With Herman Düne:
David Herman Dune: bass/ Neman Herman Dune: drums / Andre Herman Dune: electric guitar / Chaunberg plays trumpet
Produced by David Herman Dune / Engineered by Etienne Jaumet / /Photo by Liz Calderwood / Recorded at Mains d’oeuvres Paris - 2005
LYRICS
︎ The Great Migration
I have seen the great migration,
I can feel the pain and hatred,
There's a trough to put your face in,
And a coffin on the pavement,
And a sewer rat is drowning,
In a pool of creation,
There's a sermon on the mountain,
For the children of the basement,
On the street.
And in the morning I'll be waiting,
With a chorus and a cadence,
For the scourge is not abating,
Of the wars that are a-raging,
And dirge that is a-playing,
With the words that are a-saying,
Only murmers and assertions,
Of a curse reverberating off the beat.
And the purple king's a-ruling,
The infertile cow is mooing,
And the lenders are a-luring,
And the genders are a-cooing,
And the hurricanes a-brewing,
And the magma is a-flowing,
And I think I should be going,
On a permanent vacation.
I have seen the great migration,
I can feel the pain and hatred,
There's a comet in the ether,
There is vomit on the blanket,
And a sewer rat is drowning,
In the trough you put your face in,
Through the vermin all around me,
I have seen the great migration.
I have seen the great migration,
I have seen the great migration,
From the halls of Montezuma,
To the cliffs of Apalachia,
I have seen the great migration,
I have seen the great migration,
I have seen the great migration,
I have seen the great migration....
︎ The Steel Drum
Evening gloves and harnessed tunes,
Like beatings of the main,
Reading glasses on to ask her name,
On the run are men in trouble,
Not too old to bow,
Go even on the steel drum now.
Mine is like a wooden wave,
In haydays of the pond,
Furnished by the serpent and the swan,
Mind the air-conditioning,
Keep the generals warm,
Latter days appear before they come.
In the name of warrants,
In the days of kings,
In the rains and torrents,
And in the ignorant dreams.
Lay and wait upon the seat,
Of mortal science brow,
Meanings from the entrails of the cow,
Feeding deliriously, nearly profound,
Go even on the steel drum now.
Go even on the steel drum now.
︎ Ida Blue
My Ida Blue, I love you, hi-dee-ho,
I repeat in the heat and the snow,
When you're away I am gray and alone,
Oh Ida Blue, I love you, Ida Blue.
Oh, Ida say you'll be gay on the morn,
That my boat comes to dock on the shore,
Then Ida stay and be mine evermore,
My Ida Blue, I love you, Ida Blue.
I'm through changing my name,
And running from the nothing in the grain,
The crowd was coming in before,
the doubt was blowing out between the shade.
Oh Ida Blue, hi-dee-ho, Ida Blue,
My heart strings are harking to you,
And as for me, I'd agree, Ida Blue,
For I love you Ida Blue, Ida Blue.
And we'll go straight through the gate on the shore,
We'll take the rope from the post and be gone,
And I will sing to the waves and the dawn,
That I love you Ida Blue, Ida Blue.
My Ida Blue, I love you Ida Blue.
︎ Lift Off
I've been sullen, I've been so low,
In a house of demons and ghosts,
I've been so alone.
When the angel rescues me,
And leads me to the burial tree,
I will be set free.
Be it Mary, be it Joe,
Be it eyes whose light I know,
None leads me home.
You came and led me near,
And then you went and left me here,
Biding time in silent prayer.
You caught me on the rock,
And you saw all the moves I got,
But your place is on the dock.
I've been sullen, I've been so low,
In a house of demons and ghosts,
I've been so alone.
So bring your diamonds, bring your salts,
Bring the fruit of ancient stalks,
I will lift off.
I will lift off.
︎ Capri
The foggy days in King's Cross aren't improving,
The alleyways make mountain lakes of you,
The woven vines you left behind are as soothing,
As the distances that you squint into,
I think you know me better, my brohter, than any other do.
The major motion pictures all have ended,
The king is dead but not the sorcerer,
I owe my minor setback to his credit,
He's good enough in health to go on tour,
I think I know him better, my brother, and any other.
And I'm not on a bus along the ocean,
I'm not on a plane above the sea,
I am in a boat who's bow is broken,
On the open water of Capri.
Now, it is now you must recover,
Now, it is now you must be free,
When every throat is calling out for water,
And every eye is following thee,
Be careful of each other, brother or enemy.
And I'm not on a bus along the ocean,
I'm not on a plane above the sea,
I am in a boat who's bow is broken,
On the open water of Capri.
Looking in wonder, my brother, ahead of me.
︎ Forever, Forever
Cavemen and bears are there in my dreams,
In this calling I am intending for thee,
To know that forever, forever, forever I dream.
Baying in tales and rare in the snow,
Bathed by the river and blessed I know,
On wings to endeavor forever, and ever to hold.
The markings of these,
Insatiable pleas,
Are leaving me needing,
The honey to sweeten my tea.
Drink myself crazy and beat myself sore,
I cannot go out to sea anymore,
With the winds and whales and gulls and gails and stars.
My stories are true,
My worries are few,
My worlds are two,
But my mornings with you.
The love that has milked me has left me serene,
I cannot be guilty of any old thing,
Except that forever, forever, forever I dream.
︎ The Range
I am mired in the fire and horror,
My heart is like a hard earned silver dollar,
But I know if I go, then I'd leave you all alone,
On the range, in the rain and the snow.
The mornings will come to greet us till they don't,
And by then we'll be a-riding on the boat,
And the lots that we cast and the answers that we asked for,
Will bask in the stars where we row.
And I see them sadly staring at the water,
Vainly, mainly strangers to each other,
With seas at their knees and the fingers of disease,
Like seeds in the breezes that blow.
I am mired in the fire and the horror,
My heart is like a hard earned silver dollar,
But I know If I go, then I'd leave you all alone,
On the range, in the rain and the snow.
On the range, in the rain and the snow.