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Siren Festival is taking place this Saturday (July 17th) in Brooklyn at Coney Island. We are headlining this year and will be hitting the stage at 7:30. We haven’t played a New York show in over a year.  It is time to come home!

I was packing my bag and thought I would share with you things you might need:

Sunscreen – Matt is so white that if the sun peeks through a shadow it burns him.

Water - Sometimes we forget, but you need a “spacer” between all those beers.

Money for beer – Unless you can scam some… Girls, bat those eyelashes!

Short shorts – Coney Island is hot.  Why wear a lot of clothing?!

Bathing suit or underwear - Who’s ballsy enough to jump in that water?

Cell phone – It’s crazy how you can lose someone as soon as you step off the train.

Grape juice – Come on guys… you know there isn’t grape juice in that bottle.

Your dance shoes – They don’t have to be fancy. They don’t even have to be on your feet.

Extra life – You have to ride The Cyclone and if you survive it you just used up your extra life!

See you guys Saturday.

Big hugs
Kim

p.s.  For info about the festival you can go here  http://siren.villagevoice.com/2010/

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Illustration by Paul Antonson

Philly was a great way to start the holiday weekend. We played a free outdoor show for Radio 104.5. The Piazza was packed and people were ready to let loose in true Philly style. I am going to say that Matt pulled the stupidest stunt when he climbed above the stage. If anyone has photos of that please send them over.
Our 4th of July got a bit out of control, ending the weekend at a friends backyard BBQ party. We watched Matt’s brothers band, “Fletcher C Johnson” and our friend J’s band “The Goddamn Rattlesnake” play.  It was time to call it quits when a crazy neighbor jumped the fence and started shooting roman candles at everyone. GO USA!

Photo by Michael Alan Goldberg

Photo by Michael Alan Goldberg

Photo by Michael Alan Goldberg

Photo by Michael Alan Goldberg

Photo by Michael Alan Goldberg

Photo by Michael Alan Goldberg

Photo by Michael Alan Goldberg

It is always nice to play Boston.  Matt and I are both from New England, so our families come out in full force.  This also means we are on our best behavior…which means I don’t talk much on the mic. You never know what is going to slip out of my mouth. I don’t even know.

Here are a couple pictures from the WFNX Clambake we played yesterday

We also did a secret show in Chicago that was a crazy 3-floor party.  Chicago, you never let us down.

Big hugs,
kim

Pull out all the stops
We are coming home tonight
A pair of old boxing gloves in a new fight
Where every single scar
Well, it means something to me
As if life wrote down my history
My history

Bottles and road signs
Sound like tires on bent wheels
Our hands and feet and ordinary thrills
When we unlocked all the doors
Just so we could finally breathe
Just so we could sew down these torn-up sleeves

Here we stand with a wolf-like shadow
Here we stand in the end
Hey New York, here’s our wolf-like shadow
Hey New York, our old friend

This roof could be my bed
Blankets feel like the night sky
Blankets feel better the heavier they get

Red lights can mean go
I’ll take us home
I’ll take us home
Cut down the blinds from my windows

I stood back on the couch
Remembered this is my life
With my hands over my head
Friends by my side

Here is where we’ll go
I’ll take us home
I’ll take us home
I’ll take us home

Here we stand with a wolf-like shadow
Here we stand in the end
Hey New York, here’s our wolf-like shadow
Hey New York, our old friend

Please direct my call
Like strings and cans through halls
I made some out of lead
and I tried them out in bed
Couldn’t make it through the walls

Turn this boat around
We’re starting to go down
But it begins to rain
You forgot how dark it stains
Thought it was a drought

La la la leave it all behind
La la la see the fight
La la la make the best of it
La la la and goodnight

Left turn look both ways
Take breaks on cloudy days
With miles and miles of roads
How’d you know which ones have holes
I’m glad we didn’t stay

La la la leave it all behind
La la la see the fight
La la la until the end
La la la and goodnight

Locked knees, no keys
Brooklyn, Grand Street
Four flights, late nights
Black socks, white dice
Ten pounds, loud sounds
Turned up, tied and bound

Don’t slow down

Fire escapes sunny
Don’t slow down
Butter and honey
Don’t slow down
Iron and money
Don’t slow down

Don’t slow down
Pen versus pencil
Don’t slow down
I don’t make the rules
Don’t slow down
Physical mental
Don’t slow down

Don’t slow down

Gardens and trashcans
Hoodies and Chuck Ts
Arms, fingers and hands
Don’t slow down

Don’t slow down
I’m feeling restless
Don’t slow down
Summons and sentence
Don’t slow down
We’ve made some messes
Don’t slow down

Don’t slow down

Tape holds things that cannot stick
And keep leftovers in the fridge
While lessons learned go down the drain
I can’t believe everything
And all the bad names gone
And the good ones were all wrong

And so I stayed up all night
Slept in all day
This is my sound
Thinking ’bout tomorrow won’t change
How I feel today

Never let your mark erase
‘Cause broken legs can be replaced
Two steps to the finish line
Three sips ’til I finish mine
A straw will always suck it out
Close your eyes and use your mouth
And tell me ’bout your song

And so I stayed up all night
Slept in all day
This is my sound
Thinking ’bout tomorrow won’t change
How I feel today