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We now have a website up!! The address is simply fireongorgeous.com and a link to that site is available on this site. We are in the process of recording our first e.p., so the rough homemade versions of a couple of songs are still up. However, those will soon be replaced with updated studio versions. Check out our website for the latest news, show dates, merch, and all that other stuff that websites usually have.
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| look i'm here to save you once again making friends with hand me downs (these hand me downs) take time to command silhouettes does it feel it's working out (it's not working out) still not fond of your tone upstairs make my way toward the ledge sink to the soft floor of this boat amused so close to an end amplify the ignorance hold in contempt the past four days...and i want you to blame me occupy the aisles use the headrests complicate the veins...and i want you to blame me epic sin, come on in, elegant, lay me down go...come move to the back (you mask the way) (you...wait...see) cradle these currents miss still not fond of this tone upstairs make my way towards the ledge maybe let him suffer maybe after supper stay closed...stay |
CD: Demo
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| with lips tight i can't kiss the tides my sweet prize applaud every gesture that has ever made me feel sold with hands tied i can't hold your eyes my sweet prize the moment i step aside...cue the fire burning through the plaster with an open torch they'll wash their hands we'll wash our hands burning through the plaster with an open torch rest easy pretty craves me stretch me out stretch me out till i've finally broken silence at the corner store lucky for you lucky for you i'm already gone tuck away they roam in teams tear the oak learn the seams justify the rightgeous kill ingest digest the thrill pity i'm alone with no one here to hold closet games and dried parades unpublished winter calls we are the empty song that died away died away we are the gain fed song that died away died away arranged trust sparatic lust sparatic lust dead weight no room for complaints baby caress me i'm lost without my wings with lips tight i can't kiss the tides my sweet prize applaud every gesture that has ever made me feel sold with hands tied i can't hold your eyes my sweet prize the moment i step aside...cue the fire cue the fire we are the empty song |
CD: Demo
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