We are okay to go. As our spirits we are sending ourselves on missions never ending, we are okay to go, we are okay to go. Rainbow colors flashing, astral waters splashing, canopy projected, our spirits are protected, we are okay to go, we are…
A little white house, just off the highway, ghost of a black cat scratchin’ at the door. Old dry well out in the backyard, we just can’t use it anymore. There are some secrets here. Oh, there’s secrets everywhere. I know nothin’ more or less…
Fourteen days till my ship sets sail, fourteen days of nonstop hail, punchin’ holes in everything I see. Fourteen days of howlin’ wind and rain, fourteen days full of doubt and pain, gnawin’ my guts till finally I’m free. I can’t stop, I can…
When the bombing ends and all that's left is sand and bones and charred remains, what will you think then? Will you call it a win? Or will you lay down and die with all the rest? Its not too late to stop, call this death march to a halt. I promise…
Fourteen days till my ship sets sail, fourteen days of nonstop hail, punchin’ holes in everything I see. Fourteen days of howlin’ wind and rain, fourteen days full of doubt and pain, gnawin’ my guts till finally I’m free. I can’t stop, I can…
A little white house, just off the highway, ghost of a black cat scratchin’ at the door. Old dry well out in the backyard, we just can’t use it anymore. There are some secrets here. Oh, there’s secrets everywhere. I know nothin’ more or less…
We are okay to go. As our spirits we are sending ourselves on missions never ending, we are okay to go, we are okay to go. Rainbow colors flashing, astral waters splashing, canopy projected, our spirits are protected, we are okay to go, we are…
A little white house, just off the highway, ghost of a black cat scratchin’ at the door. Old dry well out in the backyard, we just can’t use it anymore. There are some secrets here. Oh, there’s secrets everywhere. I know nothin’ more or less…
Fourteen days till my ship sets sail, fourteen days of nonstop hail, punchin’ holes in everything I see. Fourteen days of howlin’ wind and rain, fourteen days full of doubt and pain, gnawin’ my guts till finally I’m free. I can’t stop, I can…
A solar flare is the ejaculation of energy from the north pole or the south pole of this super concentrated point which has turned itself into a black hole because it has so much energy that it’s sucking in everything around it at such an exponential…
All guitars by my good friend Chris Mitchell. I had a chance to record this while I was in Dallas this past Summer. This is a companion piece to my song Secrets from the "Of Sound Mind" album, my RPM 2009 entry.
It was about sunrise when I met this guy on the streets of the French Quarter and bought him coffee. I don't know if he's still around -- that was some 20 years ago -- but a two-hour conversation affected my life more than I would have ever known…
A single track of improvised chromatically tuned congas in 7/8, accented with clave, guiro, cajon and quinto.
(For those who may be interested in collaborating on this, the triplet phrasing of this groove may be most easily counted like this…
Reg is trying to find escape from all the bad news surrounding him, his age, his life, the world as a whole, He needs to escape he can not do anything to help the suffering people of the world apart from maybe send money, he can't change this…
Mellow morning mist fall
Melting into day
This summer said son, you are lazy
Don’t follow any example, break every rule
After awhile you’ll find it’s so easy to do
Just stay within the limits of your love
Soon the air will turn colder…
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recorded for the Japan benefit happening this weekend (right now) over at improvFriday. Stop by and help or just give a listen.
My father brought a koto back from Japan after WWII, I thought this might be a good time…
Dude! Thanks so much for this... I've just been overwhelmed with emotion lately regarding this disaster.... I felt moved to record an impov, but just haven't yet found the time/space to do it... I really appreciate this. Peace, Michael
I had an incredibly hard time putting this together, and then at the end it fell together better than I could have ever hoped. I guess I should scream my head off more often.
I had an incredibly hard time putting this together, and then at the end it fell together better than I could have ever hoped. I guess I should scream my head off more often.
A major thing, This began as I sat down to lunch and did some musing about my old wind-up gramophone, as food poisoning set in I spent the rest of the day lying in bed thinking of lyrics, getting up to type them in, throwing up, and going back…
Shades of Floyd, Beatles, Phish, and so much more...
I really dig the guitar lead on this right around 9 minutes... And the keyboard lead at 12min. In fact, drums, guitar, keys, the whole production sounds great. It's quite impressive what you managed to achieve in the face of such overwhelming adversity! Thanks for sharing the story & the music...
Ok, Who HASN'T had the fantasy about the hot librarian?
This was originally intended to be sung by a friend of mine with a much higher range, but a massive earthquake disrupted the schedule. I wound up singing it down an octave, trying to do…
Comments on Cave Street's stuff
You are....experienced!!
Great song and feel....really dig the whole thing!!
cool!
This is good mate I really dig your sound well done
Nice one mate cool.
Brilliant rythum mate love it.
Great lyrics well done cool track mate
Woah, someone's got rhythm! Excellent!
There be singing-along in this here kitchen!
Sweet and subtle. Lovely!
Ah man! I want to hear this blend in to the previous track and on to the next! Love the way this album is going!
Ouch! My poor brittle heart! Such tender vox against an almost chiming bed of sweet music. Magical. Welcome back, Cave Street!
If I put aside Wake Up, My Skin, Blue, Nothin' to Lose, Do, and Funeral Chant, this is my favorite Cave Street Tune.
Hey, Mark - you got rhythm. Lovely track, Michael.
I really like this, Michael, vox, clapping, the lot.
Wonderful vocal! w;-)
Really comes alive with earphones.
Dreamlike! Nice warm vocal. I love the family sounds.
I wonder if the next to last song in this album had something to do with this song? hehe. Pretty trippy.
...for these sounds and for listening/commenting- thanks. kss
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most excellent! that's quite a story packed into just four minutes.
*love it*
*Love it!*
Excellent track!
"tears jerking down his face" ^ love that line.... GReat track, Regs!
nice one
Great track! Love the music, need to see the lyrics....
I just have to say that this is fairly incredibly excellent... just sayin'!
I've never taken a quaalude, but I imagine this is what it feels like... well done, I prefer my drugs to be musical!
Kirk nailed it... nice one.
*love it*. reminds me of the Crim
Dude! Thanks so much for this... I've just been overwhelmed with emotion lately regarding this disaster.... I felt moved to record an impov, but just haven't yet found the time/space to do it... I really appreciate this. Peace, Michael
the folk-raga-blues subtle & noisy psychedelic *Love it!*
Kick ass bridge into the solo!
Dude, this is raw & excellent!
digging this, Dave!
Shades of Floyd, Beatles, Phish, and so much more... I really dig the guitar lead on this right around 9 minutes... And the keyboard lead at 12min. In fact, drums, guitar, keys, the whole production sounds great. It's quite impressive what you managed to achieve in the face of such overwhelming adversity! Thanks for sharing the story & the music...
I agree about that medal... love the solo voice about 2 minutes in! very tasty
good one, fun tune!
nice one