Shooter's Hill (( EP ))

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Our latest recording: a 4-track EP entitled "Shooter's Hill".

Newly remixed by Justin King at Vinegar Sound in Vinegar Hill, B'klyn NYC.

Recorded by Ben Schaaff & Davis IL at FusionBomb Studios, Whitealer, Eugene, OR. Winter 2012. Engineered by Ben Schaaff.

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released 14 October 2012
Davis IL: lead vox, keyboards, guitars, steel, bass
Ben Schaaff: guitars, drums, percussion, bass, vocals, production
Paddy Webber: drums, aux perc, vox perc
Aaron Major: calf skin drums
Zak Johnson: electro basso

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Track Name: Shooter's Hill
"Shooter's Hill"

~~~~~~

Like grains of gold in sand

Something that's just not so seen

Sign the cross my sister-of-mercy

So you now know where I've been

Shooter’s Hill 

Fill the still 

I am down

To be around 

Such avenues, with their folkways, and their rituals, it’s not a game 

Ride two hounds,
 
Road agents, 

On the roll again

~~~~~~

Living, Loving‐ not a possibility 

Great horror, mad terror‐ a start to the bad dream 

So wrapping oneself in the threadbare flag

Is not dissimilar to the man lying there in drag 

I am alone, but not lonely‐ searching for a sign

They have comfort, but ain’t comforted‐ as they bide their time 

I, I'm, I am

~~~~~~
Seeing, believing- are not one and the same

Kesey and Camus- we're freaks on the same train

It's oh so quiet

I'll have you know noize is made- only by the people

He is gone, but not forgotten- as they took to pieces of sky

Changing seasons, but no change- my oh how they lie

I, I'm, I am

~~~~~~
Like a foxhound fed on fables

Something that just will not last

Till you find mysterious agency

In the song and dance of past

Shooter’s Hill 

Fill the still 

I am down

To be around 

When the clock strikes 13, you will know what they mean

Ride two hounds,
 
Road agents, 

On the roll again

~~~~~~

It's oh so quiet
Track Name: "How can you be so Sure"
I saw the baby see the lights
and though she did not have the frights

She cried, "Mama, my ma oh i dont know what to do"

I saw the child walk on by
and though she may have had to cry

She declared, "Papa, my pa won't you help me see it through"
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When Im coming down
feel like no ones listening

And if they say they are
its towards the wind they're pissing

Oh, all ive got to do
is call on you


If I come around
in transport of rapture

You know'll i bring a frown
a smile is so hard to capture

So all ive got to do,
is look in your mirror babe and ill see me there too
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And as the grownup slept on by,
she finally felt the need to cry

She yelled, "Oh Lord, my Lord, wheres the point in what we do"

So now she's pushing up the daises
while her whole life was so lazy

I say people, my friends,
if I do not see you in the end
wont you help me see it through
Track Name: Burnt Sienna Brown
"Burnt Sienna Brown"
Intro
Say what you say when you said it was maybe ( Repeat 3x)

Say what you say what you say (4x)
~~~~

Verse 1

I don't need it and I don't want it, but it'll sure feed the fight

When it comes down surely I'mma be 'round, Christ I sure love the night

Sailing sadly, got me going gladly- where the time falls like snow

Got me running so fast, am I even going last- how sweetly we'll let it go
~~~

Chorus 1 & 2

But the chorus left without me

And I remain on center stage

So now the starling states finally I see, you

I shoulda left that bird in its cage
~~~~~

Verse 2

Will I conceive it or will I believe it, where the truth is bought and sold

If I ever had a mission would the porter even listen, Lord it's gettin' cold

I dont see and hear it, but it sure blows my mind

If the hammer comes down you know the painter's goin' frown- dontcha know I feel like cryin
~~~~~~

Bridge

Burnt Sienna Brown

Further through the fields it takes you down

Oh boy, the portrait paints we were clowns that day
~~

Last Verse

Sailing sadly, got me going gladly- where the time falls like snow

Got me running so fast, am I even going last- how sweetly we'll let it go

I don't need it and I don't want it, but it'll sure feed the fight

If the hammer comes down you know the painter's goin' frown- dontcha know I feel like cryin
~~~

Outro

Whoa- Whoa- Whoa Oooh

Say what you say when you said it was maybe
Track Name: Station Talkin
"Station Talkin"

Intro


Verse 1-A

I saw my man in days of awe,

There was no rhyme or reason to his just cause

Verse 1-B

There's none of this comfort, that you seek through death,

I will lay you down, and bear witness: yer last breath

But the sound and the fury kept the strength in...

his bones, his bones, his bones, his boooones
~~~~~
Verse 2

You are an enemy of this earth

And I need you, I need you, I need you, I need you to ready for blood

Still the sound of my fury puts the rattle in

your bones, your bones, your bones, your boooones
~~~~~~

Verse 3

I talk to the station and what do I hear,

It says yonder stands the sinner, in this life no winners, but his end is drawing near
~~~~~

Outro

But the sound of the fury, Oooooh

Yes, the sound of my fury, Woo Hooo

The sound and the fury- ......Puts a rattle to

MY BONES, MY BMONES, MY BONES, MY BOOOONES (etc.)