telekat #2017 songs

Cat Sleepin On A Surge Protector

edge of seventeen cover

song frag friday

fishing . indoors

A season

A reason
to get out of bed

a number
an order
a substitute
preacher

tossing
the thoughts
in my head

i’m hungry
i’m thirsty
predestined at last

i turn off the radio
deadbolt the doors
up on my toes…





my spirit likes soft light
and shadows
to play

even better if
it rains today

with knees to my chest
i sit barefoot
facing north

and wait for her
before

the sun up
lifts all life

i set the trap
in silence

EFFING EFFED (PERFORMANCE)

Yes I am on guitar on this clip, but for those who like my spoken word this one should appeal to you because the lyrics are very clearly spoken, not sung. The lyrics are located on this post...

LINK 2 LYRICS:  EFFING EFFED

HOLY DAYS, UNHOLY NIGHTS

(original poem & song)

She had just finished her coffee

she had just finished super-gluing 

the iron-on patches to 

her black jeans

Shamelessly

when the BBC 

reported her city 

the night before

The scandalous 

yet predictable situations

played out on the streets when

certain dice were cast 

Rolled and bounced into

a combination of numbers

when added 

together spelled trouble

She could coherently 

put herself together for you 

on a gray cloud 

with a silver-stained lining 

Halloween behind the ears 

like a cool whip of 

winter winds on 

the nape of your neck

When someone in any given room

in any given west-side victorian 

half-rehabbed three story apartment 

had mind to meet 

The fullness of her face

the fullness of her hot stare

the depth of her purpose 

you can believe 

Just like you buy 

the street talk on the east side

in a slurpee swishersweet rhetoric

ghetto to the bone

Descended from

the self-made madness

of your home

M PATH

(original poem / love song)

i took the m-path

out of the city, today

i took the blue line

just to see you, okay



i took the m-path

i had to see you, okay

abandoned buildings

electric lights, and rain



i came through tunnels

i surfed the channels

to see, your face



i came through rainbows

out of the city

to find, my place



just to be

by you, so true



chorus:

just 2 see you

just 2 be with you

it’s true



because i love you

i really love you

i do

UNDER BELIEVER (original poem & song)

'under believer'

a chronic
achiever
a careless
believer

a senseless
maneuver
a swim down
a sewer

a bobbing of heads
a pricetag
an earlobe

a city of ink
a kitchen
a sink

a friend an
a smoke an
a drink an
a laugh an
a light an
a look on
a breath

a look on a light
in the
night

onna dream
onna spark
inna dark

K Covers & Reviews Dylan's Rainy Day Woman #12 & #35

This is a cover song I performed, of Dylan's 'Rainy Day Woman #12 and #35'.
From the Blonde on Blonde album. I hope you like it. 
I used to listen to this song when I was a kid, and sing along. 
I feel like Dylan is telling us:  Hey, you don't have to be so sensitive, honey,
everybody faces criticism on all sides. Keep doing your thing. You're not alone! 
The vocals come off irreverent, light and easy, but I think the message is real and 
real painful underneath. 

The repetition of words plays out like the meaning of the song. You know when you 
finally found your courage to bring your voice, your truth out into the open, expecting 
people to shut up and listen...right... and then what results is getting 'stoned'. 
No, not getting high (though self-medicating the pain of repetitive abuse 
in any form, often verbal, could be a common reaction to character assassins). 
This kinda stoned here is more like Shirley Jackson's kinda Stoning  (her story, 'The Lottery').
Getting attacked the old-fashioned medieval way. An onslaught of rocks. 
This is how people were once summarily executed. Today they use combo drugs 
and lethally inject you. Or sever your head with a machete. Maybe not so evolved
as we would hope. 

What i got from Dylan, was a feeling maybe he was feeling being in the spotlight
as a star, a showman, a celebrated musician and mind. The character assassination
which comes along with celebrity. How the media analyzes every word you say, every note you play.
They look for ways to break you down, to prove you're not perfect. Even when all you
might be saying is "hey, I am real!" It's not your fault they put you up as a deity. All you
were doing was selflessly sharing songs, putting your passion on play over the airwaves 
for whomever would hear. Trying to spread the love comes from your beating heart.

But the feeling is universal. Because everyone is sensitive from time to time. Some more than
others. And some are better at hiding vulnerability. Anyone can hear this song and relate. 
Anyone can find happiness, just singing along.

K Covers the EAGLES

Just a little fun for your Friday...

K cover song:  EAGLES
'Best of My Love'

WHAT THE WIND REMEMBERED (SONG)

Original poetry / lyrics by Katya
Original song / performance by Katya

what the wind remembered

nobody remembered her name or her face
or the pale of her wrists
by the edge of her lace


no one remembered the man or his name
who sunk his axe deep
in the wood
in the yard
in his sleep


only the wind still whispered her name
through the gaps and the floors
through those walls
made of wood


and wrung out the leaves of the trees
just like hands
to remember the others


the other ones who had died
there


two and twenty years before
and twice as long
before then


and twice as long
before then


and twice as long
before then

"tomato blossoms"

A Ramon / Mills creation
an eFFin K produxion...

this take is dedicated to the loving memory
of Robin Williams

INSTRUMENTAL # 1

F & K original
Acoustic Guitar 
Instrumentals

Music Composed and Performed by K Mills
Inspired by F Ramon's poem: 'in the time of tomato blossoms'
dedicated to the memory of his mother

'in the time of tomato blossoms'
by Frank Ramon

this old heart is missing you
last saw you in the Fall
those times lie down
like leaves in winter
whose rains have watered
seeds of Spring

lay me down now
the fires growin dim
daylight approachin
darkness fades again
each tear i shed
what seeds will water

i look North 
to where i lost ya

are you still there?

attempted music by K

first take. 'let me warm your heart some'
part #1

original music and lyrics
written and performed by Katya Mills

the first intərˌlo͞od

I got a Recording King Guitar
yesterday, at a local mom & pop shop called 'The Fifth String'

So on days like today, when I got nothing to say,
I may offer you some freestyle
six string
steely

 intərˌlo͞od

~ enjoy ~