– this is me and my sister buried in the sand at bantham beach, devon quite a long time ago.
I thought ready made sense as track 1 – it’s quite fast and it starts with me very young
in a dream I used to have.
In the dream I’m on a swing; I swing forward and back as the frame gets bigger and bigger until I’m sweeping forwards and back again over the roof of our house;
it keeps getting bigger,
until I’m sweeping high up into clouds and down across whole counties.
I can feel the wind on my face and arms,
until I know I on the next downward sweep won’t be able to hang on any longer;
I grip tight to the chains but as I fly forward gripping, I’m catapulted away through the sky and …
I wake up.
well; I changed it to a bike but you get the idea, a boy wakes up in bed and wonders where he’s going…
the sound affects at the beginning are the bike running and taking flight away from the world. The rest is me looking around my room wondering what I will be, as the lights of cars sweep oblong shadows under my curtains and across the ceiling.
Actually the last time I ever had that dream,I fell from the sky and bounced into a big stack of hay
well yes I did dig a hole – none of your photoshop fakery here.
then I got in it
various pop star poses were adopted
the artistic process was observed
it went on a while…
The idea came from a dream I had where I was walking round these suburban streets pointing out things like a big pot and telling a friend how everything was art (even asleep he’s pretentious). I turned around and in this grass verge of a very normal front garden, a Spanish looking man was buried to the waist standing; as I watched two woman walked from behind and put a marriage veil over his head.
Obviously I woke up and thought that will do for the cover. The hand is held up to resemble the international sign of greeting (I kept my trousers on).
I chopped it up a bit to add a hint of dis-orientation and off-set that with a ‘learning to read’ primary school font in lower case, because it’s nice to look at new things like 7 year old does.
As for the title: ‘over here in the trees’ refers to my finally drawing some attention to myself after all this time (and that joke with the punchline ‘over here on the swings’ – I’ll tell it to you some time )