Phases In Exile

by Miles Cooper Seaton

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Out Here 01:44
Out Here Out here The land yawns on. From and to no where a thousand, million untethered acres christened in the moon's reflection Out here farmers crowd the bars waiting for a shoot between famines Out here the fields are full of soldiers waiting for fever to subside or their hands to thaw Out here children crowd the shops along the seaside waiting for a tide swollen enough to carry them back to the factory Out here all roads lead to limbo Here in my old dream I am steeling myself for the crossing for the chasm for the tundra for the void for whatever lies ahead dallying in the liminal fog swapping stories about the predator and clinging feebly to the lattice of coincidence Another hungry ghost at best a bag of wind and a storyline
Pacts With Beasts I make pacts with beasts I make peace with animals and I visit them where they take shelter we talk all night, knowing they won't remember I ask them how it feels to be invisible they wonder how I feel not being free always looking looking anywhere only to wind up no where no where at all seeing nothing, just guessing that there's something more around the corner on the other side just down the road seeing nothing, just guessing that there's some thing more around the corner on the other side just down the road and out here in the street all my friends are cannibals and I visit them where they take shelter and we talk all night, knowing they won't remember they ask me how it feels to be invisible I wonder how they feel not being free when I was younger I used to wonder just who would find me and now I'm older and I want to wander unfound by everyone unknown to anyone unknown to me to be alone ahead or behind it makes no difference
I Am That 05:00
I Am That I am I am that I am that which I am that which can't I am that which can't be I am that which can't be broken Born of totemic imagery and dreams of distance Born of the night that always teems with life while hinting death Born of the hunt that always ends in solitude once my mark is made Born of the river rushing, striking awe into the hearts across it's ward Born of the wind that howls across the sand blocking out the sun We are We are that We are that which We are that which begs We are that which begs a We are that which begs a question Saddled by an archetype and ridden by the past Born into a ladder leading nowhere but the end Born into a tunnel, turned to hallway, turned to maze Born into a story, full of drama start to end And me I just want to be satisfied And me I just want to be free And me I just want to hide my face until it's over But it seems I've got no choice so here I am
It Just Does 03:11
It Just Does (And) I watch the world turn round and I watch the sun beat the ground I watch the clouds filling up just to let out again it just comes down again it just does (And) I don't question the night The magic of electric light I've hardly seen the sun come up when it goes down again it just goes down again it just does (And) I lie and wait on the beach throw rocks at birds hovering just out of reach I wonder why I wonder what is going down again it just comes down again it just goes down it just does
Little Prince And it finally seems to me that my nefarious decree has left us bound in it's obscenity (and) Hiding from His Majesty That little prince always seems to fucking win Escaping again That little prince always seems to fucking win Escaping again Into our little graveyard
Persona The billing fog of persona The dream of the dream The dream of dreaming Some face appearing Some kind of fool Some kind of dancer Some kind of sage Some kind of beggar Some kind of vision Some kind of King Some kind of cancer Some kind of kingdom Some kind of cancer Some kind of kingdom Some kind of cancer Some kind of kingdom Some kind of cancer Some kind of vision Some kind of rapture Careful my knife drills your soul listen, whatever-your-name-is listen I'll grind your saliva into the earth listen I'll cover your bones with black flint listen " " " " " " feathers listen " " " " " " rocks Because you're going where it's empty listen the black earth will hide you, Out where it's dark, in that country listen I'm bringing a box for your bones A black box A grave with black pebbles listen your soul's spilling out
Division 01:52
Nothing Lasts (And) there will come a time when the breeze has turned to wind and when the sun will dim to almost nothing in the sky Nothing Lasts (And) there will come a time all our tracks have disappeared and every trace will be unreadable to the ones that walk behind Nothing Lasts
Homes by the Sea Leave home live lost for awhile and then tire of it all and settle where you'd only hoped to summer Grow old give up on the hustle and then laugh at all the little ones and beg them to slow down Start counting stars naming each after someone long lost or some old street you once walked on before you settled down And we'll all have homes all have homes all have homes All have homes all have homes by the sea



Mentre lavoravo a questo disco, in primo piano nella mia mente c’erano immagini del deserto occidentale degli Stati Uniti. Subito prima di registrarlo, avevo guidato dalla Carolina del Nord a LA, fermandomi in Arizona, nel New Mexico e nel West Texas. Poi mi sono girato, ho guidato indietro verso casa e ne ho fatto le orchestrazioni.

Un’immagine che ho fissa in testa è l’alba sulle montagne mentre lasciavo Taos alle 5:30 di mattina. Stavo ascoltando Death and the Compass e c’era la forte sensazione che la musica non fosse un accompagnamento ma un elemento fondamentale dell’esperienza – qualcosa di simile alla sinestesia, dove la percezione del tutto si fonde insieme. Dava la sensazione di essere un segnale o una guida verso ciò che stavo cercando di fare con questa musica. L’ho presa come un’indicazione del fatto che stavo andando nella direzione giusta.

Quando osserviamo dall’alto di Monument Valley o del Grand Canyon, o da qualche altro imperscrutabile punto d’osservazione, nella percezione distorta della profondità che proviamo c’è una sensazione di presenza senza limiti. La nostra innata sensazione di vuoto in qualche modo si fonde col vuoto che abbiamo attorno. Non è la stessa sensazione di quando osserviamo da uno strapiombo sull’oceano: quella è una sensazione di un recipiente che viene riempito, o di un potenziale che viene realizzato, anche se è solo un’illusione.

Sono questi, per me, i fattori contrastanti: unire un metodo compositivo minimale (o minimalista) e paesaggistico con qualcosa di molto lirico e diretto. Cercare di creare, per quanto possibile, un’esperienza per l’ascoltatore in cui possano riconoscersi non solo come una parte della vastità che li circonda –nella vita quotidiana, o nell’atto di ascoltare musica o fruire una performance – ma come quella stessa vastità.

Quel paesaggio che è descritto in Shaker Loops di John Adams, o nei pezzi per organo e percussioni di Steve Reich, invita la nostra immaginazione a piazzarci psichicamente o addirittura fisicamente al suo interno. L’effetto è innegabilmente potente, cosa di cui faccio tesoro e da cui cerco spesso di attingere. Ma il primo obiettivo della musica in forma canzone di questo disco è di condurre l’ascoltatore verso questa vastità non solo fisicamente e psichicamente ma anche emozionalmente. Il narratore è la tua guida verso lo spazio. Poi, a un certo punto, ti abbandona a contemplare la vastità del canyon di fronte a te, e gli elementi fisici, psichici ed emotivi cedono di fronte a una consapevolezza generale di essere quello spazio. Quello spazio è la vastità. È diversa per ogni persona, che ci si voglia relazionare a essa come alla molteplice vastità dell’inconscio collettivo pulsante all’interno dell’esperienza tecnologica globale, o che la si veda come la vastità senza limiti del cosmo che si annida dietro alle minuscole stelle nel cielo notturno.


released April 8, 2016

Additional recording / orchestration / realization occurred at:
Green Machines MK II, Los Angeles, California with M. Geddes Gengras
OFF Studio, Torino, Italy with Paul Beauchamp
Vaggimal Studio, Vaggimal (VR), Italy with Francesco Ambrosini
and Studio In Exile by Miles Cooper Seaton

Additional musicians:
Zeon Baldi: Percussion
Bradley Cook: Bass guitar, guitar, organ
Phil Cook: Slide guitar
M. Geddes Gengras: Modular synthesis
Leanne Pedante: Vocals, piano, Wurlitzer
Fabrizio Modonese Palumbo: Viola
Joe Westerlund: Percussion

String arrangements by Jeremy C. Simon

Poster layout and design: Roberto Maria Clemente
Lyrics translated into the Italian by Robin Luis Fernandez

Produced by Miles Cooper Seaton
Recorded by Brian Haran at Pinebox Recording, North Carolina
Mixed and mastered by Jim Bob Aiken
All words and music written, arranged and performed by Miles Cooper Seaton*

*"Persona (The Killer)" includes an adaptation of the traditional Cherokee poem, "The Killer"

Layout and design: Leanne Pedante
Photography: Ana Blagojevic
Management: Emily Moore at Southern Bird -

All compositions © & ℗ Miles Cooper Seaton 2016 -

Released in Italy on La Famosa Etichetta Trovarobato/Vaggimal Records

Dedicated in gratitude and loving memory to Celia Anderson Seaton.


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