5 Dollars in your mouth, you catch a fever that wants to cool you out.

It works you over and it rains our worlds together.

It's just a shifting year at the already end.

And Saturday's the third and long series of planets that have been burned.

Let's start with Monday and work our way through.

And so there's nothing left but the sun in you.

Now give me a ride to your holiday and make me stay, make me stay.

The skin down to your thighs in a perfect way, gone anyway, gone anyway.

And so there's nothing left but the sun in you.

5 Dollars in your mouth, you catch a fever that wants to cool you out.

That was Mike Dumovitch with the song 5 Dollars off of his full length message.

That's an odd spelling M while it's not word.

I'm going to take a little bit of a piece from Brian Barr, freelance writer of No Depression, Harp, Seattle Stranger.

If you're your back, Mike Dumovitch played an entrancing set opening for Jesse Sykes and the sweet hair after slouched over his guitar, grinning sheepishly from under his ball cap.

His notes rang as clear and as true as anything I'd heard since laying ears on John Fahey many moons ago and it continues.

If you want to get more of that story head on over to his MySpace page at MySpace.com slash Mike Dumovitch.

That's M-I-K-E-D-U-M-O-V-I-C-H.

By the way we put another sister song over in the Indie Pop channel so rush on over there and listen to that one as well.

And we're awfully happy we had a chance to introduce you to Mike.

Make sure you come on back.