Hinterland

  1. Into The Cave
  2. Bunkerpop
  3. Hinterland
  4. Groove It Out
  5. (I Can See) Landscapes
  6. Silvering
  7. Flee!
  8. Red Scrap
  9. Mortar Remembers You

The second studio album by LoneLady, released March 2015 by Warp.

Performed, recorded, mixed and produced by Julie Campbell in her home studio Concrete Retreat, Manchester over a period of 18 months.

Additional recording and production by Bill Skibbe at Keyclub Recording Co., Michigan.

Campbell plays all instruments except for live drums, played by Andrew Cheetham.

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Artwork

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Back cover

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Words

Into The Cave

Race me to the fenceless wasteland of the night, where solid things
melt in twilight. Take me deeper; enter private ground.
In night frame all comes alive – my mind’s on safari for the raw.

I don’t want the factual life – its a knee-jerk reaction
to solid things felt on the Outside. Come in deeper; enter unlit ground.
I’ve been living without living without living without living –
racing through the acres of internal life.

I’m turning away, taking free rein. There’s nothing but the motion.
The blades of turbines turn the dark, cutting deeper;
paring me down. And is it hide and seek you want to play with me?

Fine lines thread the face; a threat barely visible.
Frost on forehead; details in moments erase.
Into the Cave; interior is sparkling black – a place of concealments
with a view to the island of Zero.

Race me to the fenceless wasteland of the night
where solid things melt in twilight.
Take me deeper, deeper now; into private ground.
Where I can enter, I can enter, I can enter
tonight, tonight tonight.

It was for Adventure —

Bunkerpop

A private haunting; I welcome you in.
I lean close to the wall – I hear voices talk, talk.

Pull the shutter down. Needle starts the sound.
Here but not quite, we’re touching fragile.

Don’t say I’m losing my mind – I feel you near.

Put a record on, make a Connection.
We’re not alone – our fingers touch.
Feel you here right in the room – coming alive, here but not
and you can’t stop this Bunkerpop.

Surface breaking; seance awaking.
Will you meet me here? I need you here.

I pull you now through the wall; its not rational.
We touch but not quite, in a Land behind.

Don’t say its all in my mind – I see you here.

Put a record on, make a Connection.
We’re not alone – our fingers touch.
Feel you here right in the room – coming alive, here but not
and you can’t stop this Bunkerpop.

I’m not alone. I’m not afraid.
There’s more than one way to communicate –
put a record on, put a record on.

Don’t say this is all in my mind – I see you here.

Put a record on, its a Visitation.
We’re not alone – our fingers touch.
And you are here right in the room – coming alive, here but not
and you can’t stop this Bunkerpop.

I’m not alone, I’m not afraid;
there’s more than one way to communicate –
Bunkerpop, Bunkerpop.

Will you meet me here? I need you here.
Bunkerpop, Bunkerpop.

Hinterland

I look outside beyond the dirty window to find what I thought was long gone;
a grainy detail, a former trace – and I’m trying to find that place.

The human frame was never built for such strain – who could like a life of just sub-living?
I ran on and stayed on behind the barricades.

Closer to empty space; inside imagination, behind a dirty pane.
I like that its Unruly – a magic game.

Lets go back to where we played in fear and wonder. I cried a meagre tear
for I could see no longer the dark heart of Hinterland that keeps a part of me.

Hinterland, Hinterland O Hinterland, Hinterland.

Lets go back to Wonder! O beyond the dirty window there’s a curious flame
in the dark heart of Hinterland that keeps on calling me. In the dark heart of Hinterland
– that’s where I’ll always be.

Escape, estate, haunting through the veins of a System Magic;
estate, escape, gotta get back to a System Magic;
Escape, estate, haunting through the paths of a System Magic;
escape, estate, gotta get back to a System Magic;
a System Magic.

Hinterland, Hinterland O Hinterland, Hinterland.

Dance, dance Unruly! Inside imagination, behind a dirty pane.

Well, I like that its so cool to me – I’m talking ‘bout the spark of a System Magic, yeah!
(Inside Imagination)

Groove It Out

I touch the mirror and go inwards
as if an illusion optical
on an Escher stair
my feet won’t take me anywhere

Groove It Out – Groove it out – Groove It Out
I’ve got to got to got to

Are we moving or are we still?
I’d use my limbs but they don’t seem to want to
and nothing feels right
acting out in a fugue style

Another world slips by
in every filament of a strip light
it flickers on and on and off and on
kaleidoscope I’m inside

Groove It Out – Groove it out – Groove It Out
I’ve got to got to got to

Are we moving or are we still?
I’d use my limbs but they don’t seem to want to
and nothing feels right
acting out in a fugue style

In the empty room
in the wilderness
is a dying light ever since I

In the empty room
in the dying light
felt a wilderness inside

In the wilderness
in the dying light
is an empty room
in an empty room
I Groove It Out

(in the empty room
is a wilderness
groove it out
got to got to got to)

Are we moving or are we still?
I’d use my limbs but they don’t seem to want to
and nothing feels right
acting out in a fugue style

(I Can See) Landscapes

Between four walls, a continual stare.
Veins thrum
in a stadium. Impressions
behind a surface functional
appear to me now –
in the Interior.

As if through glass, stained
are the outlines glittering
of Landscapes, Landscapes so
intricate!

Dimensions – unfurl
in here.
Through Stations of the Interior
chamber.

I can see – I can see – I can see Landscapes
I can see – I can see – I can see Landscapes
I can see – I can see – I can see Landscapes

I can see how
Impressions hide behind
the Interior –

in fleeting
Landscapes! Landscapes! Landscapes! Landscapes!

Silvering

(and I wander in this endless territory, through the distances inside of me)

Crossing the territory inside; it wants to keep me in here. What’s behind – spiralling away
Unseen?

The cracks are forming through the ice / the cracks are following through the ice.
Too fast to outrun.

(and I wander in this endless territory; through the distances inside of me)

And I turned and was lost, as if I were a child without guardian (I wander in this endless territory).

I see cracks silvering between earth and sky.

The cracks are forming through the ice / the cracks are following through the ice.
Too fast to outrun.

And I turned and I was lost as if I were a child without guardian.

I hear colour singing in the ice like an aria (O reawaken what lies frozen in the ground).

Whats behind – spiralling away through me? Crossing the distances inside.

And the cracks are rising up inside of me, through the surface ice, now crossing over to me.
And I turned and I was lost as if I were a child
inside.

(and I wander in this endless territory, through distances inside of me)

(Distances. Inside of me)

Flee!

Flee to the outskirts; the ground is crumbling.
The sky is falling.

Flee to the outskirts; the ground is crumbling.
The sky is falling.

How did I become so pared – typing S.O.S in an empty square?
Hurry. The sky is falling; hurry.

Where to go? I ask – but neither man nor beast could answer me;
frozen was their speech.

A courtyard, a light flickering.
Dart across the eye – shapes I can’t identify.

I’m running to a place that doesn’t exist.
Demon-animals look from a terrace.

Where to go? I ask. The sky is falling.
Falling.

How did I become so pared – typing S.O.S in an empty square?
Flee to the outskirts. Hurry; please hurry.

High and steep the moors rise – a retreat or danger?
I drink from icicles.

First light; in mist find spectres everywhere. They rise
and vanish in the air —

Where to go? I ask – but neither man nor beast could answer me;

”Remember!” I wanted to shout. Buildings sink into the mud.

Lost across time. I wanted to shout ”Remember!”

”Remember!”

”Remember!”

”Remember!”

”Remember!”

Red Scrap

Is there another field in time? A pale gold starts to emerge
beyond the grassland. I saw units of corrugated iron
unused and overgrown; frosted backyards.

And it seems so long ago. And it seems so long ago. And it seems so long ago –
tell me its not so, not so, not so.
Back back back to Red Scrap, to Red Scrap.

Bridge of diamonds (they broke it up and tore it down)
boarded up now (green paint was peeling away)
I put my hand on a favourite branch (they cut it down, cut it down)
beside a ghost train (lies dead by the railway)
It used to rumble along (off it goes off it goes)
at the fringe of my sleep (into the horizon)
at night consoling me (on a rope swing high)
but its rusted and gone (reflections in the water)

And it seems so long ago. And it seems so long ago. And it seems so long ago –
tell me its not so, not so, not so.
Back back back to Red Scrap, to Red Scrap.

Scrap at play – red scrap hiding in the tall grass.
Scrap at play – red scrap, flicker on the peat.
Scrap at play – rascal, diving through the backyards.

O a child knows, there adults not to go.
They cant see, they don’t believe
in alchemy
in spirit feral I run on my bright field, forever unchanging.
Forever unchanging.
And it seems so long ago. And it seems so long ago.

Mortar Remembers You

Awake awake, ceiling lit by a cold star. Captive; my world is under the rubble.
Avenue houses they gleam in the dark and rain. To function I had to build a room
to contain all the panic.
I had to build a room. I had to build a room to contain all the panic.
Tell me – is there anybody out there?

O, terraces, avenues – mortar remembers you.
O, all thats inside of you – mortar remembers too.

Clouds race over darkening avenues, crossing the fields. Curtain, close out
the shadows. And all the voices they ring through the wind and and say;
its all essential – but what creeps in at the edges?
Its all essential – but what creeps in at the edges?
its not the same; my world is under the rubble.

O, terraces, avenues – mortar remembers you.
O, all thats inside of you – mortar remembers too.

Mortar Remembers You.

Clouds race over rooftops, curtain out the shadows.
I thought I saw someone crossing the field.
I’m looking for that secret suburb, its starting to darken.
Laughter – here on the rainy kerb –
I turn and its gone
(all thats inside of you)
I turn and its gone
(mortar remembers you)
– I turn and its gone!