Swamp Gospel:

We wander through the fog,
through he 'spirits of the night'.
Rises like 'incense of the earth'
while we try to make sense of this life.

See that tennis court, those manicured lawns?
That used to be a food bowl,
but now it's gone.
And I'm homesick,
calling out like this
for something that I never knew but know I miss.

Secret, sacred places
We've covered up
Wetland traces
sing that swamp gospel loud.

Intricate biophonies
spill onto the street
underneath the road rivers,
living waters seep

See that tennis court, those manicured lawns?
That used to be a food bowl,
but now it's gone.
And I'm homesick,
calling out like this
for something that I never knew but know I miss.

Secret, sacred places
We've covered up
Wetland traces
sing that swamp gospel loud.

Swamp Gospel

Hypermediations on cassette thru Healthy Tapes:

http://healthytapes.bigcartel.com/product/mei-saraswati-hypermeditations-cs-50-2nd-pressing

http://meisaraswati.bandcamp.com

mei_saraswati@live.com.au

Swamp Gospel

Mei Saraswati 2