Motions and Hints - EP
by News of the Fire
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Faces
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His Organs, His Organs
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1996
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State of the Art
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Hollow
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Special thanks to all the backers who helped us record this album. Another great thanks to Breezy Nowlan, Mrs. Logan, Gianna Butler, Emily Margaret, and the San Francisco folk. Thank you to all friends and family, we love you all.
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released 25 January 2011
Co-produced/Mixed/Mastered by Scott McDowell
Mastered by Blackler Mastering
Recorded at Tiny Telephone Studios
1996:
Cello-Michelle Kwon
Trumpet-John Freeman
Co-produced/Mixed/Mastered by Scott McDowell
Mastered by Blackler Mastering
Recorded at Tiny Telephone Studios
1996:
Cello-Michelle Kwon
Trumpet-John Freeman
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- Track Name: Faces
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Darkness our faces hit
like two lonely submarines
static was blinding as the water kissed our feet
Weak hands weak knees
Woke them up again
Mathematical equations were lines and dividends
Various Oh's
Savage seaweed bound our feet and tied us to the ground
Asphyxiation shook its head and left without a sound
Various Oh's
Don't shoot me down, I'm dead I swear.
I can't see too clear.
Don't shoot me down, I'm dead I swear.
I can't see too clear. - Track Name: His Organs, His Organs
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Amateur wants you back
We the pros have a laugh
A smile now, cracks to a frown
Strings so taught, we cut them down
Sensation, sensation it comes and goes
His organs, his organs, they pump and flow
Sensation, sensation it comes and goes
Words muddled and dirty, he bent so low
Run and hide, that's our advice
She's too young, yeah I know, you lived her life
Pantomime across the stage
Turn your head and laugh in rage
Sensation, sensation it comes and goes
His organs, his organs, they pump and flow
Sensation, sensation it comes and goes
Words muddled and dirty, he bent so low - Track Name: 1996
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Conversation was in decline
Riddled by howls and finger sings
We're creatures with feelings
We cry and we bleed, alright?
The talk was a long one
You push your rings out of sight
Confrontation is well deserved
They dropped vowels in an ancient church
We're creatures with feelings
We cry and we bleed, alright?
The talk was a long one
You push your rings out of sight
I shook the night and let it fall
I let it fall, I shook the night - Track Name: State of the Art
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He was spiteful and a bit of a mess
Preplanned karaoke and wine fell over his breath
One is not a number while you're counting by two's and three's
So get up and get out and work on your division please
State of the art steel that will break your bones
and mold back
Center of earth heat and catacombs will warm you
She was helpless and in distress
Nondescript motions and hints hid in her dress
Poems about chivalry and things men love to forget
Forgot the rhyme scheme and hit the best meter yet
State of the art steel that will break your bones
and mold back
Center of earth heat and catacombs will warm you - Track Name: Hollow
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Tin can, tin can, ouch
You over did yourself
You're a piece of flac
With a smile, on your side
Sing out, sing out loud
The frequencies emanate
From your gut
In a chorus so hollow
Oh my god, this is real, I...
He fell down, now it's time to go
Stay back, stay back, now
Aluminum in your mouth
And your teeth
Congregate like a mob
Sing out, sing out loud
The frequencies emanate
From your gut
In a chorus so hollow
Oh my god, this is real, I...
He fell down, now it's time to go
Tin can, tin can, ouch
You over did yourself
You're a piece of flac
With a smile, on your side
Sing out, sing out loud
The frequencies emanate
From your gut
In a chorus so hollow
Oh my god, this is real, I...
He fell down, now it's time to go
