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Shake the Chill

by Armada

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1.
Back in town, I got some money, got a job for myself And I can put the piss and vinegar back onto the shelf Thanks and please, open seas, eggs and toast to your health Back in town, I got some money, got a job for myself In a syncopated sun, I have found my place I can feel it in my lungs and I am not afraid It's a graceful collection of lights in my head Of oceans and beautiful heat Cold is the cowboy with no place to go And so it's hotels and hometowns for me I got my daddy's jaw for taking punches I got his rock & roll I got a girl, she got my heart I got two mothers with soul I got half a dozen unrelated brothers And a real one at home And California, California, California my home
2.
The Sprinter 03:34
I can't control it when my blood is beating out of pocket My heart is swollen on a section of the past A small obsession with a sunny set of sterling people Outshining everything about me very fast I want the comfort only gotten when you gain perspective To chalk it up to youth and bury it in time But I can feel the chilly pull of beckoning regression The kind that fights you like an army for your life Old circumstances made a man of me but there's the question What kind of man did I become? Cold shoulder curls around my heart strings and it leaves me breathless These demons keep me on the run The conversation getting slower and my words are empty The subtle shock of watching people looks away I still remember standing frozen over kitchen tables And looking up at golden crowded balconies I made a promise not to drag it out and paint it vivid I made a promise not to pick and pull and peal it back But if a recollection turns into an old obsession I'm gonna have to paint that motherfucker black I'm walking away Let the sun wash down my face I'm walking away Let the sun course through my veins
3.
I'm so tired, I can't find the beat Of the distant deep explosions in my chest I can see you're quite the record breaking tease And a friend to all this patience that you test So I break it up and shake it out And walk offstage Watch the rain melt the buildings to the street Run home and peel away all these Shiny faces that I wore today And make stupid little preparations for the week You cut me once, I'm afraid to dance You cut me twice, this is what I call A little red line romance You cut me once, I'm afraid to dance And my face begins to change I smoke the wrong end of my cigarettes And I look for friends In anything that's easy to explain Nothing seems to chase the ghosts away And I swear to God That this loneliness has got to have a name Breakdown, crackpot, Tolerant television 'cause I need a lot And the price is right when I can't crack a smile And don't be scared of flights of hundred-mile stares At your reflection of examples of denial 1 2, 3 4 I count my blessings, then I'm out the door Gonna pray myself a little ticket out this place Yes please, two lumps I fix my tie, then I cock the gun Gonna blow away all these cobwebs in perfect taste
4.
Renaissance 04:07
I rose hell from a jail cell I couldn't count another crack in the floor Left blood and sweat on the prison gate When I ran out the front door But now I'm free... I've done my time as an Other One But I still can't shake the chill Gonna squeeze and heat with all my friends Gonna lose my breath and still I will be free... When I die, when I die I hope you pour one out for me When I die, when I die I hope you'll be there Mr. Rigby goes and he leans against the fence And he wonders where in heaven's name his wife has gone Mrs. Tom believes that her luck is heaven sent When from the depths of outer space she hears a song My lungs were tight in black and white I could not greet the moon But now every little drop of blood I taste Is the greatest little piece of news To me... I see her there when the river's low And the streets begin to buzz The world has tilted on its feet 'Cause I find myself in love And I'm completely free Welcome to my Renaissance 3, 2, 1 submission Cigarette butts and a little talk Are the tickets for admission When I die, when I die I hope you raise a glass to me When I die, when I die I hope you'll be there

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We're awful proud of this record and we hope you enjoy it. We hear it cures mental illness if played backwards.

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released January 5, 2010

All sounds made by Cody Page, Jeremy Gruber & Eddie Core with the exception of Beautiful Heat in which Darian Cowgill does some yelling.

Recorded and mixed at The Den Recorders, Pasadena, CA
Produced and mixed by Darian Cowgill
Engineered by Darian Cowgill and Mike Boden
Mastered by Sangwook "Sunny" Nam at The Mastering Lab, Ojai, CA

All songs written by Armada.
©Armada, 2010
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Artwork by Jorge Oswaldo: jorgeoswaldo.com
Photography by Adam Hendershott: hendershotts.com

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Armada Los Angeles, California

Armada are a powerful four piece cranking out soulful indie rock from the bleeding heart of Los Angeles. Brain meets brawn with sharp, earthy lyrics wrapped in classic, rough-and-tumble songwriting. This is what might happen if Spoon, Wilco, and Black Rebel Motorcycle Club threw a pool party with Queens of the Stone Age scoring the water ballet. ... more

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