Welcome!. Please listen to the raintribe README podcast. Then subscribe to our podcast or just download music. We’ll be posting more songs over time. The categories on the right includes our first album, Ancient Spacemen, our (new) second album, chantmoansingwhisperscream and unreleased and perhaps even unfinished songs in the Unreleased category. If you like our music please let us know! I’ve added a donate button in hopes that you’ll give us a buck per song you like. But first just check out some tunes!

Black Irish. Black Irish Words and Music by Michael Koppelman Black Irish My name is blood, salt and sea I am the wood of the gnarled Oak tree I am the light that you never see Written in the story of history My name is dirt, wind and fire I am stone and bone and wire I am the light the you never see Hidden in the forest of mystery I am the wood of the gnarled Oak tree And you are ash and earthen too You are smoke and meat and glue You are the light that is never lit In the greed of the City of Sweat and Spit I am the wood of the gnarled Oak tree My name is blood, salt and sea I am the wood of the gnarled Oak tree I am the light that you never see Written in the story of history © 2005 Tribe of Angels

Muddy Water. Muddy Water Words and music by Michael Koppelman, Steve Mayone & Sara Brami. Muddy Water Muddy water the Devil’s daughter Inviting you to view the slaughter Sacrifice of men by mice And chicken’s blood at twice the price Witches rule the day today Voodoo, magic, bones and clay Pins and needles Herbs and power The Devil’s daughter muddy water Kalideascope on southern schemes Mississippi cajun dreams With a lover’s thirst he sought her The Devil’s daughter muddy water Muddy water the Devil’s daughter Inviting you to view the slaughter Sacrifice of men by mice The Devil’s daughter muddy water © 2005 Tribe of Angles

Same As Yesterday. Same As Yesterday Words and Music by Michael Koppelman. Same As Yesterday Knowing A morning grey and fey and lightly snowing I do believe I really should be going The time is high and so am I Up where the seagulls fly away It’s the same as yesterday Caring I must admit it doesn’t feel like sharing Bleeding out your life and seldom daring Now the time is through and so are you Don’t know what you should do or say It’s the same as yesterday © 2005 Tribe of Angles

Treasure Map. Treasure Map Words and music by Michael Koppelman, Kurt Koppelman, and Stephe Mayone Treasure Map Open the book to page thirteen Treasure map, follow it, try to find me Open the book and you’ll see what I mean Figure it out and you’ve figured out me Feel the paper that leaves no trace See the lines on the page are the lines on my face Do you want me to crawl, do you want me to rise? The end of the story is yours to write Follow the cat to the triple-eye Mumble a prayer to the open sky Take a drink from the bottle of the gypsy queen Wash it all off in the Buddha’s dream Feel the paper that leaves no trace See the lines on the page are the lines on my face Do you want me to crawl, do you want me to rise? The end of the story is yours to write But you give it all up on a wild ride You give it all up for a good time Yeah, you give it away on a wild ride You give it all up for a good high You give it away on a wild ride You give it all up for good time Feel the paper that leaves no trace See the lines on the page are the lines on my face Do you want me to crawl, do you want me to rise? The end of the story is yours to write © 2005 Tribe of Angels

Up To You. Up To You Words and music by Michael Koppelman Michael Koppelman: Guitar, vocals, strange noises Kurt Koppelman: Bass, strange noises Andrew Deckard: Drums, percussion, strange noises Recorded by Dave Kent at Synergy Studios, Minneapolis MN Up To You How do you go from high to low? Why can you see what I mean? How can it be such a mystery These desperate things you have seen? But if it was up to me, you’d be young and I’d be free . . . That’s all you’ve known, “Leave me alone” Is all you know how to do But I can see through the misery That something else tries to get through But if it was up to you, would you change the things you do . . . ? Do you think you’ll do the deed someday? Make up your mind and blow yourself away? It’s not the thing I’d like to be But it’s not up to me How do you go from high to low? Why can you see what I mean? How can you be such a mystery And never go in between? But if it was up to you, you’d be young and I’d be free . . . It’s not the thing I’d like to be Make up your mind but it’s not up to me If death’s a thing you want to do I guess it’s up to you © 2005 Tribe of Angels (ASCAP)

Money. Money Words and Music by Michael Koppelman © 2005 Tribe of Angels This one is unfinished, just like I promised. It’s an old song for me that I’ve never gotten properly recorded. I wrote it when I was working at Paisley Park, probably around 1991 or so. This recording is far from perfect but let me know what you think.

Free Man. Free Man Words and Music by Michael Koppelman Free Man I’m a free man Well that’s what they say I got no job, I got no pay A free man but I’m hungry My master in a new kind of slavery I’m a free man But I got no soul If you ask the rich men in control A free man but I got no right To live with my family with heat and light If money is the measure of society A poor man’s got no right to even be If money is the measure of society A poor man’s got no right to even be A free man is a warrior I’m just one man But my neighbor is too And the neighbor of my neighbor Is a fine man too And three men when they organize Become three thousand then free men rise ‘Cause battle is the language of history A free man fights to keep all people free Battle is the language of history A free man fights to keep all people free A free man is a warrior © 2005 Tribe of Angels

Where Blackbirds Fly. Where Blackbirds Fly Words and Music by Michael Koppelman Michael Koppelman: Acoustic and electric guitars, lead vocals Kurt Koppelman: Bass, mandolin, background vocals Andrew Deckard: Drums, percussion Recorded at Synergy Studios, Minneapolis MN Where Blackbirds Fly Way up where the blackbirds fly The Pharaohs live and they rule when they die And no one stops to question why Just get in line and pray and so do I Way up high the blackbirds sing All life is lost and the dead are king And they drink their wine of black sunshine And never hear all the pain of the place behind Way down in this land of sin The Earth feels real and I want to get in To let my body lie and spirit fly To that place in the sky where the blackbirds fly © 2005 Tribe of Angels

Spirits Are Moving. Spirits Are Moving Words and Music by Michael Koppelman Spirits Are Moving People live and people die People seldom wonder why People go and people stay People throw their lives away People live and people die People die and people live People sin and they forgive People work and people play People lie and they betray People take and people give And this is all you’ll ever have What you get is what you grab This is all you’ll ever be What you get is what you see People high and people low People bright and people slow People quick and people dead Hiding underneath your bed People come and people go And this is all you’ll ever have What you get is what you grab This is all you’ll ever be What you get is what you see © 2005 Tribe of Angels

Fear. Fear Words and Music by Michael Koppelman Michael Koppelman: Acoustic and electric guitars, lead vocals Kurt Koppelman: Bass, acoustic mandolin Andrew Deckard: Drums, percussion Stephe Mayone: Electric mandolin Recorded at Synergy Studios, Minneapolis MN Fear When you say what you mean to me Well it doesn’t mean a thing, cause I know that you’ve never been free And you say that you need to know Well it’s obvious you don’t by the way that you just say so Then you say what you mean to me And it doesn’t mean a thing, cause I know that you’ve never been free Then you say you need a perfect life And you want it on a platter overnight with your perfect wife Then you plan what you’re gonna do With the big bag of money that they give you just for being you Then you say what you mean to me and it doesn’t mean a thing, cause I know that you’ve never been free © 2005 Tribe of Angels

Pocketful of Promises. Pocketful of Promises Words and Music by Stephen Mayone Pocketful of Promises Where do you go With a pocketful of promises Inside your coat Underneath your hat Do you where it out Or keep it where the sun don’t shine Keep your fingers clean Keep yourself intact There’s something more Everyone is telling me But all I know is what I see When I dig deep into my pockets full of promises All I feel are my hands and fists Now I believe That accidents don’t happen Yeah I believe in the Mother Ship And what I’ll be has already happened Got a full tank of gas Let’s let it rip I wish I could Turn off all the voices Yeah I would Call the whole thing off But people think that I don’t know my choices With a pocketful of promise © 2005 Mayone Music (SESAC)

A Kind of Peace of Mind. A Kind of Peace of Mind Words and Music by Michael Koppelman & Steve Mayone A Kind of Peace of Mind She said it’s something you’ll find A kind of peace of mind Never think ahead and never look behind She said you’ll make it someday If you look the right way And never listen to what other people say Hard as I try is it getting any better Is it something inside or just something in the weather Heaven is hidden but it isn’t that far If you figure out who you are She said nothing that day That was meant the right way But I figured it out as she turned away That it’s something I’ll find A kind of peace of mind Never think ahead and never look behind © 2005 Tribe of Angels (ASCAP) and Mayone Music (SESAC)

Feeling Normal. Feeling Normal Words and Music by Michael Koppelman and Steve Mayone Feeling Normal Open up your eyes and look around All the little people running ’round Precious little sunlight fading down I don’t remember nothing I remember those days feeling normal Chasing all the pretty girls I remember most days feeling normal Now I don’t feel nothing I don’t feel nothing Close up all the windows laying low Geometry is backwards time moves slow A world full of things you don’t want to know I don’t remember nothing I remember those days feeling normal Chasing all the pretty girls I remember most days feeling normal I don’t want to be It’s obvious to see that you never loved me I don’t want to be It’s obvious to see that you never loved me Open up your eyes and look around All the little people running ’round Precious little sunlight fading down I don’t remember nothing I remember those days feeling normal Chasing all the pretty girls I remember most days feeling normal I don’t want to be It’s obvious to see that you never loved me I don’t want to be It’s obvious to see that you never loved me I won’t want to see All the things you’ll be in your life without me I don’t want to be It’s obvious to see that you never loved me © 2005 Tribe of Angels (ASCAP) and Mayone Music (SESAC)

Almost. Almost Words and Music by Michael Koppelman Almost Half way open Dimly lit Almost real Almost it Almost love Almost sex Almost Almost heaven Almost earth Almost dying Almost birth Almost over Almost done Almost © 2005 Tribe of Angels (ASCAP)

Anyday Now. Anyday Now Words and Music by Michael Koppelman Michael Koppelman: Acoustic & electric guitar, keyboards, vocals Kurt Koppelman: Bass Andrew Deckard: Drums, percussion Stephe Mayone: Lead guitar Recorded at Synergy Studios, Minneapolis MN Anyday Now It’s a good time To read my mind And it’s the right day to go away It’s the same thing as the day before and it’s the right time to walk out that door And I’m going away Anyday now Just you wait and see I’m on my way Anyday now It’s a good day to lose your mind If you can’t find it You could always have mine And it’s the first time it occurred to me That now is the one time I have to be free And I’m going away Anyday now Just you wait and see I’m on my way Anyday now © 2005 Tribe of Angels (ASCAP)

Dusty Silence. Dusty Silence Words and Music by Steve Mayone & Michael Koppelman Dusty Silence Dusty silence what’s it to you You’re a bitter companion Rusty violence doesn’t get through You’re a bitter companion Nothing beckons like a lover Passing of hysteria Cold as winter dark as dying All this pain could bury ya Echos empty nothing changes You’re a bitter companion Something less than fear and danger You’re a bitter companion © 2005 Mayone Music (SESAC) and Tribe of Angels (ASCAP)

Yum Da Da Dum. Yum Da Da Dum Music by Michael Koppelman, Steve Mayone and Kurtis Koppelman © 2005 Tribe of Angels (ASCAP) and Mayone Music (SESAC)

Never Really Mine. Never Really Mine Word and Music by Michael Koppelman Never Really Mine You say you want to die But I can’t help but feel that’s a lie As if this room wasn’t empty enough You’re painted black and never coming back And after all You never really knew me After all You never could see through me After all this time You were never really Never really mine You say you’ve had enough You’re dying in the middle And you feel too little For one so tough And one of these days you’re gonna give it away. I’ll paint it blue and wait ’til I die too © 2005 Tribe of Angels (ASCAP)

Sick. Sick Words and music by Michael Koppelman Sick It is sick, that old trick It’s a twisted, fucked up sin Sick like a porno flick, that slowly draws you in It is profane and perverse, like a sexy Satan verse You’re lonely in a way that just makes you want to play You are sick It is sick, what you lick It is horny to the hilt Sick like that needle prick and drop of blood you spilt It is dark, unholy lust that just makes you wanna bust It’s dirty in a way, that just makes you play and play You are sick Michael Koppelman: Electric guitar, vocals Kurt Koppelman: Bass Andrew Deckard: Drums, percussion Stephe Mayone: Electric guitar Recorded at Tricord Studios, Minneapolis MN © 1995 Tribe of Angels (ASCAP)

Judgment Day. Judgment Day Words and Music by Michael Koppelman, Steve Mayone and Kurtis Koppelman Judgment Day In and among the heartless I wonder about the clueless Put me among the curious And the spiritual slaves With the will of the world behind us War as a form of kindness Death marches on relentless For capital gains Morning gave her warning And the wind blow black with rain And heaven sings a love song Filled with pain The ocean magic potion Of a witches evil brew Will open up And swallow you You said Jesus Christ on judgment day Will come and set you free But judgment day is here and where is he Winter old and bitter and the ice is dull and grey Heaven’s house is empty on judgment day Listen to the meaning And forget the words Of all the ancient prophesies And philosophies The teaching is a raft and you don’t need it When you make it to the other shore Not anymore © 1995 Tribe of Angels (ASCAP) and Mayone Music (SESAC)

Love Like Death. Love Like Death Words and Music by Michael Koppelman and Sara Brami Love Like Death Dying from your poison Like the other boys and Feeling really stupid looking in your eyes Listen to the gun shots Every time we contact Feel the blood just oozing right from where I smile There’s no remorse Your love’s like death No remorse ‘Cause I can hold my breath And your love’s like death Bleeding from your dagger Inhibitions stagger Feelings really wicked lurking in your smile Drowning in your downpour Stranded on a far shore Feel the breath escaping right from where I smile © 2005 Tribe of Angels (ASCAP)

Dreaming. Dreaming Words and Music by Michael Koppelman Dreaming Sleeping on a bed of roses Flowers bloom beneath our noses Love so high you dream awake You’re dreaming You’re scheming to be someone you are not A kiss of breathless passion A wish that anything can happen Tonight I die and I die for you Waking in a dream of water In the arms of someone’s daughter Love so high you dream awake You’re dreaming You’re scheming to be someone you are not A kiss of deathless passion A wish that anything can happen Tonight I die and I die for you © 2005 Tribe of Angels (ASCAP)

Like Snow. Like Snow Words and Music by Michael Koppelman Like Snow Letting go Let me go Let me fall again Like snow Let me go Letting go Let me blow away Like yesterday Like yesterday What did Lennon say I believe in yesterday? Well i’m afraid I don’t see it that way And I know Where to go Only I know where You won’t find me there And when I go Let me go Let me fall again Like snow © 2006 Tribe of Angels

chant is complete. Hi. Just a note to let you know that I have uploaded the entire album now of chantmoansingwhisperscream. My next task is to upload ISO disk images of the audio CD’s so you can download them and burn them yourself. I sequence the songs tightly together, so when you download them individually they may sound a bit cut off at the beginning or end. The album experience is a bit different than the ’song here and song there’ experience. I want to thank those who have donated money. My experiment of whether people will pay for free music is on-going. I am very pleased that my visits/hits have gone up by a factor of 10 or 20 since I started this updated site. Clearly more people have listened to my music than would have if I was just handing out CD’s to my friends! That is the goal. I have a few more songs to upload on our older Ancient Spacemen CD and I also have some more unreleased stuff I want to upload, so please stay tuned and thank you for your support. Michael

Woman. This got cut form chantmoansingwhisperscream but I still like it. Woman Words and Music by Michael Koppelman © 2006 Tribe of Angels (ASCAP)

Deeper. Deeper Words and Music by Michael Koppelman Deeper Let it out Faster, faster Let it out Longer, stronger Let it out I need it, I want it, I got it for today Let it out Meaner, cleaner Let it out And be there, be there Let it out I need it, I want it, I got it for today Let me in Deeper, deeper Let me in Deeper, deeper Let me in Deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper Words and music by Michael Koppelman Michael Koppelman: Electric guitar, vocals Kurt Koppelman: Bass Andrew Deckard: Drums, percussion Stephe Mayone: Lead guitar Steve Noonan: Electric guitar Recorded at Synergy Studios, Minneapolis MN © 1995 Tribe of Angels (ASCAP)

Someone Else’s. This is a dumb little song I wrote and recorded today on GarageBand. Someone Else’s You think I want to be right I think you want to be wrong I think you just want to fight Like we’ve done for so long You think I wanna be someone else’s man You think I wanna be all alone again You think I wanna be someone I don’t understand? I don’t understand You say you want me to stay I feel like I should leave I never could say What it is you believe Do you wanna be someone else’s girl Do you wanna be someone else’s world Do you wanna be someone else’s girl? I don’t understand You say you just want to live I say I feel like I’ll die You say you’ve nothing to give And you’re starting to cry Do I wanna be someone else’s man Do I wanna be all alone again Do I wanna be someone I don’t understand? I don’t understand © 2006 Tribe of Angels (ASCAP) All rights reserved.

Be. This is a song from 1993, the raintribe olden days. Be I don’t have to worry about What you think of me I just need to be what I can be I don’t need to worry about Finding world peace Inner peace can make the world complete And I don’t have to lie to you I don’t have to hide the truth And I don’t need to cheat or steal To make me feel real I don’t have to worry about What tomorrow brings Worrying has never changed a thing And I don’t have to give a damn I don’t have to draw a plan For God and man to follow after me I just have to be. Words and Music by Michael Koppelman © 1993 Tribe of Angels (ASCAP)

Oh no.. I made a myspace page.

Anyday Now by Erin Hamilton. Anyday Now This is a song I wrote with Erin Hamilton singing it. She really sings the ass off of it and I think this recording is amazing. We recorded this at my house on January 1993.

Kate Bush Bootleg. I’ve never bootlegged anything before and I am a little nervous about this. This is a tape I found from about 17 years ago when I worked for Prince. It is the original version of Kate Bush’s song Why Should I Love You prior to the “collaboration” between Prince and Kate on the song. It is much, much better than what ended up on the album. Kate, I’m sorry. Email me if this is a problem. The world should hear this song. Why Should I Love You, original version (MP3, 6:40 12.3MB) UPDATE: I have removed the link to this song pending Kate Bush emailing me and telling me it is OK for me to keep it available.

Free. Yet another song called Free. I wrote this song in 1993 but I just recorded it today using Logic, which I acquired recently (and quite like!). This is basically unfinished at this point… Free So this is the lesson of history Measured in the power of the military I fight you and you fight me And that’s the way that we are free What’s the difference if anarchy Takes the place of society I kill you and you kill me And that’s the way that we are free In every story our fathers tell Is the lesson that they learned well If I don’t kill him he’ll kill me And that’s the way that we stay free That’s the way that we are free © 2008 Tribe of Angels. All rights reserved.

Eyes of the Sea. This is a new silly little song I wrote. Eyes of the Sea (MP3, 4.9MB, 2:38) Eyes of the Sea I was just a little boy Sailing a toy Down by the sea Only me When she washed up on shore Holding an oar And she looked once at me With eyes of the sea And I started to cry in the tide As the child mermaid died Where did she go? Down below What did she say? Come this way Now I’m not a little boy Sailing a toy Now I live on the sea My boat and me And we came to a squall The ocean a wall And it swept me away Under the waves And I don’t recall What happened at all But I died In the arms of a small mermaid child Who smiled At me With the eyes of the sea

A Long Way To Go. A Long Way To Go (MP3, 5.0MB, 02:43) There’s a rope around my neck And with just another step I will finally look my maker in the eye And it’s hard to say good-bye So I smile when I cry And my heart breaks And takes it all in stride And it’s one down, a long way to go There’s a rope around my heart And it tears me apart And I can’t take The hate it makes Yeah it’s hard to say good-bye Don’t say I didn’t try I gotta go The only way I know And it’s one down, a long way to go © 2008 Tribe of Angels

Holy shit: a gig!.

Maker’s Mark Presents: “Original Songs and Sour Mash Sunday’s” Live at Bootlegger’s on December 14th: Travis Merchant Raintribe Molly Maher 7-10p.m. $5.00 Cover Broadcast Live on Twincitiesradio.net