Kinematic
time & place
Kinematic
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Tripitaka-san 3.40 Miss McCabe 3.34 A Beginner’s Guide To Narcolepsy The Things I Do 2.45 Russian Satellite 3.33 Championship Vinyl 3.05 December Seventeen 2.42 Louder 3.02 Fahrenheit 32 3.55 The East Seventies 4.04 Letter 3.30 Ponderosa 3.01 Indigo 3.56 The Boston Molasses Disaster 4.02
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Tripitaka-san All the way, I stayed awake, it's a long flight back from JFK Rest my head, I cannot sleep, but you know it's easier not to think I can't stop sighing at what you said I can't step quietly on this street Only want to keep my eyelids falling Only want to speak but I've lost my sense of timing Only want to keep my head from falling Only want to speak but I've lost all sense of timing Eight a.m. at Paddington, I feel like Tripitaka-san Rest my eyes, I want to sleep, but you know you have to talk that spin I can't stop sighing at what you said I can't step quietly on this street Only want to keep my eyelids falling Only want to speak but I've lost my sense of timing Only want to keep my head from falling Only want to speak but I've lost all sense of timing I can't stop sighing at what you said I can't step quietly on this street Only want to keep my eyelids falling Only want to speak but I've lost my sense of timing Only want to keep my head from falling Only want to speak but I've lost all sense of timing
Miss McCabe If I look back now, I begin to see Where I've been is reflected I want to choose it, I want to choose control If I change my mind, well would you ever know I repeat to myself I want to choose it, I want to choose control I begin to say, hey And she will not choose a way, and she will not think to say But she will not walk away alone, I want to choose control Nothing falls away, no-one is to blame I recite what I've heard I want to choose it, I want to choose control Never want to find, and you should agree I'm not wasting your time I want to choose it, I want to choose control Well, I begin to say, hey And she will not choose a way, and she will not think to say But she will not walk away from all the things she has to be now And she will not choose a way, and she will not think to say But she will not walk away alone, I want to choose control ...
The Things I Do Don't understand the things I do Don't understand the things I used to do Oh, oh, wish I'd get my shit together Don't understand the things I do Haven't gone over for a while And now you don't return my calls Oh, oh, wonder what you're doing now Don't understand the things I do I thought I'd seen the last of this kind of crowd I long to find your friends and catch up once more No excuse will do this time Should have started this before Oh, oh, wish I'd get my shit together Don't understand the things I do I thought I'd seen the last of this kind of crowd I long to find your friends and catch up once more
A Beginner’s Guide to Narcolepsy Don't want a companion for the drive 'Cause I don't feel like talking Need music to bring the kids alive We're all looking for new signs If I would or could now, If I would or could If I would or could now, baby Do you think I should I wanna work it out, I wanna work it out If I would or could now, baby, I wanna work it out Nobody but me believes inside We're all looking for answers I've gotta prepare to waste the night If I'm nothing but honest If I would or could now, If I would or could If I would or could now, baby Do you think I should I wanna work it out, I wanna work it out If I would or could now, baby, I wanna work it out I wanna work it out, I wanna work it out If I would or could now, baby, I wanna work it out
Russian Satellite The weight is off your shoulders To keep away from me You're thinking of a reason You can almost breathe You've done it again, you're on your way to knowing A novel way to leave You've done it again, you're on your way to knowing Russian satellite If there's a chance to break down A window to the sun You're tied into the silence You're waiting for the run You've done it again, you're on your way to knowing A novel way to leave You've done it again, you're on your way to knowing Russian satellite You've done it again, you're on your way to knowing A novel way to leave You've done it again, you're on your way to knowing Russian satellite
Championship Vinyl I've got a postcard from you here Part of my lost and ... Found the place that made it clear Keeping my feet down If I know you, you will get what you want, before I do If I know me, I will let it all go, I always do I just tell myself again I wanna catch up on some changes One of those situations You can always get what you want I just tell myself again I've got a picture of you here I can see quickly You've drained the colour from you here But I like you this way If I know you, you will get what you want, before I do If I know me, I will let it all go, I always do I just tell myself again I wanna catch up on some changes One of those situations You can always get what you want I just tell myself again I just tell myself again I just tell myself again
December Seventeen I'd seen her once in a while Spoken to her, she asked me for change Feels like the laundromat Coffee cup on an old magazine I've been thinking everything's come easily I've been thinking everything's gone right for me I was coming to meet you, now you're going, it's so hard to see you I was wanting to meet you, now I'm going, it's so hard to see you I'd catch her now and again Another line, another to myself Seen her go into the station Movie ticket, a new one to see I've been thinking everything's come easily I've been thinking everything's gone right for me I was coming to meet you, now you're going, it's so hard to see you I was wanting to meet you, now I'm going, it's so hard to see you I've been thinking everything's come easily I've been thinking everything's gone right for me I was coming to meet you, now you're going, it's so hard to see you I was wanting to meet you, now I'm going, it's so hard to see you
Louder You know I see you, but you walk outside I couldn't call you with my throat gone dry I finish up and leave some change Step out of the curb and stare into the light I won't go, I can see the trees from here I won't shout, it's almost enough When a whisper is deafening Don't bother smiling in this pointless crowd My friends talk ugly, we all look so loud I finish up and say goodbye Step out of the curb and straight into the night I won't go, I can see the trees from here I won't shout, it's almost enough When a whisper is deafening I won't go, I can see the trees from here I won't shout, it's almost enough When a whisper is deafening I won't go, I can see the trees from here I won't shout, it's almost enough When a whisper is deafening I won't go, I can see the trees from here I won't shout, it's almost enough ...
Louder You know I see you, but you walk outside I couldn't call you with my throat gone dry I finish up and leave some change Step out of the curb and stare into the light I won't go, I can see the trees from here I won't shout, it's almost enough When a whisper is deafening Don't bother smiling in this pointless crowd My friends talk ugly, we all look so loud I finish up and say goodbye Step out of the curb and straight into the night I won't go, I can see the trees from here I won't shout, it's almost enough When a whisper is deafening I won't go, I can see the trees from here I won't shout, it's almost enough When a whisper is deafening I won't go, I can see the trees from here I won't shout, it's almost enough When a whisper is deafening I won't go, I can see the trees from here I won't shout, it's almost enough ...
Fahrenheit 32 Step through those old London lanes And all the signs still point to rain, I'll be over there Touch my heels on solid earth Waste what little time is worth, I'll be under here I've been careless of, idle, now it's gone I've been catching all, to be taken on The tourist stumbles into me I feel the cold begin to freeze, I'll be over there Pine for winters underground Searching for that velvet sound, I'll be under here I've been careless of, idle, now it's gone I've been catching all, to be taken on I've been careless of, idle, now it's gone I've been catching all, to be taken on
The East Seventies Watch me slide 'cross the wall, no conversation in the hall I'm drawn to where it all began Fifth Avenue parade, it's Hallowe'en every day I'm drawn to where it all began What am I saying, how did it get so real? Now we're framed by the railing Watching the smoke rise still Wonder if she's still trying, keeping the means at bay Never meant much to me, I think of it day by day Central park, holiday, see what the papers have to say I'm drawn to where it all began Dream the future, talk of the end, one last chance to leave a friend And now we're really travelling What am I saying, how did it get so real? Now we're framed by the railing Watching the smoke rise still Wonder if she's still trying, keeping the means at bay Never meant much to me, I think of it day by day What am I saying ... What am I saying, how did it get so real? Now we're framed by the railing Watching the smoke rise still Wonder if she's still trying, keeping the means at bay Never meant much to me, I think of it day by day
Letter Will you fall into this scene? A thought you can't conceive, a truth you could believe But you can't escape its touch Reaches you out there, a noise inside your head I will not fight, all the things you would fight All the things you would fight, all the things you would I will not hide from the things you would hide From the things you would hide From the things you are So you want to change your mind To read between the lines, overcome the tide Are you always so afraid To act the way it feels, to speak the things you should? I will not fight, all the things you would fight All the things you would fight, all the things you would I will not hide from the things you would hide From the things you would hide From the things you are I could not be all the things you would be All the things you would be, all the things you are I will not fight, all the things you would fight All the things you would fight All the things you would
Ponderosa Snow drift into sleet Oh, housework for three I'm watching this street Please tell me all I am, all that I am Please tell me all that you can, all that you can Once into the breach Slow turning of speech I'm watching this street Please tell me all I am, all that I am Please tell me all that you can, all that you can Please tell me all I am, all that I am Please tell me all that you can, all that you can Please tell me all I am, all that I am Please tell me all that you can, all that you can
Indigo Lie awake, play back the scene again, colour grain Push me now, if you think that you can, be afraid I walked out all indigo, never stop the scene And you seem to, while you mean to Will you still believe in all you say And to nearly, see it clearly Have to sit through all of it again Push me down, just like d'entre les morte, vertigo Cinema, I know the space to find, some escape I walked out all indigo, never stop the scene And you seem to, while you mean to Will you still believe in all you say And to nearly, see it clearly Have to sit through all of it again And it's hard to leave, it's so hard And it's hard to leave, it's so hard But I'm leaving, yes, I'm leaving before it's begun I walked out all indigo, never stop the scene And you seem to, while you mean to Will you still believe in all you say And to nearly, see it clearly Have to sit through all of it again
The Boston Molasses Disaster I feel like it's OK, catch one word at a time They won't step on the cracks What they don't show you can sting ... These unfamiliar lines, crack and burn in the sun Scratches like a name A voice that rubs off of your skin ... Dream, turn away, dream, a malaise I'm worn down to the bone, catch one word at a time It's dark outside this room What they don't show you can sting ... Dream, turn away, dream, a malaise Dream, I'm away, dream, a malaise
Recorded over nine days at Darnum Wood, November 2003 Backing vocals, electric & acoustic bass by Michael Clarke Drums & percussion by Mark Olszewski. Vocals & acoustic guitars by Michael Owen. Backing vocals, electric & acoustic guitars by Gordon Clarke. Music & lyrics by Owen/Clarke. Arrangements by Kinematic. Engineered & recorded by Kevin Ross on the 10T mobile. Mixed by Michael Stifter. Mastered by François TÊtaz at Moose Mastering. Trumpet & cello - Michael Clarke. Xylophone - Michael Owen. Cello - Jhana Pfeiffer-Hunt. Violin - Jaime 'Jippa' Pitman. Piano & pedal organ - Karen Yuen. Keyboards & ProTool edits - Gordon Clarke. Drum tech - Joseph Leban. Our thanks to Wes Eicke, Jimi Hocking, Jaime Pitman, Kevin Ross & Matt Smith for supplying the gear we needed and didn't have. To Richard Bolmat & Brooke Thirlwall for the mixing liaison. And to Kevin Ross and Michael Stifter whose generosity and expertise made it all happen. Original paintings by John Hunt. Art layout by Gordon Clarke.