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The Year Dot

by firestations

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You can build a building put people in it Make them move house and call another house a home You and me have the strangest interactions We’re falling apart in the societal weakness But if you want it to stop just say when The voice seems So powerful And that’s the problem Makes this so difficult We carry on like it’s all just a game And that’s the problem There’s no easy solution The quota is there so you don’t exceed it Just focus on the screen and keep the questions to yourself Pretend that you care but your heart’s not in it If you won’t do the job there’s always someone else who will And if you want it to stop just say when
I won’t hear a bad word Spoken against him Cos I just know him And he’s always been alright with me Make your own mind up He’s not a bad guy He’s got problems Just trying to make it Through the everyday I call on you to cast the first stone I call on you to make it on your own
Receiver 03:43
I could tell that something was wrong All upside-down inside-out I couldn’t move and I couldn’t speak Lying face down in the crowd I won’t be found You are the receiver you get the message And I can be so sure you’re still around You are the receiver you get the message I need to be so sure you’re still around
Old Letters 04:23
Wasted and useless Still I sit here My mind is floating Lost in the atmosphere You always come in And read the old letters Make the same conclusions Elders and betters This conversation Stuck in another time The old voice repeating The unforgiving line They made you disappear
Holdouts 04:19
They sent a message They sent a message I can’t decipher Some foreign language But it was something about a machine Like it’s coming to take me on And I’m hiding up in the lemon trees Down by the wreckage They will find in me An enemy to be reckoned with One second I’m asleep The next I’m wide awake and I’m fighting Everything is calm And I’m happy to let down my guard I’ve been here so many years Made a new home here But I’m always ready to leave Cos it’s the land of the setting sun Land of half-remembered dreams I’m seeing through you again
Blue Marble 04:17
This blue marble Crystal clear Unconstrained Unconstrained This blue marble It contains All that we are All we ever will be We know who we are We know who we are We are not important Inconsequential But this blue marble This blue marble Orbit looking down Can you make the details out? Creator and destroyer Only a momentary master And then we’re moving on
Think of me now as a lost traveller With no guarantee I will make it out Look over there it’s the great divide The naysayers there may never know We will wake up Far future morning The lost travellers In a simulation I am like a ghost You are like a ghost People kept apart Perhaps we don't belong here I am like a ghost You are like a ghost People out of time Perhaps we shouldn't be here
I swear my fingers moved Of their own accord I did not tell them to I was just looking on And if I was not there Living in that bubble Outside the difference Is becoming so clear What you deserve What they deserve Shout out They have to listen now Past lives that you never had You’re living then instead of now Made up those memories Because they told you to There is a disconnect Which they all deny You won’t see them again But you can’t ask why
From Here 03:33
It was a plastic and uplit city A kind of showroom sheen You feel guilt and you can’t be proud When you’re too busy being mean Can’t find a place to rest your bones So they’re just sticking through The face looked out of place In the race it was entered into The face looked out of place In the race it was entered into If you come from here You can only belong here If you come from here You’re a son and I’m a daughter Is that enough? To know what you’re after? Leave the bricks and leave the mortar All exposed Good to see how it was made
Clouds roll in Clouds roll in There’ll be a storm in the morning Pressure builds Before it breaks With the pattern formed under our skin Lightning strike And it opens up a door Lightning strike From the edges down to the core it goes Silver light Silver blue light Where it lands next no one can tell Memories fade The focus shifts We’re doomed to repeat ourselves


released April 6, 2018

Michael Cranny, Laura Copsey, Martin Thompson, Giles Littleford, Tom Hargreaves

Chin Keeler drums on tracks 4,5,6,8

Drums on tracks 1,3,7,10 recorded by Simon Nelson at Studio Klank
Drums on tracks 4,5,6,8 recorded by Oscar Ball

Produced by Michael Cranny
Mastered by Oli Horton
Artwork by Emily Scaife
Design by Laura Copsey and Emily Scaife


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We write alt-pop songs and then mess them up.

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“Melancholy tempered by shimmering shoegaze stylings... a wistful delight.” Electronic Sound Magazine

“Firestations present that sense of worldly vulnerability in synth-driven glimpses of the sublime.” ★★★★ THE LIST

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