a suite of semi-improvised music for guitar inspired by mythology, nature, and the work of other musicians such as roy montgomery, li jianhong, jefre cantu-ledesma, vladislav delay, and the uk crowd of richard dawson, rhodri davies, laura cannell etc...

the guitar is barely played in the traditional sense of strumming or plucking; more often it is left to resonate of its own accord, while the various effects pedals transform its sound into howling winds, the crackle of bonfires, grand organs, roars echoing in caverns, enchanted raindrops, and the purring of monstrous cats.

if possible, listen on big stereo speakers at a loud but comfortable volume (you only have one pair of ears in this life and it would be awful to lose them)

all sounds generated by guitar and effects pedals

performed and mixed by dear laika

Twin Mythemes

does it feel the same to you? 
the hopelessness in wanting it to end 
will you do just as i do? 
i'll quiet my head and come back to bed 

does this all feel new to you? 
the finding a place, the clearing of space 
would you like to see me soon? 
i'm not at my best, but who's at their best? 

i can say that i'm alive 
but that's a simulacrum 
i'm a trick of the light 
nothing but a phantom 

but in the back of your mind 
i'm something more than all that 
another round in life 
thanks for tonight 

hey, from me to you 
i think we need a week 
to bring things back to earth 

ok 

let's get help for you 
and let's get help for me 
there's thing's we've got to do 

ok 

does this look red to you? 

ok 

when i say that i'm alive 
it's now i think i mean it 
a self that i've defined 
in our one bedroom apartment 

our rosemary plant died 
that made you pretty upset 
give it another try 
thanks for tonight

Alive (Now, Roar)

Naked, bestial, and far away from loving shores
Wounded creature; all she knows is she wants more
Empty, windswept, burning lonesome on the moor
Turning, turning, dressed as if she’s just an
Infant person, pining for the water’s lore
Rippling notion, memories of petrichor
Are they different? She and the girl who came before?
Second growing, scars a book on which she swore

Are you finished up?
Whatcha gonna do?
Are you going home?
Can I come with you?

Neighbors on the porch?
Cross the avenue?
Have you got a bed?
Is there room for two?

It said

Lover look me over
Find yourself a home in
The notches up and down my spine
Prove I am not a waste of time

Lover, look me over
The troubles that I cope with
From a poisonous time when I might think
“Fuck the meaning into me”

Lover, look me over
Grope for deeper knowing
The border region in between
The meeting place of you and me

Lover, look me over
I’ve been out to the ocean
And in my time away at sea 
I’ve reckoned the darker parts of me

Love, I am the ocean
Spit water out, you’re choking
On the salt of ancient misery
Drowned forever now in me

Love, I am the ocean
The path to where you’re going
Tie a rope around your waist
And leap into the crashing waves

Saw me listing, wand’ring through a field of waste
Asked me quietly, “So how does  your own heart taste?”
“Bitter, Bitter,” I say, stumbling through the dark
“But I like it. It’s bitter and it is my heart.”

...and because it is my heart

Cycle II

Morrigan

Dub Sainglend

Liath Macha

Cycle I

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Cycle I

Dear Laika

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