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Michael Reilly Featuring upright bass, greek bagpipes, horns and cello, this splendid EP starts with a high point in 'young coconut water' and never offers anything less than top quality indie music made with vitality and sophistication. Bravo! Favorite track: young coconut water.
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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.
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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 feel 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'."
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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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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 now 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.

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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 October 1, 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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