Released in 2008 by Jezebel recordings as a 3″ CD with an octangular origami style fold out cover. Part one in the EP trilogy.
vinterbarn
milo
den sista fabriken
holm
VINTERBARN “the harder the snow the harder they grow the more you agree the more you can breathe the dirt in the snow the ice in the eye the burial ground the corridor cry the cracking of feet the sound of a sole came from the hole we came from the hole the more they can spew the harder the snow the faster they flew the harder the throw the tearing of clothes the wearing of goats all in a row all in a row you’re dreaming it all your chin and your nose the robin the crow everything froze a cut through your face the ice and the bleeding the more you agree the more you can breathe the closer you are the faster they run you never knew why before it begun apart from the black there’s nothing to see skating and skating blistery”. MILO “A fish in a sinkhole waiting for the fleet to show over flesh and fishbones and the imaginary sand below in marshes wet and windblown swimming but the fins are slow swallowing the brimstone needles in the throat and bones the needle is a reptile turning narrow heads and smile look for bees and sand flies obeying but the will of the hive a fly so young and callow can never make a ship aglow big fish in a sinkhole waiting for the fleet to show.” HOLM “we are wooly and ripe we’re your snakebite tonight resting on you zombie breathing oozing runny crawl we’re a snail in your pigskin”. Excerpt from Fredriks dream diary, filed under Holm: “We set down on some worms resting in the shade from a big tree. Birds twitter like freezing muzak filled our head with drip drop mud from our shoes returning a mouthful of woolly apples, the approaching mist chilling. ‘Move, you’re awful’. Our diary made up figures of large colorful letters then went on forming snow under our eyelids, beating up the last of the standing yellow leaves. Spots of moist on our branches. ‘Take off quickly or stay forever’. Back in the wind with hurt and temptations that lure and pass on acidic messages from before. Frozen mud and limbs no longer united. One leaving the other and the island behind.”