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Silly Beast

by Llama Dalis

Tribal Fun Soul Music. Listen. Dance. Enjoy. The World is a better place when you can hear the Llama Dalis doing what they Love.
Genre: Rock: Adult Alternative Pop/Rock
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1. Hair On Fire
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2. Sleep in September
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3. Planted in the Valley
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4. Blue Noise
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5. Set Me Free
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6. I Must
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7. Powerless
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8. Too Much Money
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9. Workin'
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10. Prayer to Understand
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11. This Is to You
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12. Is It Not Enough
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ABOUT THIS ALBUM


Album Notes
The Llama Dalis are:

Michael Biddison; composer, guitar & vocals, David Biddison; composer, drums & vocals, Steve Wheelock; electric guitar, Bob Taylor; bass.

TALE #1: Mike & Dave were raised in an old Checker Cab by a Gypsy medicine woman and Nicola Tesla's unknown grandson just East of northwest South Carolina. Or maybe Pennsylvania. Their musical education involves degrees in Celsius as well as Fahrenheit. Steve himself is descended from nobles of the ancient Court of Stratocus, but was cast out for infractions that shall remain mysterious, we hope. Bob has been pleased to be able to focus his preposterously diverse life experiences into this particular moment in time to bring forth the little quivering electrons that await your listening pleasure.

The music is mighty & mighty fine, the writing is entertaining, personal and smart. There's love songs in here, but they're about real love and they Cook. There's activism in here, but it's about the potential to be better. There's irresistible spine wiggling grooves. There's tunes that end so delicately you won't be able to tolerate a studio fade-out without scoffing ever again. We have a lot of fun making this music over and over again everytime we get the chance. You can hear that and have some too.

The songs were tracked live, ensemble to digital world. Sure we got a few extra Mikes & Daves doing the backup vocals on that one tune... and some other stunts, nothing we couldn't do live, if you weren't watching closely, sort of. The hardest part was keeping it down to 12 songs. Guess we'll have to do another.

Beyond the mere aspect of a cash sale, we sincerely hope you'll purchase this music because, if you've read this far, your are 812% more likely to Enjoy It!

TALE #2: Full of sound and Fury... Betcha you can find our website at llammadalis.com.

TALE#3
THE Llama lyrics

hair on fire
the fire from my hair lights a dark parade
i could see the love or i could see the hate
either way i know i choose
i hold some figure of a porcelain saint
and cry for a time when i'm not a slave
i pray and pray to be brave
i take off the monkey who's got my hat
i turn around and the monkey's back
the monkey on me is a tricky old thing
with half a heart i still insist
the beauty is she still resists
until i know that my heart is burnin'
i'm a man with my hair on fire
i'm a one with my hair on fire
i'm a man with my hair on fire
the old man says as he takes his coat
don't look there 'less you want to go
the lake that you want is only over there
don't get tragic and don't get glib
all you gotta know this is all there is
all our hair's on fire run together
i can take the high road, take the low
either way i know i'm gonna go
at least i know i am on my way
my hair's on fire and that's a fact
i can go to the lake and i can run back
either way i know i'm going naked

sleep in September
There’ll be time for sleep in September.
Three months went by and I feel like I’m dead.
There will be relief in September.
Work is work. And what is done is done.
I try tell you, I try tell you, done.
We find time to touch a little later.
I am sad, but working is my fun.
I have missed the boat. I’m in the water.
But now I won’t complain until I’m clean.
There’s no use in complaining ‘till I’m clean.
And life pulls it out into the fast gear.
And passes up the useless standing by.
I did get my hands around the tailpipe.
Dragging, but I didn’t miss the ride!
And my hands are burning up in style!


Planted
planted in the valley
in the valley i grow
in the stone house
by the big oak
the water flows, the water flows
and the spaces come between me
opening me up
the sky comes down into me
filling up my golden hopes
and the valley is so fertile
the sun comes flowing in
and the landscape’s full of motion
the fields are full of friends
and valley lays so gently
the silence is just right
not enough to drive me crazy
but enough to make me cry
dancing in the valley
the sounds come then surround me
the trance of fireflies
and the leaping of the fox
the wood of my table
is thick and cut strong
oh the taste of the garden
keeps lasting on my tongue
refrain

Blue Noise
Blue noise, It’s always soft, while we make out long
Car lights fadin’ in then out, now I’m back with you
The rustle of the neighbors in their tv room
Eatin’ their dinner, they’ll be leavin soon
Brown scent in your velvet neck, I’m tenderly with your breath
Dark eyes, filling with pleasure
Now I am back in you
The rustle of the neighbors in their tv room
Eatin’ their dinner, they’ll be leavin soon
The world goes on and on and on and on like we are gone
The world goes on and on and on and on like we are gone
My mind goes to what’s not done, my work is never finished long
But it all gets done, it just seems to happen, now I am back with you

set me free
Free! You set me free!
Please come with me. Oh I need to hold you.
I’m you’re four strong walls. I’m gonna hold the wind off.
You’re a sky I love to gaze into your eyes.
And you’re quiet walk through all the autumn leaves.
And you’re a dream I hope for every time I sleep.
And you’re a thunderstorm that does just as it pleases.
Well I hope you know that it turns me on and sets me free.
Free! You set me free!
You hold the wind off. And I need to hold you.
Please come with me. Oh I need to hold you.
I’m you’re four strong walls. I’m gonna hold the wind off.
I’ll be your roof to hold it off. Well I hold it off now.
Bed to lay you down in. Gonna lay you down now.
Breeze to stir me up. Come on and stir me up now.
Sun to make it right. You warm my heart and fill me up.
Oh you fill me up. Oh yeah.
Free! You set me free!
Well you hold the hold the wind off. And I need to hold you.
You need to hold me . I need to hold you.
Free! You set me free!


Imust
I could live alone in the woods
Feelin the wind and the sun touch me
Feel the trees spreadin’ all their roots all the way through me
I could be into the clouds passing watching the movement of birds feeding
Feed the sticks to a nights fire,
icould be drinkin’ from a quiet spring
But for some reason I must
go out
I must not retreat
I must
Dive into the raging river,
and it kills me a little bit but I must let it go
I must
Not go into that kind of peace
Yet
I go into the river of traffic all around me
The sky is occluded with smoke and buildings it’s so hard to see
And The people all seem to be waiting for something and no one knows what
Then I’m looking at a soul who’s eyes are open
And they touch me
refrain
I could live alone in the woods
Feelin the wind and the sun touch me
Feel the trees spreadin’ all their roots all the way through me
I could be into the clouds passing watching the movement of birds feeding
Feed the sticks to a nights fire,
icould be drinkin’ from a quiet spring


powerless
sometimes we are powerless to do such simple things,
try to do the best thing
we are powerless
sometimes when we need it most or think we do at least
we call on everything
we are powerless
and so as we fall we just fall on down
and we hope like hell in the end we’ll land
and so as we fall we just fall on down
what’s the use in balance when it’s only in your head
we are powerless
Sometimes we are impotent when we want it most
Sometimes I wonder if it’s coincidence
Sometimes we depend too much on controlling things
That we when we find we are powerless
and so as we fall we just fall on down
and we hope like hell in the end we’ll land
and so as we fall we just fall on down
what’s the use in balance when it’s only in your head
we are powerless
sometimes paradoxes blow my mind away
shapes with three dimensions need a moving eye
sometimes we are powerless when we hold it all
sometimes we are powerful when we let it go


too much money
Cracking down on keeping things.
Hoping all is his right until he dies.
Oh. He’s so mad. …
Holding on too tight he loses everything…everything he was.
Nothing holding water, everything is sliding back, right into the earth.
Oh. He’s so mad….
Oh. He’s gone mad….
Too much money in the pocket of a man.
Is there too much money in the pocket of a man
who doesn’t hear a thing they say?
Is there too much swimming in the pool –la, la, la,-
getting water on the brain?
Oh. It’s so sad.
Oh. He’s gone mad.
Oh. He’s so mad.
Too much money in the pocket of a man…..
Is there too much money in the pocket of a man
who doesn’t hear a thing they say?
Is there too much swimming in the pool –la, la, la,-
getting water on the brain?
Too much money in the pocket of a man.


workin’
what ya call workin goin’ to the workplace
hatin’ what your doin’ goin’ back to home space
a job needs doin’ so you turn gangslave
tradin’ misery a perfect chain gang
hatin’ what your made to do
caught inside a dry machine
thinkin’ that life’s a bore
don’t wanna do it no more
a workin and a workin and a workin
and a workin and a workina and a workin no more
you go to yours across the workin town
mom stays at home and hates the kids fun
what ya call workin better be painful
make it boring make it disdainful
some do it outside in the backyard
swearin at the sweet sweat in the garden
a workin and a workin and a workin
and a workin and a workina and a workin no more
doe it make ya angry to see me happy
I’m gonna leave ya cuz I gotta play more
Play all day
a workin and a workin and a workin
and a workin and a workina and a workin no more




prayer
a prayer to understand
a prayer to understand again
what is changing moon
what is moon changing to
what is water
what is water up to
water rising
water rise into my eyes
then escaping
water going out from me
i don’t mind if the lake is too damn still
to sail
i don’t mind if the sun is too hot to walk
please remind me
and then please reind me again
what’s behind this
what am i doing here


this is to you
This is to you, my love.
Sleeping away, my love.
And dreaming everything is good.
Now you have me, my love.
Making it safe for you
To have it just the way you see.
And I’ll be here in the way that you want me to be..
Then I will sing to my angel.
You are not mine, my love.
And yet you are mine, my love.
And I will not change my love.
And, yet, I will change my love.
And when you wake I’ll be touching you softly.
Laying my breath upon your sleeping head.
This is to you my love.
Sleeping away my love.
And dreaming everything is good.
And I’ll be here in the way that you want me to be..
And then I will sing to my angel.



is it not enough
that you melt inside my eyes
and soak me

is it not enough
that torrential rains expose the heart
of the earth, of the earth
in desert

is it not enough
that an ember has burnt me
in the cold

wanting more from bliss
than moments passing
wanting more from bliss
than greed could gaurantee

what wishes do i dwell on
that feel like stalking hunters
protect me and confuse me into lieing down
from all that’s in my pockets and all that’s in my bones
i am looking at an undecided way

wanting more from bliss
than rain evaporating
wanting more from bliss
than greed could gaurantee

is it not enough
to be within
this thin exquisite skin

is it not enough
that you melt inside my eyes
and soak me




TALE#4: Look we all do a zillion things that we love, piecing together the wonderful life. we are lovers, parents, workers of wood, makers of fine food, editors in the digital universe, artists of all possible combo, etc. If you listed all our collective current jobs we figure we'd have everything but astrophysics and president of the united states covered. Mike and Dave are of course brothers, they grew up in Wellsboro Pa. (mostly. all though some still wonder silently if they ever have quite gotten there) and have been recording their music since 1975 together and with various fabulous friends, playing with bands that always relied on sensible straight forward names to match their sensible straight forward music: Ticaoo Brain, the Shaggy Dogs, Neo Pseudo and now the Lllama Dalis. Steve has played all over the known universe sharing his delicate yet ripping guitar, notably with Bob Lowery Band and the Hix. He is also is well recognized for leaping on top of other things like a goat (it's a specialty that someone has to do). Bob has played all possible musical universes, spanning old timey jams, the Angel Band, and David Bromberg. The boys just love to play together and music comes really easily betwixt them all. What fun. What great fun.

Thanks,

the Llama Dalis




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