Words and Grooves

A Cloud of Ravens is an important transitional album for me.  It's the last recordings I would do with Nick Ryan in Denver Colorado (we may work together again but we hardly ever hear from each other due to life circumstances) and as it was, Ravens was recorded in Denver but I was in Omaha and had to drive back and forth - - actually a pleasant task, especially when I took my son Max with me the last time early summer, saw old Denver friends and well, for lack of a better term, said 'goodbye' to Denver and 13 years of my musical and personal life.  A Cloud of Ravens is mostly comprised of 'album versions' of home recorded stuff.  

A Cloud of Ravens (2010)

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These are some songs I've written and recorded over the last ten years that somehow (sometimes on purpose but mostly by default) fall into the sinful songs category, not in the old Black Sabbath - Satan Worship thing the US government tried to use in the 80's to censor music, but rather an exploration into personal potentials for evil thoughts and acts.  This is how I deal with my own sense of evil: I write a song.    

Songs of Sin and Hellfire

Well I walked outside that old highway sign
The sky burst open purple and red
I swear to God it wasn't in my head

Just then the wind picked up and scrawled
It's evidence in torn up leaves 
About this time to my amazement 
I turned to what had happened

What had been done
What had happened 
Was I the only one

A driver with a face unseen
Had a soothing voice and quiet mean
Let out his hand from a newly upholstered 8 cylinder

Well I scratched my chin, I stroked my jaw
I looked up to the sky with awe
And I laughed and laughed at the dark
Over what had happened

What had been done
What had happened 
Was I the only one

A praying mantis well he does beg
And spits into his wiry claws
His eyes are motionless green and cold

This I thought as I did unlatch
The car door opened and screamed with rust
About this time the wind
Picked uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuppppppppppp

Over what had happened
What had been done
What had happened 
Was I the only one

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What Had Happened - version 2(Roughs #2 - Home Again)

https://soundcloud.com/theweightytree/sitting-bull-spirit-chant
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Vocals, Artwork & Lyrics - https://soundcloud.com/steph-sweet  
Instruments & Composition - The Weighty Tree

Further collabs can be heard here:
soundcloud.com/theweightytree/sets/collaborations

Silver Apple Trees - Steph Sweet & The Weighty Tree

Railroad Ties (from Roughs #3 - Stitches and Wires)

Holy Train (from Roughs #4 - Happy Paint)

Bury This Whole Town - album version (from A Cloud of Ravens)

Video: 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_TZxJ5oMrTM


Two Dakotas (from A Cloud of Ravens)

Railroad Ties - album version (from A Cloud of Ravens)

Video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GWLWAZA6q6E

Lyrics:
When you've got it down
You pass in to the rain
Mist growing morning fogs
Breathing out again

Passed by all those doorways
Faces poking through
Each dusty window
The street in silence grew

Dust under those fingernails
Boots are worn through
Each step that we take
A distant rider follows through

Thunder comes
Thunder comes
In the long swift sun

Thunder and lightening pass
Like old time friends
Each lit up diner full
Passes in the end

Silence of the whispering field
Waves to me now and then
Each dusty window
Is breathing out again

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Long Swift Sun - album version (from A Cloud of Ravens)

Lyrics:
By the pricking of their thumbs
Something wicked their way comes
It has my name, my rain
And thunder

Wolves in packs moving through
A black night blizzard through the trees
Breath in clouds
Stormy red eyes thorny shoulders
And the sleepy town below
Hears me holler

Town to town place to place
A multitude of window frames
Breath in time 
Blood on my hands from under

Biting time my insect will
Faces everyone with nails
Never will that town 
With all its dreams pull me asunder
I am the wave the sudden squall 
The rain and booming thunder.

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Something Wicked (from A Cloud of Ravens)

Video to the song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t0boS9wJcB0&list=UUboad5fKGW9YYgLvEw-tdqQ

Lyrics:
After throwing all the bodies in a well I had
Come to life like a flurry frozen stream (oh no)
Too fast for the ice to start its freeze
Stood on ground that will someday cover me

Wait to dark that turns into a mist because it
Seems to me that no one ever finds a thing got my
Shovel and my pitchfork with my name etched in (uh huh)
Work up a sweat as the holy church bells ring

They won't find a thing
They won't find a thing 
They won't find a thing

Years of ice age and I'm numb here in my head (oh ho)
Squelched out and padded over like the earth (uh huh)
Mission orange in the tail lights that I dread
Every time I leave this place it's like a birth

They won't find a thing
They won't find a thing
They won't find a thing

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They Won't Find a Thing (from Roughs #5 - Ashes and Rainbows)

Last Supper (Andy Taylor & Del Bergin)

Down by the barley corn by Sumerisle

Way I Live (GBA feat A-Non)

Fear

Download at
https://soquelle.bandcamp.com

Composed & Produced by Soquelle
Lyrics by Anastasia Gera & Mark Shvartsman

Expectations long overdue
Simple reasons that I can't explain to you
Out of touch but always in my mind
See a stillness that I can't quite describe

There is no tomorrow
How I need your face
There is nothing like today

There is no tomorrow
I'm falling in your hands
There is nothing like today

Disconnected from empathy
We elated into different state of need
Don't go back, there is nothing to subside
How much do we really need to sacrifice

There is no tomorrow
How I need your face
There is nothing like today

There is no tomorrow
I'm falling in your hands
There is nothing like today

There is no tomorrow like today
How much do we need to sacrifice

How much do we need
Tell me how much do we need?

Soquelle - There Is No Tomorrow

written by Jimmy Cliff
recorded at my friend Trobes with by buddy Andy  July 2015



You Can Get It You Really Want

Film Score to "Treasure of Silver Lake" by Martin Böttcher; 
Lyrics, Vocals, Arrangement, Production: Anne Wichmann; 
Original: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lZDxblZFNQw

Killing time in Tulsa
Danger is in the air
There´s something wrong in this town
The heat is everywhere

But I got my part of the treasure map
You better bring yours
`cause we will be gone before daybreak
And our path leads us to the Silver Lake

I´ll get it for you

Silver Lake

I'm really grateful and proud to have made this song with you. thank you so much steph. 
song by steph and marco.
steph: lyrics, vocals, piano, mix, mastering, magic. [@steph-sweet]
marco: guitar, bass, keyboard (mellotron/cello sound) analogue drum machine, mix. [@drunkeninstrument]

White Dwarfs And Red Giants

I can feel your heart beat when you put your hand on mine.
I can feel my hand shake, giddy and frenetic tide.
I have built my fine, strong walls, protecting me and mine.
Cut-throat in the rose-thorns, gold sickles on the vines.

You can feel my heart beat when you press your mouth to mine.
Red giants and white dwarves implode in free-fall time.
I say you can’t come in.
You laugh and smile that smile.
You and your crooked smile that drives all the girls wild.

Stood there like a worldly knight, to say you’ll wait for me.
But I try hard to resist, no more dishonesty,
Easy broken promises and practised casual charm.
But just who am I kidding?
Not you and your crooked smile.

White dwarfs and red giants
White dwarfs and red giants

I can feel your heart beat when you put your hand on mine.
I can feel my heart beat when you press your mouth to mine.
Red giants and white dwarves implode in free-fall time.
I can feel my heart beat when you put your hand on mine.
You can feel my heart beat when you press your mouth to mine.
White dwarves and red giants.
White dwarves and red giants.

White Dwarfs And Red Giants by steph sweet and drunkeninstrumentcorporation

Skeleton station

I'm Michael Trenhaile, songwriter hailing from Omaha Nebraska, member of The Doneofits.  Reflected on this page are home and studio recordings of my own music for the last ten years, songs that survived extreme life changes and 30 something year old trials and tribulations, short bouts of extreme alcoholism plus living in both inner city and middle class shit holes in both Denver, Colorado and Omaha, Nebraska.  I'm big into lyrics and words so feel free to also check out my Scrawls tab (my poetry and 'rant' blog) just below.  Enjoy tunes and check out The Doneofits on Soundcloud.  Also, everything on this page is downloadable.  Feel free to start your own collection as I will be adding more tunes as time goes on.  : )