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Little Red Lung

by Little Red Lung

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Tim Ramage
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Tim Ramage Saw Little Red Lung open for Wovenhand @ The Satellite. They utterly charmed me.
Daniel Mayes
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Daniel Mayes There's something about LRL that is undefinable. Dynamic and charismatic music with stunning vocals. So refreshing to hear a singer without copious amounts of autotune!! Lovely arrangements and wonderfully crafted productions make each of the tunes a journey for the ears! Quirky but not silly, unique but very accessible. Favorite track: Rare Bird.
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IRM Eclectic and unique! Definitely check them out!
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1.
50 Fingers 03:45
If you were a diamond I would dig you up And use you to cut These belt straps from my feet They've been tightening for weeks I can move my little toe and if I concentrate In a day or two I could move more In a day or two I could be air-bound You play the game like no one's watching Please wake up, please wake up There's three inside the next apartment Please get up, please get up Your lungs are getting lazy dear I'll squeeze the water out But I can't hold your pelvis up from the ground You're on your own now You play the game like no one's watching Please wake up, please wake up There's three inside the next apartment Please get up, please get up For every inch there's 50 fingers pointing back Your gold balloons nor sincere face will take you back
2.
Ink Blot 04:33
The weight inside a picture frame Not nearly salvaged as the blade That cuts the maps and figure eights To occupy that little space Your better half is on parade Internal organ pop-up display A star is just as deadly as the day We've been relying on ink blot test Tethering white silhouettes Oh avalanche, you're wasting your time Come hell or high water I wont die If there's a blood stain in the road I can't help the innuendo I can't help the innuendo You think that you're a storm cloud in heat Vertebrae a thousand daggers deep The wet air cracks your mouth to speak From battle line's long suffering In worn custody burning the seeds We've been relying on ink blot test Tethering white silhouettes
3.
Rare Bird 03:46
A glass airplane, circles over every jaw looking up Fear of a name, cursive in the porous spots And if you are a rare bird, build me into what you need These wings, could skin the surface of a hundred knees We are, plummeting down aboard this raging star The heir to close calls, pet names and punctuation False so often, painted red on every wall Your bones so thin, a hairline fracture in the wind A heart full of butter knives and paper bricks And if you are a rare bird, build me into what you need These wings, could skin the surface of a hundred knees Sharp feet, propellers restless and two tons of meat We are, plummeting down aboard this raging star credits
4.
Fangs 03:49
I buried your fangs in the heart of a deep well Your mouth was on fire and bone sore I know you dug for years below the ground You shouldn't be wild inside if you're a beast in the headlights In an instant your predator hands reached to the throat I knew you were waiting to die the whole time Your legs they swung for hours in semi-spires You shouldn't be wild inside if you're a beast in the headlights
5.
It must have been a scratch under the film Of the magnifying glass If I were able to see the dirt Under your nails, I would have stopped the press I shred it all into a landfill So stop asking me Your irises have roots before they hit the ground All the letters start with "dear" and "if you could" and "I'm so sorry" They spotted you collecting dust From index toe to string I shred it all into a landfill So stop asking me You look like an arrow Your irises have roots before they hit the ground
6.
Marble jaw, strangling tree Palms wet, red teeth You touch down like trouble Rolling in on four feet Blurry eyed and double vision Laughing in the dead heat Shrieking bell, hanging rope Waist side, high hopes Your legs flew like ribbons Tied you to a deep rock Their beaks hover 'round us Waiting for the big drop

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Produced, Recorded and Mixed by Ali Nikou at Blaster Master Productions

Mastered by Reuben Cohen at Lurssen Mastering

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released March 20, 2012

Album Artwork by Sarah Sitkin

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Little Red Lung Los Angeles, California

"Adventurous music perfectly suited for the expanded minds of KCRW listeners."
- KCRW

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