SloBlues

Fav's 4 Sep

There are somedays I'm too tired
to fight...and all I want to do is endure
but if U wanna go, bae...
I'm in for sure
but I just wanna say 
if U put as much effort
into ur beautiful as U been puttin in ur ugly
I believe U'd be surprised, 
cause by looking 
at U...the only thing I see is ur lovely
and it pains me so...that ur so blind
to the part of U that's kind
yea O
and I've grown sad 
waiting to unwind this 
tangle where U grow cold
O
it pains me so yea
and there are days I'm too tired to fight
and all I want to do is endure
but if U wanna go, bae...I'm in for sure
I believe U'd be surprised, cause by looking 
at U...the only thing I see is ur lovely
yea...ur so lovely

In For Sure

I don't believe U understand that its O so 
fine...cause U know U can
and I'm just rolling along
yea
searching for the exit from this crazy train
babe, yea
O 
and I've been coming up daisies in a newly mowed field...prayin for the crazies
getting all too real
shaking it loose, yea baby
shaking...gonna shake...a- shake
shakin it loose
and I have come to be
One with U as U would be 
one with me...yea
shakin' it loose baby
and I don't believe that U understand
that it's O so fine...yea
cause U know U can
and I'm just rolling along
searchin for the exit
from this
crazy
train

Hapi Crazy Train

When I was younger
I learned to contemplate...
move in silence til I situate
and I've captured temperance
to help me demonstrate my skills
yea
I got trampled in the ring til I learned to ride
that thing...and now in my battles
and in my peace
I've learned to balance my inner beast
yea
and she's my war pony
a promise to keep me from getting lonely
and low...yea O
I was mishandled and done in
like a set of shackles closing on my skin
so I went low to collect myself
stayed down as I learned my tells
so now there's no cracks in my walls
no fools roamin in my halls
and I got trampled in the ring til I learned to ride
that thing...and now in my battles
and in my peace
I've learned to balance my inner beast
yea
and she's my war pony
a promise to keep me from getting lonely
yea...gettin lonely

A Promise

Man down in the river
fightin like a dog...
but all that pluck went to hell
when he got kicked by the river god
and now he's just rolling in the current
gettin pulled beneath the surface
cold and ugly waters on the rise
and there's no way of telling
if he lives or dies
yea
and in the water the waves crash and 
drown...the dying man's cries
O man down in the river
fightin like a dog
and should the waters be his grave
he'll take it with the river god
yea...he don't need wings in the water
and a halo shines too bright
so the river god just walks the surface
cause he's the river
and he's the fight
and now he's just rolling in the current
gettin pulled beneath the surface
cold and ugly waters on the rise
and there's no way of telling
if he lives or dies

River God

I used to be all by myself...and I liked it yea
and you'd never know the places that I've
been the sorrow I have lived
the beauty I hold within
and there are miles and miles of desert 
sand stretched out before us
so you'd better take my hand
for I will not leave you
nor will I let you down
mmmmm yea
I will carry you should you falter
but best believe I'm the author
...of this page
and where I dream the sands drift
and where I lean....the weight lifts
and all the stars align
to sing...sing a song and they sing so 
sweetly...callin out to me
yea
and you'd never know the places that I've
been the sorrow I have lived
the beauty I hold within

The Beauty I Hold

I'm packing up the car today
got everything I own...but it feels like a
holiday...o yea
and it don't matter anyway
cause it seems like the wheel keeps turning
while the rubber on the road
just keeps burning...yea
and I don't have a destination
but I've been told that paradise is south
yea
and baby
I'm gonna warm my soul 'neath a southern sky
O yea...a southern sky
now U may be asking...
what's that I've been maskin
that has me so lovely...after baskin
'neath a southern sky...O yea
a southern sky
and it don't matter anyway
cause it seems like the wheel keeps turning
while the rubber on the road
just keeps burning


A Southern Sky

Well I've been ramblin'
like I'm owned yea
waitin for the moment when I run free
O yea
and I understand that I'm the root
yea
and folks will always be standin on me
yea
and don't U know that as the root
I carve life from darkness
and I send love to the light above
but my reach is far and deep
so if the weight I bear
from someone up there...brings misery
so I weep
then the earth will become salted
where my heart was weak
and faltered...driving me to my knees
yea
and as the root dies...so does the tree

As The Root

Coming from nothing...expected to
carry my load...
and if I were to stand up
upon a line, yea...I'd be standing on my toes
cause there's little forgiveness when
ur fighting alone...a beacon for all demons
to come chew upon my bones
and U can lay me down on a pine bough
dress me in my death clothes
but my bones...
will not be resting so long as I got my woes
O   no
and I've begun my darkest lessons
been releasing fears aggressions
by loving in my soul
cause there's little forgiveness when
ur fighting alone...a beacon for all demons
to come chew upon my bones
and U can lay me down on a pine bough
dress me in my death clothes
but my bones...
will not be resting so long as I got my woes

But My Bones

I rode the bus to work each day
waiting for the seasons to pass
but all that waitin got me frustrated
so I found another way   yea
I left the city, a one way ride
to the mountainside
where my roots first learned to play
and don't ya know man
I'm grown man
and now I gotta fight off what passed for friends
brought it all to an end
yea
so on...to texas...
where ur good and old and boyz
just a nexus for my exes
so girls...enjoy
yea
o...where does it all end?
I wondered and discovered
this man in baltimore
and now...
I'm back to being home
and alone...like that first day...and more

And More

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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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