Method: Guitar, pedals, microsoft Hedda voice, effects, zoom r20, samplitude. 
Narration: I've always been wondering why there are so very few lullabys for the not so very young. This is an attempt at creating one. There is an interlinear translation below the German lyrics.

Lyrics/ copyright jo richter:

einschlaf, zweischlaf, dreischlaf
ein nebelwald aus schweigen
wen das halbe licht traf
dreht mit in morpheas reigen

einträum, zweiträum, dreiträum
so hoch das rispengras
im hasensassenheim
beim großen weiß-nicht-was

ein wohl, zwei wohl, drei wohl
allen, die tief schlummern
tagab ist erde hohl
wo tieftriebwerke wummern

interlinear translation: go to sleep, double sleep, triple sleep / a hazy forest growing silence / those met by half light / join Morphea's ringdance // go to dream, double dream, triple dream / into the high gras / around the hare's hollowed home /   near the huge do-not-know- what // go to comfort, double comfort, triple comfort /  everyone in deep slumber / down the day, the earth is hollow / with drive systems humming deeply, rhythmically

dreischlaf

Dream Play

Rainy Night

C-Bon Voyage!

noxpox - psychonautical dive trainer

It's Raining Black Claws

From the EP "Replicant Hearts" - https://moodexhibit.bandcamp.com/album/replicant-hearts

Mood Exhibit - Vital

More Pop

Temple Remastered

nameless (prodlaayz)

When my father died, way back in 1993, I became aware of the fact that my grandmother, Doris, who had died when my father was only three years old in 1930, had never had a headstone placed on her grave in our family plot. In fact, until I was a teenager, I don't believe I was even aware that my step-grandmother Charlotte wasn't my actual grandmother. Although Charlotte was a terrific grandmother to me and the only real grandmother I ever knew and loved, I began to wonder more about who Doris Terrill Warner was since she died 26 years before I was born, when my father was only 3. My first effort to reach out to her was having a proper headstone placed on her grave, right next to my father's final resting place. Ultimately I haven't learned much more than a handful of photos can suggest, but the images have provided some happy substance to my connection to her. This song brings out the disappointments of never meeting her but consummates with the joy of realization that she is nonetheless a real part of who I am. And that is indeed a happy ending to a continuing story. As a bonus, I coerced my 89 year old mother-in-law, Barbara, into adding her whistling skills to the ending of this song as you can hear in her protestations as it all falls apart for a bit of fun.

All music written and performed by Craig Durgy
Whistling provided by my mother-in-law Barbara H. Lynch

Lyrics:
Doris by Craig Durgy

Black and white, shades of brown
From the old photo album handed down
There’s a face, that I’m told
Was my grandmother, seventeen years old 
Timid smile, far off gaze
Did she see something coming in her numbered days
My dad was three, Aunt Jean was two,
Then the baby Barbara that she never knew

(Chorus)
And I cannot lose her now, this will be my solemn vow
To raise up her memory like this stone
As I stand above this grave, living proof of what she gave
I believe, that Doris she, is a part of me

Married young, just nineteen
Isaac Lester, and his high school queen
Was she quiet, in the rain
Did she fight for her life in her final pain
Did she grieve, did she laugh
Why did she leave, no epitaph
Does she know, that I got
This gravestone, placed for her alone in the family plot
(Chorus)

Photos few, and far between
Wish I knew, just what they mean
Did Maude and Pa, ever dread
When Doris Terrill Warner was so quickly wed
Still I know, in the end
Where I go, is simply where she’s been
Just a face, in a wooden frame
And a trace of her warm embrace when I say her name

(Chorus) Oh I believe she will always be a little part of me

Doris

Singer/Songwriter concentrating on traditional country, folk and pop rock. Working as part of the duo Daniels & Durgy; https://soundcloud.com/danielsdurgy

Doris

Durge