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an ULU is an all-utilitarian tool Inuit women inherit to carry out many tasks in their daily lives, from chiseling ice for igloos to cutting their children's hair. whatever dowry a man is promised in wedding an inuit woman, and whatever possessions she must hand over to him, no one can take--- desire nor request---her Ulu.
I traipsed to Barcelona, stumbled into intoxicating love and adventure, wrestled burglars, buffered my immune system: made this EP with Dave Bianchi on Barcelona's label Whatabout Music.

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released 01 October 2009

dave bianchi-production
musicians: giulia valle (upright bass), oriol roca (drums), dimitris (greek bagpipes), nicholas dominic talvola (horns) , miguel serna dominguez (electric bass), sasha agranov (cello), MU (voice)
thanks to Emergency Studios/Whatabout Music

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Track Name: young coconut water
well
it just so happened
when we were each others.
we pricked our fingers
and became blood brothers.
it was an accident really
we were kids
climbing on barbed wire.

to go feed the colts
little bombs on fire.

and then again,
when we were older.
by coincidence met
ice climbing frozen boulders.

we both anchored the pick ax
and by surprise
it struck simultaneously
in each of our sides.

and so this time
we became blood sisters.

I'm your type A
when you're needing transfusion
and you're not to blame
it's both our confusion.

I, too, walk away
like god's born again daughter
like fresh pumped in the vein
young coconut water.

Innocent and Ignoble.

Through all adventure
I've learned a score.
It's not your lover
You've been searching for.
No matter the carriage
The wheels spoke aloud
as you drive'd
this is
not about your lover,
it's not about your lover.

It's your genius you're longing to Keep Alive.
It's your genius you're longing to keep alive.
Track Name: La Femme Repent
he said
"oh it's unusual, you are most beautiful
when you are close-up."
and so he boarded her quick
on a far traveling ship
when she fell(d) asleep.

And she woke up next to 500-odd ladies
all tied to slave ship beds
silently screaming which can be in some
cases much louder than sirens
when clutching in teeth
snaffle-bit metal roses red.

he said
"your brilliant wit it's so
marvelously fit
and a rarity becomes
more whittled-ly brilliant
under the last layer of your frock."
and so with one phone call
he had his assistant send
for entire empire-waisted/wasted
jackets with the slip and
lacy things she's have to use
all her figuring just to
get these things off.

Well it's just not so polite to say
and especially because
i'd have to point a finger
point a finger through
an insipid glove
whose finger-tips cannot feels
they're languid from his language.

Convoluted doily heart
that dreams of quick-coming men
who've never learned to make love...
fool her twice
it's certainly all her shame
she's room to hold the blame
for the one who'se never learned to make love.

But it's just not so polite to say that
and especially because
I have to use His Language
saying "i said, i said...
Run to the hills in '89"
..now the hills have all run on
the earth herself's gettin' outta
my country.....
'til nothing breaks the dawn.

-------------
(he said)
"Oh beautiful
it's for spacious and amber waves
I'm game,
to the rolling planes
and the lolling dames
while behind this door
by bed you'll be framed.
Oh and wait on me
for I cannot wait
a man's success
is marked by his heed.
But in all due time
I'll have 10-dozen sheep as mine
and and equal amount of steed...
Be like my Corn and Cope
with all the means I broke
you into kaleidoscope
I'll take your poetry
and end in an even rhyme scheme
to prove as Hero
that Murder she Wrote."

Well it's just not so polite to say
and especially because
I'd have to point a finger.
Point a finger through an insipid glove
whose finger tips cannot feel
they've never learned to Make Love.
Convoluted doily heart
that I at once claimed as mine
...I cut out in two dimension....
But it's just not so polite to say that
and especially because
I'd have to use his language
Saying "I said, I prove, I trade-marked...
The Temple Fell
Long before Merrill Lynch fell
Turned a Cell for the so-called terrorists
and infidel...
Now you show me a Man
and then I'll show you on My Knees
How my fists can make a cross
And I'll play
'La Femme Repent'."
Track Name: Body Electric (les étoiles et la voie lactée)
I call you out
is it gonna work
or is it not gonna work?
honey you decide
it's your game
you said you were playing.

This one is old
it's called The Stamina Test
Honey, I show up
I burn through all 9 planets
I still got fuel
But do you?
You said you were playing it.

-----I come from the great body electric.
and to it I return
like a battle star MC
i am throwing down lyric all the way
i never tire
yo baby
i ain't never bored.
If you wanna hang with me
see you got to
keep it flowing for real
If you make me sing
I will always be true to you----.

Les étoiles et la voie lactée
sont pour toi est moi.
Il n'y a pas de fin à notre profondeur.
Les etoiles et la voile lactée
sont pour toi est moi
il n'est pas des fond
a notre profounder.
et
tous le monde
tous le monde
ils savent
le super force
bébé.


---Coming from
the great body electric.
And to it
I return
Like a battle star MC
I am throwing down lyric all the way.
I never tired
Yo baby
I ain't never bored
What I see
is Krypotnite timesX 3
for how I feel
ain't enough fingers on the planet
if you wanna hang with me
see you got to
keep it flowing for real
Make me sing
I will always be true
to you-------.

Les étoiles et la voie lactée
sont pour toi est moi.
Il n'y a pas de fin à notre profondeur.
Les etoiles et la voile lactée
sont pour toi est moi
il n'est pas des fond
a notre profounder.
et
tous le monde
tous le monde
ils savent
le super force
bébé.

Coming from The Great Body Electric
And to It
I return..............
Like a
Battle Star MC
I am
Throwing Down Lyric All The Way
I never tired baby
I am never bored
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Track Name: syracusan
UH
I discovered when I was upside-down
My heart's been so long inverted
plainly royally fucked up
I still have hope for you.

Approximate our reunion
one season plus one/half more season
i would creep out from the corner
having not returned your calls

Perhaps you'd think
I'd finally flown
then from underneath a felt-brown
checkered hat
one eye like a spotted dog
one eye like a spanish lake
Promptly I would puke on your shoe.

Promptly I would puke on your shoe.

How are you still beautiful?
Would slip out from the hole of my mouth.
Look how fate's worn itself on my weary face
You should taste me know
how I've died
since those

Greedy times
devouring each other
like Syracusans
gorging Romans
until we tossed each other
from our
overly-whetted mouths
I shouldn't have gone there
when I was not
well-protected
I mean
you must be
fucking transparent
to have had
and then walk away
hardly affected.
at most
grinning the graduation
from boy to man.

Connoisseur, culinary
Gorging Roman
Gorging Roman
Gorging
Gorgeous.

I wish there was a decent ceremony
to demark you passage.
One that wouldn't have
involved my clear
Spanish Lake
Spotted Dog
Bull Terrier Eye/Ob-viously
it was a trade
My Eye for Your Goodbye

Out with the old
Ran through my head
and all the unfound things you said
I had to whittle away
everything I was
just to make fit through your door
starring as a fucking paste stick
a cheese and cracker stick
a hobbyists stick

and when I got in
you'd hold up my old eye
it was wide-eyed
bug-eyed (it was)
Surprised and Disgusted
I'd made it back in.

Whistle.

There was no witness
there was no one to prove.
There was just a lack of restraint
on my part
And a mis-placed sense of endurance
We're running backwards from the start.

Across the street
down electric wires
a wood-pecker banging his novel head
a broken bicycle that still could make shift
a motorist, dawn tripping,
dawn tripping Red.
I fumble for your keys
I fumble for your keys
and I let my stitched-self back in
Oh God Damn
I wanted it to work so bad
I mean I'd never known a Love Like That.
I'd never known a Love Like That.

---------------*--------------
& I learned all the keys to your Songs
Them half-ass songs of borrowed feeling
And I gagged on all them son-of-a-bitches
for 10 long years until I found out the
hard way, you can't throw up
Nothing.