Eight years old and running through the snow
He heard the call and followed
Mom slams the back door asking
"Where have you gone this time, my love?
Once was more than enough"

Follow all ways out

Some say angels took him
Some say Satan's on the loose
A muse has two halves
One is always with you
One is always on its way out
To find someone else

Follow all ways out

Once I was a little boy
Had my little toys
And, oh, the stories I could make
Now it takes me so much time
To write a single line
Where, oh, where have all the stories gone?

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Starting next week in this feed, you'll get the first episodes of "The Kick," a new movie podcast from Chance Solem-Pfeifer. The pod will unfold in themed miniseries, the first of which is "Superior Sequels." For 6 weeks, guests will nominate and celebrate sequels they prefer to the original film. There will be games, deep questions, sequel philosophy, and equal doses of fun and obsessiveness. Let's roll.

Introducing... 'The Kick'

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In this episode, Chance and Noah discuss the morality and complications of willing life back into the decaying corpses of once-successful film ideas 20 years after their initial release: "Mad Max: Fury Road," "Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull," and "The Color of Money."

Seemingly Unnecessary Sequels | Episode 6

WOODES - THE THAW

Written, performed & produced by Woodes (@woodesmusic) & Lanks(@lanksmusic)
Additional Prod. & Programming by Elkkle (@elkkle)
Mixing & Mastering by Simon Lam (@simonlamsound/@nearlyoratorio)
Vocals recorded at Tender Trap Studios 

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LYRICS: 

River flow 
Takes me back 
Deeper and deeper
Fresh coat of snow, broken sheet of ice 
We move further & further apart 

Longest time waiting for the light 
The thaw...
Shortest time drifting
A sudden night
It’s early evening and I’m… 

----
Watching it fall, each flake 
I watch it fall, should we walk away… 

Snow fall, 
The words I can’t say 
You hold me close 
& I melt away 
----

I think I know 
You take me back 
Deeper and deeper 

This was a home
It’s growing’ dark 
We move further and further apart 

Longest time waiting for the light 
The thaw...
Shortest time drifting
A sudden night
It’s early evening and I’m… 

----
Watching it fall, each flake 
I watch it fall, should we walk away… 

Snow fall, 
The words I can’t say 
You hold me close 
& I melt away 
----

Flakes of snow fall on my nose 
I mistook you for my love
Ghostly as your figure glows 
Watch me as I turn and run…

—

Watching it, watching it fall… 

The Thaw

from the album Skiptracing, coming August 26 on Stones Throw Records http://stonesthrow.com/mildhighclub

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Skiptracing

on vinyl

Mild High Club - Skiptracing

"Paul" - Big Thief cover

Hold on, I should say, all the things that I should say
What if just this once you didn't
The only good in all the riddance

Bridge and tunnel vision
You expect to be forgiven
Because you called a spade a heart
And I called a heart a fingernail
Or some outlying part

Give me the single reason 
That the gates of hell are freezing
Sure, that one's nice; could we do more concise?

All of history bends
Through a busted, rosy lens
It looked just like me and friends
It looked quite like an after-world
That's just inheritance

But I can't forget your patches
Or the half-embarrassed dances
An acid-eaten film reel lost to time

You thought they'd be the climax
Not a yet-to-be-had flashback
Four, eight, twelve, I'll stop there, down the line

I failed to imagine
Silly boy, guilty bastard
And I came to in a queue of liker minds

"Middle Fingernail" by Little Marais

I love you more than a glass of milk
Or the food you make me
More than Seeley and Temperance
More than the words you write
Or the gifts you gave me
More than Dylan and Sethie

Maybe I'm just a little crazy
But hey, can you blame me?
Just look at you, baby

I love you more than the stars that fall
Or the notes that follow
More than swerving for turkeys
More than an unplanned date
Or the way my aunt (my ont)
Said she adores you

Maybe I'm just a little crazy
But hey, can you blame me?
Just look at you, baby

I love you more than the trip you'll take
Or the friends you'll make there
More than having hot water
More than my life itself
Or the days I've loved you
Happy 289

Happy 289

Million Dollar Bill w/ Little Marais

Recorded at Make Believe Studios

Produced by Downtown James Brown

Engineered, Mixed, and Mastered by Rick Carson

Artwork by Adam Haug

Copyright 2013 Make Believe Recordings

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