Me and Belle came from California.
Packed our stuff, and set out to the East.
And there's no way we could have known
Of the star shining bright that would light our home.
Without you, I'm nothing.
The only one I sing to is you.
Me and Belle never slept at night.
Her cries kept us constantly waking.
But I knew that her mama loved her,
And I saw that her heart came alive when she smiled.
Without you, I'm nothing.
The only one I sing to is you.
Long-form trance-y rhythmic jams, with a fun shambling edge, sounding like a cross between music from Africa's Sahel region crossed with a Tom Waits instrumental... Jascha Narveson