So Long Sparta

by Wartime Sweethearts

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I made this album over the course of last year recording in my mother's attic and occasionally my apartment carpark.

It's a musical exploration of the nature of strength, absurdity, romance, balancing transcendental appetites with ego urges and working out what's required to farewell the austere emotional spaces we sometimes unwittingly create.

It blends melodic experimental vocals with indie textures, lush harmonies, pentatonics, electronic beats and jazz.

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released December 3, 2015

All songs written, performed and recorded at home by Louise Nutting. Mastered by Jono Holmes.

Musicians
Jed Holmes - Beats 3, 12
Nick Amery - Drums 1, 10
Hamish Stuart - Drums 6
Mary Rapp - Cello 2, 8, Double Bass 8
Ian Shoebridge - Bass 11
Ian Watson - Violin 2

Special Thanks
Thanks to all the wonderful musicians who played on this album. Big, big thanks to Julie and Stephen Phillips, Kirsten Broadley, Nicholas Nutting, Andrew Nutting, Ian Shoebridge, Sumedha Iyer, Glen Cox, Lish Montgomery, Brian Campeau, Bud Petal, Bryce Kerr, Oliver Downes, Nic Cassey, Andy Vegas, Leroy Lee, Michael Earp, Jon Saunders, Dave Sattout, Jarad Avnell, Jono Holmes and Thomas Curruthers. Thanks so much to everyone who pitched in for my Nord keyboard too :)


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Cover design and photohraphy: Alicia Montgomery
© Ⓟ 2015 Louise Nutting

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Track Name: Figure It In, Figure It Out
Well nobody told you how it was done
They left little room for explanation
Well nobody told you how
Well nobody told you how

Do you figure it in or figure it out?

She’s black and blue and studded in white
Draped over you in shuddering lights
She’s held back for an aeon but
But nobody told you how
But nobody told you how

TV’s off so why’s the show still playing?
Record’s broken but the song rings on
Clearly we’re in need of a new system
Or is the familiar much too strong?
Track Name: Herculean Dream
Following a line of sight again
Emerging from a loop of consciousness
Muscles shift underneath they move to satisfy the needs
Of my private animal of my menagerie

Oh but are ya hungry for something higher?
Are you hungry for something higher?
Are you hungry for something higher?

His eyes are showing their whites again
A’straining up a’through the ceiling fan
While I chase these Herculean Dreams I stop and ask myself
Are they a part of healing or hardest on my mental health?

How to hold espirit de corps when there’s no instruction manual for
This meat sack we wear
We rent
For our dear lives
Huh...?

Well Hercules been working the beefcake
With listlessness a’written all over his face
How is strength defined these days? He’d sure like to know
‘Cause we outran the lions and their pride many moons ago

Hercules you’re hungry for something higher
Always hungry for something higher
Oh he’s hungry for something higher

God knows I am hungry for something higher
Yeah I’m hungry for something higher
Yeah I’m hungry for something higher!
Track Name: Ms. Olympia
What does it mean, what’s it all about to be Ms Olympia?
She’s a very good competitor, she’s had a tremendous amount of publicity in the magazines and she certainly is a heavy favourite with the crowd and with the judges
A very artistic display of feminine muscle
Track Name: O.D.U.
I hold my breath you hold your tongue
The day is old but we are young
Pale ghosts of lust are watching on
The day is gone but we are hungry for

Oh knot your arms around my neck
The night like jelly starts to set
With hot air rolling from each lung
The ling ling longing as we’re rumbling towards

Our delicious union
Our delicious union

I hold my breath you hold your tongue!
The air is thick with anticipation
Your eyes are burning like two lanterns
Burning under my attention

I sit beside you on the lounge
Our every cell begins to growl
The ghosts of lust begin to wail
The ling ling longing as we’re rumbling towards

Our delicious union
Our delicious union
Track Name: Mood Swings
Last night I was a rubber band
I stretched, I whipped, I willowed and
I coiled around the cuckoo clock
Constricting with each tick, tick, tock

Tonight I am your can of drink
You crush me and my walls will clink
My bubbles rise up from below
I’m carbonated and agitated oh

Shake me up baby, pull my ring
I’m ready to explode in a sugary mode

Last week I was the autumn leaves
Plunging from the peaceful trees
I crumbled to my yellow knees
And kissed the breeze goodbye

Tomorrow I’m the vacuum cleaners
Sucking up your misdemeanors
My belly will be full of dust
But never will I breach your trust

Cleanse my heart baby, how it stings
I’m swallowing back, the blackest of things
Pour me out baby give me wings
I’m ready to explode in emotional modes

Last night I’s a green ocean prawn
Patrolling seas from dark ‘til dawn
My eyes were black
My tail was long
Through motions of the ocean

I’m vigil, I’m alert all times
Absorb the world through two prawn eyes
The data swells inside my mind
I’m bloated but devoted

Hear my spine, baby how it sings
I’m riding the tide of mood swings
Pour me out baby give me wings
I’m ready to explode in emotional modes

Mood swings mood swings mood swings mood swings
Track Name: Phantoms Not Friends
Follow the wandering path where no mind never set
Thoughts you would not have yourself let

Follow the whites of your eyes turning behind the scenes
Of whatever it is that they think they’re seeing
Well beyond the pleasantries to:

Social debris
Spent confetti
Scattered on the wind of history
Phantoms not friends
That’s how it is
There’s nothing left I’m willing to give

Follow his beckoning hand through the wasteland of his gaze
What a lonely scene it is
Don’t get lost in it

Follow me follow me follow me out now
Leave those angry ghosts lying in his undergrowth
‘Cause they’re gonna
‘Cause they’re gonna... Come after

Follow your feet through the dark and deep
Back again, back again, back…
Track Name: Fräuleining
You’re fine, you’ll keep
Singing us both to sleep, lulled by the rhythm of the rain on the concrete
Fine dreams, fine threads
Moving inside our heads, weaving their way in

Fräuleining tonight
Fine hues of gold in the lamp light
Fine strands, fine sheen, fine beads of brine on me
Salt on the wounds I open to you
Fine mist, on brow, feel them unknotting now

My love, like the sun
Well below the horizon
It’s been night for so long
But I’ll sit beside you, we’ll wait for the dawn

Fine minds will mend and bend and bloom again
Wrapping themselves around something constructive
Fine hearts don’t cling but still know how to sing
Perhaps there’s no finer thing
Track Name: Ms. Olympia and The Meat World
Seeping through the floorboards again
Liquid grip on days that keep slipping away
From my wall she extends
A rippling hand
She was statuesque
Now she’s c-c-c-c-coursing flesh
She attach ropes to wrist and ankle
Her face grows taut it’s a tug of war
And she’s y-y-y-y-yanking oh!

Calling Ms Olympia!
Calling Ms Olympia!
Take me to the Meat World
I need you to take me!
Take me to the Meat World

Vultures of thought
Circling the mind
Feather the pre-empted nest for this carrion to rest in
A heart to move but a body still
A heart to move but the body has lost it’s will
From my floor she extends
A rippling hand
We were statuesque
Now we’re c-c-c-c-coursing flesh!

Calling Ms Olympia!
Calling Ms Olympia!
Take me to the Meat World
I need you to take me!
Take me to the Meat World
Track Name: Linklater
The sun is low
You’re submerged in a copper glow
And I can feel the grass is growing in slow motion

Your skin is soft
It smells like soap and salt and something I can’t put my finger on
But it lingers on my tongue

You’re so nice
You wrap around me like the summer light
So easy when you’re so, so nice to me

My legs are lead
We’ve been walking since the daylight fled
And yet I’m lighter than I’ve ever felt

Our talking turns
Through intellectual excursions
We’ll talk until we’ve reached the end of words, I’ll bet

Oh ‘cause you’re so nice
You wrap around me like the summer night
So easy when you’re so, so nice to me

Wrap me up in you, wrap me up ooh
Wrap me up in you, wrap me up ooh
Track Name: The Garden of Your Blood and Bones
There is
There is a tone
A hum below
Your marrow
Tune in
And listen well

Walking
On boneless feet
Through life’s mirage
Of bittersweet
Roaming
Lips and tongue, ahh

Mouths say what they
Think we wanna hear
Words pepper the air
But is anything really there?

Muscle and sinew
Have their own
Point of view
Tend to
The garden of
Your blood and bones
And know it well

Tend to
The garden of
Your blood and bones
Track Name: Hello Map
Lost the map to my own private universe
But now I have got it back
So serene, I did not know I had it in me
Guess it has been a while, mmmm.

Like a breath, pure oxygen through blue lips
Recalling the taste to mind
Lost the map to my own private universe
But now I have got it back

Yeah I’m glad I got it back.