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this is a very special collab (for us). it grew piece after piece over a very long time. we both hope, you like the result as we do!

tante meli & say mumble
https://soundcloud.com/say-mumble
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Lyrics:

I’m coming out
of the water
Don’t be afraid of me

You say you feel it’s too far away
But I pass my glance upon it every single day
I’m Not afraid
I’ll feed the warmth
I’ll take the day
But its the moon that holds my gaze
This the night I come to praise 
Until morning
This night i come to praise
until mourning
This night i come to praise
in mourning
This night i come to praise
This night i come to praise
Until morning
This night i come to praise
Until the gray gray dawn

I'm coming out 
of the water
Please, don't be afraid of me

The gray of the dawn...


THE GRAY OF DAWN by tante meli & say mumble

https://soundcloud.com/dave-migman

Written and spoken by Dave Migman, 

There was once a king
who dwelt in
in a fabulous hall
in some northern city
far far away

He sat at a long table
resplendent with the offerings
from numerous guests
and he’d tasted everything sweet
every kind of fruit and meat
cooked for him by his servants
in every conceivable way

His guests were a continuous stream
of princes, princesses, philosophers
heroes with their wide golden smiles
candles dancing around the table
flames unto the winds

There was once a king who sat at a table
in the company of every sort of clown
he with his piebald crown
unaware they pinned bells there

People came from miles around
to listen to his stories
to partake his wisdom

Songs and laughter
regaled the nights
in the mountain hall
in the northern city
and the nights were long
and united in their joy

Candles dancing around the table
candles dancing around the table
flames unto the winds
flames unto the winds

candles dancing around the table
flames unto the winds

There was once a king
well, he thought he was a king
he was a man scared of being alone
like any other sort of man
being scared of being left alone

In a room of smoke and booze
his eyes strained through
and over steaming platters his quick lips
chattered the knotted philosophies
twisted like the briars through the years

And they came to see the clown
to listen and mock each repeat
and they placed upon his head
the tri-pronged crown of fools
and all the while he barely blinked
the fables fled his lips
and there he sat
proudly propped
at the head of the table
waiting for the lady
whose kindness knew no limit
who was as scared as he was
of that loneliness
of the cell, the emptiness she felt

But you see, he was still a king
and therefore, she could never sit beside him
she could only enjoy his wisdom,
from the other side of the table

But she still believed in him
despite the heckles of the others
despite his drunken stutters
how wisdumb had become
a form of shortsightedness
like a record stuck, unable to move on

There was once a king
he sat at the head of a table
and he laughed away his loneliness
but still he felt alone

There was once a king
he lives there still
silent in the great hall
candles dancing
twisting shadows round the table
she sits there still

The Mountain King *(Dave Migman(vocals) & Say Mumble)

Adjustment Center
Rick Cheehy: Bass/vocals
Joe Flinchum: Drums
Ben Hutton: Guitar/Vocals
Recorded at Stony Man Studios
Engineered by Rick Cheehy

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Morality

Gotta Get Out
(DWS-2016)

I can feel it coming down
but I can’t give it a face
all I know is it suffocates
and leaves me to the fates
the spear it stabs 
and the knife it cuts
Evil men are after me
and I gotta get out, no buts

I gotta get out of this place
I gotta get out of town
I gotta get out of this place
no more of me around, yeah
I gotta get out of this place
I gotta get somehow
I gotta get out of this town
and put my wheels down on the ground

The cops are after me
‘cause the neighbor’s dog I killed
My doctor looking funny at me
and handing out poison pills
My boss gets evil eyed
he asks me if I’m ill
Mom says I’m just paranoid
and gets up in my grill

I gotta get out of this town
I gotta get out of this place
I gotta run away
you ain’t gonna see my face
I’m gonna get out of town
and disappear somewhere
I gotta get out of this place 
and breath some better air

If they ever catch up with me
they won’t take me alive
The Evil Men won’t bury me
or win without a fight
This is like a holy war
And I am in the right
the medications all ran out 
and I can see the light

I gotta get out of this place
I gotta out of this place now
I gotta get out of town
no more of me around now
I gotta get out of this place
you ain’t gonna see my face
I gotta get out of this town
and avoid the human race
I’m gonna get away 
I’m gonna leave right now
I’m gonna leave right now
I ain’t gonna stay around

Copyright 2016 - Dances with Sheep - all rights reserved

Gotta Get Out

Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry,
And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky.
And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River.
Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die.

I met her accidentally in St. Paul (Minnesota).
And it tore me up every time I heard her drawl, Southern drawl.
Then I heard my dream was back Downstream cavortin' in Davenport,
And I followed you, Big River, when you called.

Then you took me to St. Louis later on (down the river).
A freighter said she's been here but she's gone, boy, she's gone.
I found her trail in Memphis, but she just walked up the block.
She raised a few eyebrows and then she went on down alone.

Now, won't you batter down by Baton Rouge, River Queen, roll it on.
Take that woman on down to New Orleans, New Orleans.
Go on, I've had enough; dump my blues down in the gulf.
She loves you, Big River, more than me.

Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry, cry, cry
And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky.
And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River.
Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die.

*Copyright Johnny Cash

J Stew's Album

Big River

Here’s this beckoning
follow me into your eye
some of us can see it
but at least one of us will die
a glass house is a luxury
in a village built on wine
bottles from the walls of houses
and the corks inside our minds
cat calls from the other side
tend to your barren wounds
let the radicals and wanderlusts
beat upon my door
through the Windows to the open field
in the peep holes of your core
In the desert of a tundra
Her eyes became a storm

How could she ignore it now
How could she see through me now
All the invisible aliens
crawling crazed upon the floor

One looked up into my feeble face
And found my brain
strained
and obscure

High
Alien

On your star
How do you see me
high alien
on your star

   Here’s another galaxy for free, take it when you feel your god  in me
7 minutes from the edge of day would you just keep yourself away from me
But Would you be there always,
 through my faults and darkest deeds  
infinite
Walk with my star feet

My planetary treasury

I can hear them space varmints scratching down my walls
I wonder if they can hear my temperature and my
Saturated drawls

what could they see
what do they know
If they knew me


Well, fuck you
and fuck all my old ancient instinctuals

I’m just a primal thrall
after all
and this my own god damn  telethon

they call me stranger
in my own world
They call me stranger 
in my own home

I’m a high alien
I’m a high alien

High Alien

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One Time

This is the new release of Kaze Inu aka Clara Judica from Milan Kaze Inu began experimenting with a variety of generes of music in her home town of Caltagirone, Sicily before moving to Milan in 2001 where she officially began working as a DJ. She has since played in a variety of underground clubs between Milan, London and Berlin. Kaze Inu has been producing electronica music since 2006 taking inspiration from both the French and German minimal, techno and later, electronica underground scenes. Her style merges fluid melody with a more "dry beats". With stable bpm at 120, rhythmic variations and oscillators are the major elements that distinguish her sound. Links: 
https://soundcloud.com/flipside-recordings 
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Attitude

Kaze Inu - Juno [Flipside Recordings]

Lookin

We Laughed As We Had Both Forgotten the Toast

Rick Cheehy by day is a mild mannered grocery store manager. At night, he enters his top secret basement laboratory and becomes Rick Cheehy and the Six Simple Machines. Most of these songs are "live in the studio" improvisations. Feel free to download, share, or play these weird songs entirely to loudly.