Friendly Fires

by Aidan Knight

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  • Digital Album

    Immediate download of 3-track album in your choice of high-quality MP3, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.

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  • Limited Edition 7" Vinyl

    Hand folded, hand screened on Stumptown recycled cardstock. Includes Friendly Fires b/w Lambics on black vinyl. Best listened to at 45RPM, loudly and with friends.

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Originally intended as a Tour Only 7", Friendly Fires is now presented online as a 3 song Digital EP that explores the drifts of friendship and the creation of beer. Recorded, Mixed, Produced by Aidan Knight with the help of Danny Costello, Colin Nealis and Versicolour's Jon Anderson.

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released 30 November 2010
Music & Lyrics by Aidan Knight

Recorded at Studio Sinclair
Produced & Engineered by Aidan Knight
Additional Engineering by Danny Costello & Colin Nealis
Mastered by Jonathan Anderson

Friendly Friends
Colin Nealis • Viola, Bass
Olivier Clements • Flugelhorn, Wurlitzer, Percussion
David Barry • Guitar, Percussion
Julia Wakal • Flugelhorn, Omnichord, Glockenspiel

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Track Name: Friendly Fires
Writing a song for Merkadie Bernard
A close family friend, A stranger of sorts
How can you propose that we never talk that much?
A friendly shake of hands
We were talkers long before this ever present silence
We talked too long ago
Now it's quiet

Running down stairs with my feet on the couch
A play for your friends
Also, your folks
How can you propose that we never talk that much?
A friendly shake of hands
We were talkers long before this ever present silence
We talked too long ago
Now it's quiet

Friendly Fires
When we put out
The memories, are not as sweet
Friendly Fires
Track Name: Lambics
Hold me in your arms
And take another drink
Of the bottle of ale
Or the bottle of fame

The bitter flower pressed
Each and every Spring
My failures attest
To the blooming from the grave
And in defeating death, I sing

Pursing my lips
Around the bottle's seal
And looking within
My influence revealed

The sweetness of the beer
The lambic on my tongue
How can the throat reject
What the body wants?

See, see me when I go
Return, a new man
See, see yourself in me
And I, see myself in him

All my darkest parts, in the light
All my darkest parts, in the light
All my darkest parts, in the light
All my darkest parts, in the light