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Haiku song 04:36
Haiku song Well how should I know This is how families work Like an insider does Each day's headlines bring From the unbearable grief I run away inside Shall I live that long I am growing into them Always old my hands
Daytime People Daytime people are very different Mums with prams Unemployed men Pensioners Students Housewives on benefits People walking their dogs Job seekers Builders in white vans Old ladies with shopping trollies, lots of them Domestic workers Eccentrics Immigrants Activists Tourists Models Celebrities Artists Musicians Carers and their charges Rick mans wives A rich mans wife is beautiful Educated Biological clock ticking A model or MBA A rich mans wife is rich herself Has her own money Bread and primed for this A rich mans wife has good taste Expectant Not use to hearing 'no' A rich mans wife has servants Nannies Cooks Cleaners Shoppers Time Gets her own way A rich mans wife may not be in love Has hobbies she’s good at With prestige Well traveled A rich mans wife
In Still Air Like This In Still Air Like This You can see the mountain from here In Still Air Like This Demolished buildings stand near In Still Air Like This The spiders grow fat In Still Air Like This At dusk the swooping bat In Still Air Like This Dormant goes the grass In Still Air Like This To the sound of broken glass In Still Air Like This Scents build from their source In Still Air Like This Vines stake out their course In Still Air Like This Cranes pierce the sky In Still Air Like This Let sleeping dogs lie
The slow train to Brighton Black pool ditches along the tracks Dimpled ponds gather in clay pastures Tan among old red brick arches Back garden’s long salient additions Grit bins rusty pad lock CCTV attached to each lamppost platform Magpie on Magpie scuffles When in odd numbers Leaves turning or already past Silhouetted crow crowned oaks Against a gossamer sky Chocked ivy trunks Poke-o-dot nests Hedgerows line the contours green plaid Rust-emerald-brown-grey Speeding along backwards Its grace gives way
We are waiting. Waiting. Waiting for you. Here in the shade by the Orchard wall. Soft grasses, Legs parted, We are waiting Waiting. Just for you. Lips Sweetened, with honey, thyme and dew. Here in the shade by the Orchard wall In the velvet quiet of fathoms deep, We’ll offer you our soft white breasts. Appease the yearning in your chest. Here in the shade of the Orchard wall, Soft grasses, Legs parted, Waiting. Waiting. Waiting for you. Throw over the tiller bar, let go the wheel. Give no thought to the scrapping keel. Please understand our desperate haste. To have you tight in our embrace. The reef is but the Orchard wall, No obstacle , To one so brave, We are waiting. Waiting. Waiting for you (The shingle dance Ian Miller © 2010 all rights reserved)
Calling the Rope Woman There is no place beyond the reef. No place beyond this ridge of grief. No man to hold your corded hand, Or lay with you upon the sand, Come back, come back, Where you belong. We wove you raw from rope and spume, We shaped you on the wreckers loom, Come back, come back, Where you belong. What chance is there? What chance for you? Forlorn hopes, Unravelled dreams, Is all there is beyond the sea. Come back, come back, Where you belong. Wreckers child, Sirens count, Woven list, Deaths account. Tapestry of abject grief, Of men and ships lost on the reef. A shapely list of mischief done, A hanging rope for Adam's son, Come back, come back, Where you belong. (The shingle dance Ian Miller © 2010 all rights reserved)
Life is Small With the trees comes the birds With the birds comes the insects With the insects comes the soil With the soil comes the microbes With the microbes comes life With life comes love With life comes death With death comes nothing With nothing comes something With something comes singularity Life is small Life is infinite What animates these cells? What animates this universe? Life - Love - Death Singularity


Started recording in London in 2012. Adding vocal over dubs from Seattle through 2014.


released July 23, 2014

- Produced by Alexander Deacon
- Lyrics and vocals by Sue Ann Harkey
- Lyrics for tracks 5 and 6 are from 'The Shingle Dance', a drama by Ian Miller © 2010
- Cover art by Ian Miller


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Seattle - New York - London | free improvisation | prepared guitar | folktronica | weird american | indie | alternative | singer | songs | instrumentals | underground | DIY

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