Lyrics
Hounds Are Sleepy I sip a life quietly, outside the shelter of a-one lined me up, is wall a delta? Dripped world is leading it's a Leon towel poise is the standard, suddenly oil making the fake stain impact you. Silent reading is the quiet talking we're all the same when the height and the buzz fizz gone with you, I learn a little science in the mind's repeated ever since you slice well there's ink variation. And the hounds are sleeping. Don't top town the tooth tar and be all mean, song rummage and ruse starts to see you. Shutter divine a shudder as angry snaps fight together, hello. Raw Vegetable Milk Take it to the soap man with soft hands and devil eyes the train is new the bi-lingual fabric is slow, to train ends into the arm band, arm band, and you won't label the reverse. I'm surfing on the plum sucking self caravan feeling on the vacation in the alps. It's the handle bar, twists and twirls whiskers (it's sad) whiskers. Hand my perpetual motion machine forgets like all the others to be on time never goes around, round. Behind the blind lover of gust, dust, dark and dust behavior monumental instead the favors enlist the fortune reward lilies and fish and gold and mountain woods at work. Tulsa, the sport is mixed of deeds and ease fruit eaten in the dome raw vegetable milk avoid. Sponge Delay To say if I may in spite of incoming winds they play high stakes they say so don't stay if you can't play man strange associations disassociate meals on heads of porcelain in Spain sloping fields, banker's hill. Always hide behind the notions of a sponge delay always hide behind the nonsense but I count the ways, it’s central and essential, outside on dark day. I sip life five A outside the shelter of wind, to make face steak in a vacuum among living all a third squeezing, we slide on-by. In the Air Blind Penmanship, touching old samovars well it's cut thrusting you to a larger foul phone. Teacher the baffle and so full of speed to zero out. Tell the coffin man he's Wellington mental peace fire is flowing out. Skills, well the will the catapult veal fever and the free flowing verse positions the tense conservatory in the air blind. Reference mail and tea species own hey will you will you will you will you will you will you will you will you. It's a joke towel, a joke joke towel, pinching the glove the trades will above existing between unholy commerce the broccoli plan is disparate. The Red Radio How many lights did you see? Count albino white dubs it she oh it's a love it's alone it's alone. Down on the tropics we shout out loud out on the carnival's a big town crowd definitely in the house with the people. White chapel with the pink sheets choose to shuffle feet out the doors takes a furry back and the ants from your skull. I'll slip my heart is waiting I'll slip my art is oh so what. Minded muscle athletes will freeze the velvet laces shut up their places and in your eyes it's a tone it's a tone. You got to get me some gum the red radio wants some. How many times did you breathe travel across to believe the pit oh it's a love it's a bluff it's a puff. Changing the topic we shout to the crowd paying attention to details in growls painting the gables to beckon the crows. Black chapel with the green pigs coming to stay away from the brig and they're grinding their teeth in the morning tonight. House See Cats Pen out my running jets dreams of the desert licks and I a relative caught and only alone with Elkin pies and poles full of journeys with sharp behaviors into the fold. What silence is that breathes out the little heart ? Nose is gentle down in the bottle of gruel. Believe in house and house see cats soul. What I'll find into monkeys and bottles with the Elkin but the breeding and little and bolt starts to the meaning of flows and bolt starts to the meaning of flows. Wuthering heights for Monday's alias count the sea ship's sump company knows and you're alright most of the time in your final days in the palace. Running boards and when I satisfy you memory cards on the table the loans well I'll relaxed and you won't be taxed and I won't be menacing you and during chancing through all the fountain and middle of the moan he knows. Ohhhhh do sleep. Ohhhhh you sleep. Ohhhhh in your sleep. Memory Blues Newton's in despair Chomsky's over there, with your suction cups, memory blues. Braiding the singles forever lentil, the sad patterned girls cages the names. Nuts in May, gregarian charm, noble the terrible, bubbles the air, glamorous today, bubbles the air, fire brown sleighs, bubbles the air, memory blues. Release that jewel, release the chow towel, release the towel of cha jorum hand noodle ass pack, pack chop. Suffragette city, tin pan police alley siren laments your growing trees in your arms. Suffer the nature of folding chair, armchair the triffids slow motion manifest in your ears. Nijinsky Holds Falls from nature will their nets we pickle catching in the bar ballet dance on bedroom skis we ride the June teeth. Hard to breathe through nature's nets we suffer gladly from afar shadows fold Nijinsky holes and rides the blue streets. Failing sinews bless the dark and sleep in open cinema songs of lounging fortune's fountain ride the June teeth. Shallow folds Nijinsky holds. Me I'm just stoically Oh. Me I'm just doing nighttime things. Calls from nature bid their nets to wrinkle breath and sing the stars salad trance son red broom flees the side on June Teeth. Old guns seize through natures debts and suffer gladly from afar shadow's cold Nijinsky holes derides the royal fleet. Falling news we dress for sharks we sleep in open cinema gone to lounging fortune's fountain ride the June teeth shallow folds Nijinsky holes. Birthmark Censorships creating astronauts on the rope the anchor sways fast and furious clatter splatters on the carpet by the bed. We have trenches we have fences along poppy fields trees beyond the grass gates. Thinking of a word I try to spell think of a curse I try to break step up and show us the birth mark. Treks by doves we hit the love of the glove. First we mistake turning souls in the cellar chancellors exchange letters history repeats. Second tier mistakes burning speech from the teller chancellors explain letters history repeats. Hats from the Soul Man Bags that are fluffed up old rummage sales I got knots from clerical police but polite doesn't mean that much. And all the cars are turned, 250 Yugos in May alone. Summing up the courage for a lazy headache weekend tall man shifted large errors the sun is on his shoulders it's good. How major feeling for the 1930's 60's well virus awkward slow. Sold that warped froggy morning to a slim man with history on his side too heavy for the transport previously arranged, previously once. My soul is love my soul is birds I get my hats from the soul man. Soul, shake shake the lake show show the gold with the cars shake shake shake man. The soap is feeling smelling warm delicious fruits in the taste I'm rabbits tick sensation rabbits, the Rabbits. Torquemada for the plum pudding my crowd is outside will they think of it? Well my many fortunes have been gone like the fluff on four boiling hardly, boiling gains greens mention buzz mention buzz, buzz, buzz. Shoreline piece of populace I feel my fortune will come, I feel my fortune in the summer months. Greed, evil greed, mankind greed evil greed mankind. Bottleneck! Itching the mission is a bottleneck break pain picking the picture. Setting the mood with a fur and a toy and a can of potential it's essential to mention the deadline. We advise that you pull it through the neck. Cardboard box on the soap boat socks nubile bodies and new D.C. cooling the glue for piña Colada new drinking season's on me. Empty the bottle to be a tool Me Me The Moth is floating above. And seaweed done gone poop the deck. Had to pull the plug on the ticking drive. Empty the bottle now to be a tool Me Me The Moth is floating above the waiting line. DB Go round db's. Levitate my merry sheep safe to graze high in the trees a chorus of suspicion is weighing me down fill your mind with actions, splits and db's. Populate with pleasantries medicating baths in the salton seas temperatures fall on the night of selection noting on the venture centuries old db's. My liebe is a leaver is a lever is a whip. My liebe is a leaver is a level is a whip. Fenestrate with frequency choral shifts without house-keys. A sutane for my sister the darkest of gowns fill your mind with driftwood, actions, splits. Flat the land the slope in the eye metal ships detected above fields of rye, been talking to the cattle but getting nowhere empty castles up for sale. Another Moon Cops coots dotes. Crease fill up the bottles with magic William of the willing compute the all internet's the wind for a hopeful kill the baggers of the bloggers with their none-psalms go they help the crops grow my pet translates let nature feed, slow. Hornets nest, grimble, gramble, grumble butterflies say hello the cop is an ever level is a surplus beating his seed. Travel man's remarkable giddy tip tango tangents for in fantastic sleeves slough aim science tarnished dome. At 1 a.m. a new visitor with the dark hair and soft skin will work in. Who weak weasel is all left in the parlor game for the Irish rich plants sane heaven's high on stock, creatures fill up bottles, another moon. Chickens, checks, we owe cockles next. Short bread, tall bread appeal for Hans Hapsburgs royalty is. Fever minds with sling shots coast with Castle Blocks, cops coots dotes. The Weirding Valley Pascal on a quid row and a bassoon starts a riot like a flower on a new style of arch. Lilly recurring the elfin of terror fascinating your dawn the tower of Babel freedom's the snicker you can take my prayers down sails ground, sails gown. Governments of half dementia your towels are lifting up through the wheels the gamin seas. Extravaganza. Hello to cassetto he's onto the villa the crazy skinhead sings swansongs, likes to Fish all.
Taking the 2 and 1 half minute song format and making a scheme full of DADA lyrics and melodic cares, Me Me The Moth's sound is a union of voices afloat musical styles ranging from country experimental twang, to fast and crunchy slurs, to rhythmic swinging plucks, back to the creepy ambience of a reverse. You can take references to lunch, Beefheart, Wire, Wonder, Pere Ubu or nothing like. Space is antique, planted in the 21st century, harmonies feed the story and the music is pure and original. Made in America, with roots in Chile and England, Me Me The Moth is a collaboration between Marcelo Radulovich and Neil Carlill.
Their self-produced debut album titled The Weirding Valley features 14 songs constructed via the internet. With Neil in Salem, MA, and Marcelo in Cardiff, CA, the process involved exchanging sound files, which were then pieced together at Radulovich's home studio. This impersonal, long distance approach yielded a work that is surprisingly cohesive and fresh, warm and deep, filled with artistic prowess and fun like tongue in cheek, a new voice existing between unholy commerce. The Weirding Valley by Me Me The Moth releases worldwide on dPulse Recordings (digital and compact disc) May 4, 2010.
Bios
Neil Carlill: voice, various instruments
Neil Carlill was a founding member of Delicatessen (Rough Trade/Big Life), who recorded three albums on the UK’s mid 90’s Alternative/Experimental music scene. He was part of the band Lodger who released one album on Island Records. Neil is a member of Chicanery with Frank Zappa Alumni Warren Cuccurullo. Neil is also a member of Vedette with Manuel Stagars and Jayrope, 5 Little Elephants with Charles-Eric Charrier and Shoosh with Craig Murphy and Ed Drury.
Marcelo Radulovich: voice, various instruments
Marcelo Radulovich born in Santiago, Chile, raised in Costa Rica and California, is a musician / visual artist / producer currently residing in Cardiff, CA, where he spends his time designing, writing and recording his original music. Marcelo has performed and/or collaborated with Merry Go Down, Gunther's Grass, Mike Keneally (Frank Zappa), David J (Bauhaus, Love & Rockets), japanese chanteuse and sound artist Haco, Trummerflora, members of the Nortec Collective, The Playground Slap and others.
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The Red Radio
In the Air Blind
Hounds Are Sleepy
