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What The People Say

 

Delicious, Jazzy and Fresh!
Bay Area-based Diggsville has created one of the hippest, grooviest records I have heard in a long time. With solid drums keeping the flow in the rear, we get layers of loungey piano, sax and sexy, sexy female vocals. Rarely does one hear such a s eamless infusion of electronica and jazz-infused funk. They sustain an awesome level of chill, and they don’t skimp on the protions either -  there isn’t a jam on this record less than 5 minutes. Lovin’ it.

-Don Pflaster of Impact Press Magazine

 

Catch the Flavor Immediately

Oh these are songs from somewhere alright. Somewhere deep inside where the groove is resting in our veins waiting to be pumped out and encouraged. Electronica, jazz, and trip-hop mashed up righteously on Diggsville’s “songs from Nowhere” which feature female vocals blending the influence of Portishead and Delerium into one beautiful collage. Hip bands like this that are just mere steps aware from smooth jazz are a rare treat.

-J-Sin SmotherNet Magazine

 

Dreamtempo quintet Diggsville conjures up vibey, sex-ductive chill beats reminiscent of Brit trip-hoppers the Sneaker Pimps

-San Jose Mercury News

 

Sexy, Spooky, Seductive and Sinful!

This is without question, the sexiest, spookiest, most seductively sinful disc of the decade. I honestly cannot stop playing it. Jazzy, funky, danceable, almost edible beats…And that voice! America’s undiscovered auditory treasure. The songs themselves: atmospheric, almost cinematic, they take you far, far away…Fantastic musicianship and superb production. If these are ‘songs from nowhere’ please Lord, send me there!

-Steven Schub of The Fenwicks & Haskala

 

Completely draws you in with a sound that haunts your head! This is a band you tell your friends to come out and see to believe….Karen’s vocals and stage presence up front are completely captivation; while the strident combination of bass and drums effectively drives a smooth and tantalizing groove right through your brain cells.

-Michael Hollingshead of Satellite Sky

 

One of the most sexy and evocative CDs to be produced in years. Diggsville’s “Songs from Nowhere” takes me where I want to go.

-Erica Jordan of Jordan Films & Pivotal Eye

 

Diggsville is highly original. Beautiful packaging and excellent production.

              -Margaret Pitcher of Electricwomb.com

 

 

Lyrics

 

 

 

 

 

All lyrics copyrighted by Karen Mitchell

 

 Daze of Normal Life

 

You – smoking this and drinking that.
Your outlook’s hopeless.
Hoping that you won’t fall flat.
You don’t want to think,
Don’t want to feel.
Hoping that the numbness will make it real.

You- you’re dreaming of this.
You – you always smoking this,
drinking that, shooting this and flipping the phat.


Living life like a warzone navigation;
Searching the city streets for comfort and salvation.

Ride the highs and crashes,
Smoke your dreams to ashes.
Beneath the wounds and gashes
mid-day scenes, back flashes.

 

Well, I don’t want to hear it.
No, I don’t want to know
your bitter consultation.
There’s nothing going on.
You’re living with the pain of doing and not forgiving.
You’ve got to forgive.
You’ve got to forgive yourself.

 

Ride the highs and crashes,
Smoke your dreams to ashes.
Beneath the wounds and gashes
mid-day scenes, back flashes.

 

 

Behind closed doors she’s pulling two black pins from her eyes.

Behind closed doors he’s tearing at the seams between the words and the lies.

They can’t believe the things they’ve seen,

the cruelty and the callousness that shadows this life.

Behind closed doors they’re digging up and pulling out their final lines,

a lasting disguise.

Behind closed doors.

 

Behind closed doors the whispering and wandering,

the buzzing ghosts still traveling beneath her skin.

The blood that burns, the dreams that turn,

the willingness to move along and never give in.

Behind closed doors they’re digging up and pulling out their final lines,

a lasting disguise.

The great escape is keeping faith in a world of waste and emptiness and compromise. Behind closed doors.

Behind closed doors.

Behind closed doors.

 

Ooo yeah – they try and they try.

Ooo yeah – they try

and they try.

And they try, they try, they try.

Fiippin the Phat

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