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that boy was born to run with the river.

by Kyle Keller

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furlz you know its a good song when you can strip it down to its bare bones. A guitar and a voice is all thats required sometimes. Favorite track: Kiki, What's Your Deal?.
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jimbo.town this album has placed kyle in a group of a few dozen musicians who have had a deep effect on my life. thanks brother, keep doing you. Favorite track: My Dear Daughter.
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cas Killer sophomore album from my favorite artist :) Favorite track: The Barn Where We Began.
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1.
Bus Stops 02:09
Bus Stops By Kyle Keller I can spend hours at bus stops Waiting but never getting on And I know if I go somewhere, I’ll wanna leave, so I don’t And I know if I just stay here, I’ll figure out where to go Waiting gets easier every day I’m never disappointed Never disappointed Never disappointed
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Song for the Hills Behind Yucca Valley By Kyle Keller When I think of you, I think of walking The sun is up, and all the clouds are talking The air is filled with reckless and riotous feeling Rich with song and myth and daydreams fleeting In the car is where I’ll stay, I’m terrified of leaving I will crank the air and do some reading Never to see the sacred lands Never to find peace Under a lying layman’s spell Wearing rusty earrings I spend my nights outside of myself Hunting and feeding How come it seems far away But also skin-deep? I am human Sweating my ass off I wanna take my shirt and pants off When I’m around you Is there concrete wisdom Some established line That will help the young folk Make sense of time? Keep it together, man Of course it’s only natural to seek the open spaces And flee the burrows we call home I will live and die a thief A hired scribe with little original thought Surely transcription is better than not writing Once I Found a Battle unfolding in a basin before me I raised My voice Instantly lost in the raging and screaming I never knew There were so many damn ways a Spearpoint could steal someone’s life Right then, I knew I could see the horizon but I would never reach it Is there concrete wisdom Some established line That will help the young folk Make sense of time Ahead and behind? Kill me now so that I may Be with you forever Crusted eyes never to close again
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Kiki, What’s Your Deal? By Kyle Keller Kiki, what’s your deal? You’re always acting crazy With you, “no” is unacceptable and Forget about maybe Kiki, what’s your deal? Taking four stairs at a time Your legs can’t reach more than three, I swear I’m losing my mind Kiki, what’s your deal? I think you just want attention Your words cut right to the center of things I look around, and everyone’s stunned Kiki, I’m going crazy And I know you don’t drink But did you mean to put your hand on my hand that one night at the bar? Cuz I don’t know what to think Kiki, what’s my deal? My heart beats faster when you’re around I’ve spent so long scuffling with myself I’m not sure I deserve solid ground Kiki, I’m afraid That I won’t live a fearless life But when you’re around No step is too high Kiki, my love Kiki, my love My legs can’t reach But if you’re here with me I can do better Kiki, my love Kiki, my love Our legs can’t reach But we’ll make it if we Stick together
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Wayward Son 04:33
Wayward Son By Kyle Keller Wayward son, won’t you heed your mother? Night has come and turned my bones to butter I am old, this bitter wind may be the death of me, but I trust you, my wayward son If I could apologize about a billion times, I’d Bind a book and do it there Knowing you, that book would sit unread and petrify, but I Have to try to make you care Wayward son, when you spat in my face I was joyous for your leaving I was unfair, a moment’s slave, I was the lock that finally gave My world has died, I’m stuck here grieving Your troubles come from deep within Born in the year of vodka, lost in the year of gin My song is almost over, but Yours is yet to begin Yours is yet to begin I swear, it’s yet to begin Wayward son, oh Wayward son Wayward son, have you seen my face? I’m not sure I have one anymore, I may have left it round here someplace I don’t care, you’re here, now my sight is finally clear Weird how love finds itself in tears Wayward son, won’t you climb into my bed Tell me what you thought was better left unsaid I’m so tired, let me hold your hand It’s all blurry and…
5.
The Barn Where We Began By Kyle Keller Down in the barn where we began A northern wind sweeps up a flame I try to put it out as best I can, but You were the only son of a farmer I was the seventh of seven boys At fifteen we kissed in the larder We were terrified of who we were Time went on, and we grew bolder Sneakin’ out the back of Sunday church Wishin’ time away as the days grew colder Longing to see you and feel your touch Oh, I was a fool for wanting you Oh, I was a fool for wanting you My older brothers showed me a barn where They took girls and hid their booze Little did they know, we spent our nights there With our bodies intertwined When I held you, I felt ageless I felt God was just a fool Yet it would be wrong to call me faithless All my faith in the rising moon, the endless stars, time and space and the beautiful birds, the crunching leaves, the feeling of home, the greetings of waving reeds Lived in you Lived in Time went on, and we grew older My father told me to get me a wife Right before my eyes, the flames that smoldered Crumbled and eventually died You got married and had some kids but I can’t bear to lie for my whole life So I live alone and sit here missing That old barn and what we had Nowadays, my faith is off Lurking through the pews in Sunday church Every Friday night, I drink to the thought of The days that have passed and the days that will be never be lived Oh, I was a fool for loving you (Die with the barn where we began) Oh, I was a fool for loving you (Die with the barn where we began) Oh, I was a fool for loving you (I’ll die with the barn where we began) Oh, I was a fool for loving you (Die, die, die) Down in the barn where we began A northern wind sweeps up a flame I try to put it out as best I can, but I give up when the ceiling falls Oh, I give up when the ceiling falls
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Rain a-Comin’ Down By Kyle Keller Why won’t the winds change? I can’t remember the last time I saw the rain Life’s a paradox With the chicken pox She’s a pretty old sound I hear the rain a’comin down On a music box Made of cinderblocks Why can’t I see straight? Listenin’ so late I can’t hear What the wind has to say It’s keepin’ me awake Drivin’ me insane But nighttime is hours away (Hey, hey, hey)
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Stayer, Go-Awayer By Kyle Keller Stay here, kid And at least you’ll breathe cleanly Hot, smoke-choked air awaits you there, believe me I went once I was young, smart and dumb, but still it crossed me They say this is the world It’s older than you know And when you go, you go An end of endings How do they know? Well, I don’t wanna sit around and think about children There’s way too many do’s and don’ts to think about doin’ And when the cardinal sings, I’ll take a seat And I’ll think about Missouri Most people always love the town where they did their growin’ I’m sure someone’ll stay and mow the lawn that needs mowin’ But I’m not that kind of boy I’m smart as hell, I got dreams, and well… Oooh Oooh Oooh How do you know? Oooh Oooh Oooh How do you know? Just like me Ooh, just like me Oh, how proud can a father be? My God, he’s just like me It’s okay Kiss your mother’s cheek before you leave Life’s just a book we can’t read So make it up and Make me proud
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My Dear Daughter By Kyle Keller Moon, come with me I’ve got something special here Licks of fire in my outstretched hands Like a running cat with a bird in its mouth The broken screen won’t protect this hospital bed My dear daughter She’s a talker that one With her straight A’s, pale pink dress, and yellow teeth What a funny kid Nine going on forty-three She’ll grow up, be just like me Not bald or anything Just a bright Appalachian kid My dear daughter Thank you for this My dear daughter One with the moon

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Another album, another batch of stories, another unreachable horizon.

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released February 5, 2021

Written, performed, and mixed by Kyle Keller.

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A kid making story songs out of his 2003 Toyota Camry.

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