TV ON THE RADIO:DLZ: COVER

An original song about one weekend in which my hero sang to my oppressors, my bff left me for a girl named elvis, and the church I grew up in, in Kimberly, Alabama, was destroyed by tornado.
Amen.

lyrics in this tune reference talking heads, swing low sweet chariot, they might be giants, ben folds, and radiohead.






 
 momus plays tel aviv, Elvis rocks seattle

i gave up my  ringside seat for an epic battle  
threw away my vip bus pas for a horse no saddle-
  jumped off the yacht   with no thought, no boat, no hope no rope no paddle
and let the angry  waters’ carry me home 
to my nightmare castle…

by the grace of lord
a tornado came through my town
   the church of god was leveled reduced to  holy ground
with the people inside praying,to be kept safe and sound
the lord took one big breath and blew his whole house down
i heard the guilt was so deep that day , 7 people drown
in a city of 200-  the bodies were not found
if there were witnesses,  none hung around

the reverend lost his pulpit, now  he’s preaching from a mound
where two or 3 are gathered, he abounds!  like the sermon on the mount
 the ones left to gather are the devout
and don’t forget to thank the Lord for pointing all this out
in the middle of a storm,  walk on the water, don’t look down
in your soul it resounds
to yrself it confounds
to yr friends it astounds
keep your gaze on the crown, 
 until the tour runs aground 
in the corner of my mind,
 black eyed angels gather round 
saying theres  nothing to fear, amen
 nothing to doubt


it’s old and totally over now
but if your still around
the engagements are booked through the end of the world, 

 

 

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 so let’s meet at the end of the war…

the tour has been booked forever, 
hold tight, we’re in for nasty weather

treading the sea of her troubled mind, 
i had to leave my self behind
only to be swept away by the angry tide… 
now its buh bye i tried
and I wonder sometimes
what was i to find?
but my wonder is just another waste of time
and I didn’t even get to say goodbye
promise me you will find some time 
to  call or write
 like willie nelson you are always on my mind
like my favorite rug  pissed on by thugs, that really  tied
 the room together, someone better will take time to find
and even though its slow 
time will go by

all kidding aside, 
this aint  no joke
my heart is broke, 
you win till then
the dude abides


look over the river Jordan, tell me what you see?coming for to carry me home?  
a  boy band of Angels singing  for me
coming for to carry me home?  
I tried to wave my savior down,   hoping for a ride to town
but his entourage of angels, never  even looked or slowed down, 
and they flew above my head, across the wall- to holy ground, 
 and I awoke, sand in my mouth ,  in a mirage I drowned.  

 you waved  a flash of red, and made it Bah-Rain Dinar
I scrambled to pick up every coin to  stash in my bell jar
my collection- my ingenue- in my east a fading star-
pulling me like a magnet- until I have been pulled way too far
away from where I started, with no map, dude, where’s my car??
mosheik has a plan,  for a  man in japan
 the dust in my hair 
 the  wind in my heart….
 the dust in my hair 
 the  wind in my heart….
 the dust in my hair 
 the  wind in my heart….

Momus Plays Tel Aviv: Elvis Rocks Seattle.

and the Lord said to Thom: Behold, yay; a song.
and Thom recorded it and begot me.
I covered it, and begot an eraserhead.
amen.

Harrow down Hill Thom Yorke Cover

and the Lord said to Thom: Behold, yay; a song.
and Thom recorded it and begot me.
I covered it, and begot an eraserhead.
amen.
Check out the video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pOeY1TMN7ko


Thom Yorke- The Eraser- a Cover. Scattered, Smothered, Chopped and Covered

I'm in love with a name of a woman who may or may not have ever lived.  

Elise


listening through The Lomax Archive  
this is a collage of Miss Vera
The "Orifice." From 1933 to 1942, John A. and Alan Lomax made thousands of recordings in the U.S. and the Caribbean for the Archive of Folk Song of The Library of Congress. 
Particularly, to the the Vera Hall Sessions.

Vera Hall 1948
"These recordings of oral history, play songs, blues, spirituals, and stories were made in 1948 when Alan Lomax invited Vera Hall to come from her home in Livingston, Alabama, to New York City for a concert. Vera Hall’s mother had been a slave, and Vera’s date of birth was not recorded. The mystery of Vera Hall and her art, while hinted at in the recordings we will always treasure, lies buried in the state where once the stars fell.” In 2005 Vera Hall was inducted into the Alabama Women’s Hall of Fame."

audio of Vera:
http://research.culturalequity.org/get-audio-ix.do?ix=recording&id=10500&idType=sessionId&sortBy=abc

http://www.culturalequity.org/


Vera Hall recordings from the Lomax Archive

Instrumental ElectroAcoustic Sound Collage - 

to be called "we are the Lovesick Robots"
in reference to kraftwerk

We Are The Robots

10/10 Discription                              

A song written and performed live during music lessons, with my outstanding and exceptional, unicorn-horn having student AKA Kaiyon

Krazy with a "K"

Mizpelin

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xJnnE1VO7C0


Freshly sampled Momus -in one easy soundbite- taken from his Public University Lecture "intellectuals."

one easy soundbite -

Facedown instrumental

Droping Drops

To a friend; a thank you gift from my heart.

Merci

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