights
Where it all begins
Danced with love at the Safari Inn

Where It All Begins (Afro House Version)

Fighting The Silence [No Longer A Slave]

#industrial #deephouse #electro #war #dark #electronica #fear #vocoder #abrasive #bass

W.A.R

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Alrighteeee den...range returnin!!!! get set......
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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 Receiver

Nyla K