Progressive funk rock by the Dragonsail Puppets

Oceans Of Dust

Remix of our track "Some Kind Of Return".
The original can be listened to here:
https://soundcloud.com/cat-came-back/some-kind-of-return

Oh, to find the answer to it 
Some way to make the pieces fit 
Clear space and freedom 
Clear space, enough to think 
Why does the girl not take control 
Is there any answer to it 
Why does the girl not take control 
Is there any answer 

I had a feeling that you’d been lost 
You took some time to return 
And in the place that you’d been gone 
Was there any answer there 

You took it to the mountains 
Took it to the ocean 
And you flung it on the breeze 
Why does the girl not take control 
She found the one 
That she’d looked long for 
Made the pieces fit 
Gave the answer yes 
She’d never even dared to dream he could exist 
And when she found herself at his door 
She gave away the rest.

Some Kind Of Return (Clear Space Mix)

foundational track is by EnigmaCurry @enigmacurry
One Hundred Fives : https://soundcloud.com/enigmacurry/one-hundred-fives
additional fixings & final mix by Arma Ignifera @herronsound
lyrics & voice, their pre-mix & artwork by Mariam Zohra D : Myrh

lyrics based on the poem "My Mistake"
https://nothingispersonal.wordpress.com/2016/09/08/my-mistake/
other songs from the past that use this poem as well are here:
https://soundcloud.com/myrhyum/sets/my-mistakey

MY MISTAKE
------------------
I lacked that tenacity you forecasted for me
last week

I lost my grip

the steadfastness and patience
you prayed for
was lost on me
the way pages are lost flinging
from an open case

tattered, worn/leathered
open case
that files away
unanswered questions, as if they never         pile up

my resolute demeanour that
escapes me now
I boasted so gracefully

with rough tongue i do
lick my wounds
and tears i kept for too long
do well to subdue
the promise of your return

I lie with hope every night
leaving myself alone

that determination you thought you saw in my eyes
was certain, daunting anger
hidden rage barking in the voice of hate

so righteous I became;
the director and projector of my pain

when the truth is a story of the choiceless one must
begin again

such a clean-slate you flung at me
all it caught was this ego-stenched
pungent smell of fury

it drips over my every move
like poison to fool
those blessings you shower upon me now
those borrowed tears I’ve used
trying to wipe away my mistake –
my de-robed mind

Begin Again | A MyrmahEnigmaniferaCurry

This song debuted on @viadeacceso for the March 18th show.
https://www.mixcloud.com/viadeacceso/via-de-acceso-radio-ensayo-18321-awareness-of-femmenessence-vol-2/

Original composition, lyrics & spoken voice & singing by kaerian
Singing, photo-art, final master by Mariam Zohra D : https://soundcloud.com/myrhyum

<3



words:

we all come from the same place
this is rooted in our origin
we are the same genetic memory
our roots, ancestral roots
our ancestral roots are the same
we just forgot...

the roots
deep inside
underground
vibrating in rhythm
the innate rythme

initiate the great move
the first great move
from deep inside
the first great move
from deep inside
to the outside
to reach outside

a first great move towards life
to reach outside
to reach the others
to get back to your roots
our common ancestral roots

we just forgot that we share these roots
that we share this genetic memory
that we share this innate rhythm
vibrating inside each of us
in unison but out of tune if we don't connect to others

Collabs

Vibrating Roots

Vibrating Roots | Myrh & Kaerian

Nudisc

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Carlos Vivanco & Jason Mowry
Final mix by Jason Mowry
@asleepwithheadphones
@lazydadamusic

Drifting Further

Drifting Further By Jason Mowry & Carlos Vivanco

from @pablomoretti's open collab https://soundcloud.com/pablomoretti/the-soul-of-the-ram

30 degrees - (Soul of the Ram) P a b l o | EnigmaCurry

Thanks to Robinhood76 for the great Toy Dolly and Toy Music Box samples, both on Freesound.org

As the moon escapes the clutching forest
Its light lays on the dene
And through the shroud of creeping mist
The Old Black Lodge is seen

Its broken walls and gaping windows
Should not invite the wary
For in the attic, to sky exposed
Is something very scary

There is a box, its lid ajar
Its contents peeking through
With beady eyes and grinning teeth
There’s really quite a crew

There’s Laughing Pete and Little Joey,
The Cuddle Sisters too
It’s just as well there are no stairs
Else they might come for you.

These are toys you shouldn’t have
They’re much too cruel to play
But you can get to know them
In a poetic kind of way

Words and music by Wayfarer DG

The Old Black Lodge

My Dad played this song (recorded by Hank Williams Sr. in 1949) on his harp when I was growing up. Good memories.