Sea Oleena is the sudden rush of inspiration. The long anticipated conclusion. The layer of dust on the bookshelf. The missed flight. The memorized view from a window. The space between.
Sea Oleena is the voice of someone you used to know, in the body of someone you've yet to meet, following you through a dream.
http://www.myspace.com/seaoleenahttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9M_gzHMavJs&feature=relatedThere's a shadow in the door-frame
With a hunger for the highway
The poison from the bee sting
The mirrors on the ceiling
The thunder and the lightning
The hibernating heart sings out
And I shake the hand of the seamstress
Pinning up the clouds like patches
A little bit blue around the edges
Hanging all the quilts from the ceilings
Another room, another day, another season
Another feeling
Another reason to call me a liar
Standing in the park beside the fire
Stepping over lines that I had drawn there
There's a quiet conversation
A discarded invitation
A statue on the fountain
A molehill on the mountain
A river through the kitchen
We're swimming in basement now
And I met the ghost in the mirror
Gave me quite a fright but I came nearer
Told me all his secrets in a whisper
And I had my palm read by the psychic weather reporter
Said he was a wicked fortune-teller
Gazing at the glowing teleprompter
