EP TWO

by KILIMANJARO

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  • This EP was created from a 3 hour, improv driven recording session that took place on June 14th 2010. For the most part, the original structure of each piece was kept intact and then cut together to form EP Two. Some parts were overdubbed - and for the first time, we brought in long time friend and lyricist Chris Simonds on "Blue Circle". In addition, the incredibly talented Jackson Shelton was called in to perform several far eastern instruments on "Expectation".

    artwork by KILIMANJARO
    Produced by KILIMANJARO and Owen Murphy
    Engineered by Owen Murphy
    Additional Engineering by Jeremy Aquilino
    Mastered by Kyle Lampert

    Recorded by Owen Murphy in Massapequa and Brooklyn, New York

    Guitars by Saen Fitzgerald. Drums by Cliff Sarcona. Bass Guitars by Julio Tavarez. Trumpet, Rhodes and other Keys by Duncan Tootill. Additional Guitars by Julio Tavarez. Spoken Words by Chris Simonds. Dilruba, Tanpura, Sitar, Shruti Box, Arp Odyssey
    and additional vocals by Jackson Shelton.

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released August 17, 2010

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Track Name: Blue Circle
what's fair to the prey of your senses?
a smile, a punch? what's a pinch anymore?
it's unanswerable in this modern 'paint the model' consumption
let's give a fair pinch of ideas to the one who's reciprocal for kicks and what's coming
the conversation is wailing and shifting
we're soldering nerves
for in the future feeling dissipates
but the going away has always been happening
with this west and this buckling kinship and unplanned mountains
march the precipice with no regards to wagging tongues tittering
and headless chicken souls going banshee
and match the sink in what it catches
because any school once reverent is now open to revenge
running on or over strangers with anonymous benefit
who is born dry? no one
we're sunk like heavy toes in the tranquil sucking sand
trenches own a certain dig
and if the depth is quality isolation
the sides are sharp and they form a circle
so a man can meet himself