Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Music for the Deep Woods: A Collaboration.


This is Laura Sheeran's debut EP Music for the Deep Woods which can be downloaded here. Laura is a a creative powerhouse. She is a visual spectacle, an aural wonder, a photographic genius, a siren, an hallucination, a brilliant child! I love her for her openness and her attitudes of abundance and creative exchange. Her work stems from a place of absolute wonder and imagination - she is as abundant in her production as she is inspirational to those who are priviledged to be connected to her in friendship and collaboration.

And I was proud collaborator on Laura's first release, writing lyrics for two tracks, 'Lupine Rot' and 'Under Ice'. There is definitely an Angela Carter sycronicity between the imagery Laura creates around her and the sound she so tenderly and vigorously cultivates. I think I have tapped into that engery in the following poems. I am including the full transcript of the lyrics here, in their original form:

Under Ice
By Emily Aoibheann

It's hotter than you think in here!
It's hotter than you think,
under ice.
It slaps of cold and stings of heat –
"I'm burning, I'm buring under here!
I am buring! I'm on fire!"

I am strangled and I float,
Elated and bereft.
The sufocation makes me weep, seeping –
"I'm crying can't you see
I'm dead, I'm dead!"

Tears stream and freeze,
My liquid grave is made of tears –
My eyes, the water, they are one,
I can see for centuries!

My heart,
It is red red red,
My breast,
It's bursting.
My lips,
Are red red
My tongue…

Is red –
Binded in the icy tomb
Swimming in the coldest womb, my hollow mother –

Pushes me down
it pleases me
You show me you are ugly,
You are coming to kiss me!

You touch my insides, outside.
You tickle and stab.
Trickle trickle –

I sink.


Lupine Rot
By Emily Aoibheann

my friend's lover looks like a wolf
he has a black beard and green eyes
his beard curls round like a wrought iron stairs
and wraps her fingers with black rings.

She cries and tears do dot his cheeks
A smile across his lupine face
And eyes that cast a blinding spell
They bring her to her knees again

Laura posted this on her savage blog a few days ago.

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