Into the Lake

by Erik Gundel

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released 26 August 2014

Playing and Production by EG
Mixed by Rick Kwan
Mastered by Kevin Blackler

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Track Name: Into the Lake
tilting up the edges of the lake at night
softened heat, buzzing like a beetle
empty shoes and ozone

glowing in the ashes of my stake in life
pebble sparks, scattered shells and beer cans
empty cars and engines

feel the waters wrap around my dirty feet
blinking coast, stretched out like a necklace
rolling clouds and engines

every piece of seaglass is a jewel to me
emerald green, imported beer and heartache
softened waves and decades

washing off the burrs that catch inside of me
quiet thoughts, filtered in the moonlight
floating hair and pollen

into the lake
Track Name: My Dogs
Abbey now the dirt makes up most all of you
in the long brown grasses my first friend is new

Phoebe was a golden on my side of town
slept on Phoebe's stomach in the neighbor's lawn
i would toss her tennis balls into the lake
turn in cringin' laughter at her dryin' shake

my dogs

Tosha took to thunder like a ghost was there
she could feel storms coming in her static hair
though she passed away while i was gone to school
i could see her ashes helped the flowers bloom
Track Name: Time Breathes Away / Flatten to Lace
time breathes away

88 days of a fall with no sun
i could burn up the leaves until easter would come
eat up the sound of a stereo's hum
in my fingers a brain like a puzzle undone
carry round zeros to make up a one
88 keys at my grandfather's place
in a windowless cellar of yellowing space
making up songs for the furnace's face
i could flatten the wrinkles to intricate lace
Track Name: Little Friend
wish I could cleanse the hollows of ink streaming in his blood
even a kid'll burrow and shrink from the touch of love

and on the shores he forged an island in the clay
set on the silver cold embraces of lake champlain

how could i say
that the wind won't blow away

this little friend of mine
make trouble
it'll all turn out fine
burn your skin
leak your blood
of its inky black lining
this little friend of mine
cause trouble
it'll all turn out fine
burn your skin
bleed your blood
of its sickly black lining

i heard he capsized in some big zephyr of early fall
i took some comfort in knowing i never knew him at all

how would you say
that the storm won't blow away

this little friend of mine
make trouble
it'll all turn out fine
burn your skin
leak your blood
of its inky black lining
this little friend of mine
cause trouble
it'll all turn out fine
burn your skin
bleed your blood
of its sickly black lining