The song was developed from a live jam session with Ste Power . Some instruments were added later such as drums and Bass.

Jealous Guy... mix 2 (cover by ste Power and Tom mcguinness)

When I walked the old dirt roads
worn smooth by the summer rains
yea
my feet adorned in cinder
on the dusty daze...grasses bent 'neath their
dew drop hats...shake 'em off
shake 'em off...like a washtub cat
with a lil groove
and with a lil twist bae
shake that dew drop hat
yessirrr
go on and shake
cause ur the next event in this petting zoo
yea ur the next event in this pettin zoo
cause back when we were kids...
aimless in our summers
all aviators in our appetites
to satiate our hungers
yea
When I walked the old dirt roads
worn smooth by the summer rains
yea
my feet adorned in cinder
on the dusty daze...

The Dusty Daze

My questions go unanswered
as I ask and ask again...
and it seems these walls have gotten
taller...the ceilings so low...I get 
smaller, forcing me to bend
and I've seen ur hidden smiles
as my hands fold in my lap...
for I am in all my wonder, steppin on
ur trap...OooO
Are you a king? I whisper gently
does ur cup overflow with plenty
or are u the ring upon his finger
pointin to a tricky ending?
...and hoping I won't linger
and will ur double sided blade become
my skinner?
yea...are U a king, or r u a sinner?
and...My questions go unanswered
as I ask and ask again...
and it seems these walls have gotten
taller...the ceilings so low...I get 
smaller, forcing me to bend
and I promise...
that's the beginning
but brother, it'll be me
writing about the end

About The End

He craved adventure upon the islands
and peoples and entities...yea
and then one day...he fell into the sea
leaving me...yea
there is no escape
within the waters...no relief
beneath palm trees
for I pay the price of men who are 
deaf to a mystery...oOo
yea..do U believe?
cause, my man...
when the lights go out and there ain't nothing
between the darkness and ur soul...
where U gonna go?
where U gonna go?
eaten by the sea
swallowed in its entirety...whoa
and he's waiting on his delivery
yea...do U believe in a mystery
yea...and he fell into the sea
cause, my man...
when the lights go out and there ain't nothing
between the darkness and ur soul...
where U gonna go?
where U gonna go?
He craved adventure upon the islands
and peoples and entities...yea
and then one day...he fell into the sea
leaving me...yea

Into The Sea

Cover (sort of)/Improv
Samuel Jackson's  The We Ain't Gonna Stop Til People Are Free song:

I can hear my neighbor cryin'
"I can't breathe"
now I'm in the struggle...and I can't
leave...callin' out the violence...
of the racist police
we ain't gonna stop
til people are free
we ain't gonna stop
til people are free

I can hear my neighbor cryin'
"I can't breathe"
now I'm in the struggle...and I can't
leave...callin' out the violence...
of the racist police
we ain't gonna stop
til people are free
we ain't gonna stop
til people are free

The (We Aint Gonna Stop Til People Are Free) Song

I thought I lost U so many times before
and while the days weeks became the numbers making up the score
I've come to realize that I only had
the U that I wanted
a wish U taunted...and now ur gone
and this house seems haunted
in the fabric U tore...and I could sit in self pity...as a love-poor
but...I just don't feel that bad anymore
yea
the weight has shifted
and some has lifted
since I closed that door
and I'm no longer love-poor
no, cause...
weeks became the numbers making up the score...I've come to realize that I only had
the U that I wanted..
and I could sit in self pity...as a love-poor
but...I just don't feel that bad anymore
yea

Love Poor

Maybe god is the echo bouncing thru a canyon
and becoming the voices of everything
that ever was...with the response
...just for me...for my ears to hear
'cause...I know the teachings
I understand the play
and I'm willing to wait and see
take what comes my way
yea
I make the planets spin and it's
my heart that's beating and speeding up
when I'm in the wind
and U can make me sad or mad or happy
with what I have...but times a-wastin'
so I'll take what I can grab, cause
I know the teachings
I understand the play
and I'm willing to wait and see
take what comes my way
yea
Maybe god is the echo bouncing thru a canyon
and becoming the voices of everything
that ever was...with the response
...just for me...

What Comes My Way

I sing among the dry bones
all the beauty that I've seen
and my song to those in spirit
reaches into the riverine...
O go and fetch from the burial grounds
a pinch of dirt at the setting sun
so I can breathe back life
to the dry bones...and leave this gift 
that I've sung
yea
cause among the dead I sing a song
of love...as if ur all my loved ones
yea
I sing among the dry bones
all the beauty that I've seen
and my song to those in spirit
reaches into the riverine...
swing so low so I can rise
and like the raven...quothe I...
for yea...I bare the dry bones
in darkness and all alone
and lift them up in lightness
with the memory and tone
O those dead will rise
say O...yea those dry bones brought to life
...will rise
I sing among the dry bones
all the beauty that I've seen
and my song to those in spirit
reaches into the riverine...

I Bare The Dry Bones

My body is not real but a doll within a doll
nesting one and two and three
U see
cause I am in thrall...yea
aye...this air's so thin...and deep within
where the veil has fallen down
and so much is inside out
O yea
babe I am becoming unwound
could I look up and around
at all the versions of me
yes and I see...
not one can know the other...but should one become burdened by a blade
cut to loose her blood
...by brother...
cause what happens to one, will make'em all bleed
then onto another
My body is not real but a doll within a doll
nesting one and two and three
U see
cause I am in thrall...yea
aye...this air's so thin...and deep within
where the veil has fallen down
and so much is inside out
O yea
babe I am becoming unwound

I Am  In  Thrall

The sun is hot today yea
as I'm rolling down the highway...
and I'm making good time...hoping to
sleep in my own damn bed...unmolested
and so tired from this grind...OoO
yea
it's been a long time since our teenage years and juvenile tears
and everything we thought was a crime
O lord
how did we survive, being this blind
yea, and I really got to ask ya
were U just along for the ride?
yea
carry my burdens on my shoulder
and I'm so burnt out...
I'm lookin like a wounded soldier
O
and the sun is hot today yea
as I'm rolling down the highway...
and I'm making good time...hoping to
sleep in my own damn bed...unmolested
and so tired from this grind...OoO
yea

Tired From The Grind

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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)

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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.

Tired From The Grind

Nyla K