The Swine Lakes

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released June 19, 2014

Milo's vocals (2-11, 15), Sophie's vocals (5, 8-13, 15)

sometimes electric: guitar (1, 3, 5, 7, 8, 10, 13, 14) & harp (1, 2, 6, 8, 9, 13-15)

bass guitar (9, 15)
kantele (10-12)
assorted electronics (2-6, 8, 9, 11-15)

strings played with a bow: [ kantele (6, 8), psaltery (8, 12) & mountain dulcimer (13, 15) ]

Cassette edition of 100, label Tallow Seclusion (TASE 01)

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The Swine Lakes Northampton, Massachusetts

Sophie Leetmaa & Milo Eden

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Track Name: Amber Piece
come on now, take my hand
I'll take you round the riverbend
where the sun never sets and the moon reigns high
courtship of another kind

who do you think you are/ wayward well wisher
I'm the light from a dead star/ do you stray very far?
do you see what's left of me/ I don't believe in destiny
we're mutual, inaccessibly
insects in one amber piece

what hasn't happened, you want to know why, oh why
you gave it so many true, ultimately useless tries, most tries
life seems to finally kick in, only to dim and die, most die
yet neither you nor I

come on now, once again...
Track Name: Ice Pond
found an ice pond and broke in
I was looking for something
wound up half froze and bloated
only dredged out come spring

hauled myself out and spoke through stagnant water
again, I said
so soon I fall sick again
said it alone because everyone knows
it's necessary for the ill to stay away
but go on and ignore it, I might
it's happened before, and I really want to see you tonight

now a distant situation
told you it's not contagious
distracted by the shadow cast of your hand to your lips
wonder if you could see of this
you avert your gaze, I drift away

indoors between dry walls
red room's floor that recalls
of a mercury ocean
sudden nausea's return

again, I said
...
but try to ignore it, if I look a fright
it does happen so often, and I wanted to see you tonight
Track Name: Idle Times
time rusting away, joy running away
sliding down through water, running down or squandered
your idle times passed you by
you missed your chance, it has lapsed...
Track Name: Heedless
I clear where I've sought to lie, as if searching for water by the bedside
reaching, slow sweeping with my fingertips
Track Name: Old June
a very dark afternoon, deep green & dim
like an old june
one doesn't quite walk so much as swim
in the sweet humidity and simmered heat

it was like the roses were boiled
lilies-of-the-valley melting
all dripping clear oil
yet lavender dries to moulting
collects on my veil
gets so faded when sunlight's curtailed
by these trees' occulting
and the season's tilting
I hear breathing lilting
there's some girl in the garden
exhaling through air of alcoholic perfume
look how this hyacinth's uncommonly pale
but astilbe's gone too far
the dew is wet and stale
rotting not wilting
but hydrangea go frail
and broken frame the trail
honeysuckle's nectar sticking
I lay down on the soil and scrape out my nails
daisy chains have failed, too soft they've all been splitting
Track Name: In Stead
onset
latent
reflection
blatant

some psychic reverie, delayed memory

I had bought you a smokey pearl choker
I had thought your shoulder would be even colder
so I brought you a stole sewn with silver thread...

strewn about
go through
it's not untrue
another turn of the screw

trade your blessings for
the dark mirror ceiling below
where I lie in repose on my waterbed