Isolette

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This five-song EP is available as a free download for a limited time. Enjoy.

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released 19 January 2010
Mike Kennedy: guitar, keyboards, vocals
Mary Garito: vocals, keyboards
Jim Kehoe: guitar
Kristine Kennedy: bass, vocals
Steve cawley: drums
Ed Hogarty: guitar

Written and produced by Mike Kennedy. Recorded by MK and Jeff White September-December 2009 at the Shackamaxon Moon Garage and Berks Street Station. "Fourteen Weeks" recorded by Jeff White at The Laundromat January 2010. Mixed and mastered by Jeff White and MK at the Laundromat.

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Track Name: The Last Thing I Remember
a coded message from the end of the night
i've been blinding myself trying to beat out the light
and it's a dangerous thing

to spend the evenings in a state of denial
when the things that you do can be ignored for a while
but can't be ever erased
by just a smiling face

your reputation is a chain on your neck
and you can never redeem if you can never correct
all of the wrongs that you've done
so how can this be fun?

turn to an offer
it's the last thing i remember
and soon when the party ends
and you're alone at last
how will you make amends?
Track Name: Later On We'll Live
small hand around my fingertip,
a grip that was fleeting
and i can not find
a word that can describe that same feeling

the picture does not lie:
the future is all knives

up on the screen
the frame contains the contents of our lives
and no plan can stand
the tragedies at hand are just random

then everything goes fast
these rapids can not last

later on we'll go
to a house that's built on stone
where we can rest our heads alone
away from the sharpened knives
later on we'll all live better lives

wash away the ground
was shifting too fast beneath our feet

and i worried so much
but now i know that perfect is not neat

dilemmas upon us
left us with half as much
Track Name: The Isolette
last week we couldn't sleep at all
from thoughts of empty beds
in the room at the end of the hall

for three months we flinched at every call
it was a terrible summer
counting days until the start of the fall

but down by the river
lying beneath the trees
staring at the light
burning between the leaves
no one here can ever know our lives

in the isolette
you're so warm and slight

searching for quarters for a parking space
for 89 days we were visitors watching your face

and right now i just want to hold you tight
and say the simple things you say
when you're saying goodnight

but down by the river
lying beneath the trees
staring at the light
burning between the leaves
no one here can ever know our lives

we're waiting here both beside your bed
together but separate
as you sleep in your isolette
Track Name: All Alarms
the summer's over, can we breathe at last
we're giving up on sun, but one by one
we knew the days had to pass

we stared at images in black and white
in the picture was a shadow folded into the light
it's just an anxious abstraction

all i ever wanted
was the sound that i have in front of me
(waiting on the sun we waited out the summer)
now we're peeling off the wires
because all alarms have expired
(waiting on the sun we waited out the summer)
now all alarms are off
you're coming back home from the city

weekly visits led to weakened hopes
we could use another month to get off off the ropes
but this is all that we're getting

i measured lines out as they scratched the scrolls
stretched my fingers to the peaks
and marked ten minutes for a week
this was as long as you'd hold them
Track Name: Fourteen Weeks
fourteen weeks to set my hands at rest
it was a shaky effort, but it was the best that i could do
and while you slept upstairs
i was kicking out the chairs beneath you

and i dont know how you could have chosen these
lives of white lies, blackouts and apologies
and there's so much to lose
there's things that i cannot undo, but now

i won't get lost
i'm yours now
it's autumn and we're home

fourteen weeks to set my hands at rest
it was a shaky effort, but it was the best that i could do
and while you slept upstairs
i was kicking out the chairs, but now

i won't get lost
i'm yours now
it's autumn and we're home

we're his now
it's autumn
and we're home