The Beeping in Our Hearts

by Koala Fires

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All songs by Koala Fires ©2010. Recorded, mixed and mastered by Jon Powers at Full Power Creative Studios in Independence, Kentucky.

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released January 2, 2010

Matt Mooney - guitars, vocals
Kendall Bruns - guitars, Moog, vocals
Mike Paolucci - percussion, vocals
Dan Johnson - bass, vocals

baritone saxophone on Observers performed by Margaret Krueger

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“the band has a manifest talent for crafting memorable riffs”
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"…the songs they write have a timelessness that should ensure a long shelflife. Other contenders for "Best Local Release of 2010" accolades—you have your work cut out for you." - Mike Breen, Cincinnati CityBeat ... more

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Track Name: Observers
Up here from where we are your troubles seem so small, each hurrying to where you need to be. Please, if you find some time, just look up toward the sky; we’ll see you and we’ll know you know we’re here. We’re watching you to try and understand your lives full of regret. We’re marking down each time you turn away from something you shouldn’t. It makes it very hard to stay disinterested and cold, when we could come down there and we’d be yours to hold. Up here from where we are we feel your deepest pains; we write each down and observe you again. Please try not to be sad and try to give your best, despite the fact that you just want to sleep.
Track Name: The Friendly Ghost
I think of everything most of the time when it’s tomorrow, and I have absolutely nothing on my mind when it’s today. So, we start it all over again. We start a song but I’m already gone, thinking only what I thought of yesterday; I cannot make my little fingers play. There’s a ghost that haunts this very stage, although he acts only half my age; It’s me, it’s me after only 28 years. I hear the angel band singing my last song, but they’re getting all of the lyrics wrong. I scare myself—now if I could only scare you, but that just wouldn’t do. I think of all the things that I will never see before tomorrow, and then of all the things that will not look at me when it’s today. So, we start it all over again. We start it strong and I sing it too long, hoping everything will somehow fade away and I will somehow be alive another day. There’s a ghost that haunts this very stage, although he acts only half my age; It’s me, it’s me after only 28 years. I hear the angel band singing my last song, but they’re getting all of the lyrics wrong. I scare myself—now if I could only scare you, but that just wouldn’t do.
Track Name: Thunderbugs
That’s not what you expected to find in that jar. Last night when you threw it in the backseat of your car it was full of lightning bugs. Now it’s full of thunderbugs. We all want to be something better than we were the night before, and we all want to know we’ve affected both your eyes and your ears. When we’re stuck in a jar for too long we become something wonderful. That’s not what you expected to find in that jar. Last night when you threw it in the backseat of your car it was full of lightning bugs. Now it’s full of thunderbugs. We make a loud sound and break the walls down; we’re flying around and scaring everyone. We never knew how this all would work out, but now we’re ready to take on anyone.
Track Name: All the World’s Been Staged
All the kids are feeling better now. They found a way to stop the madness here somehow. A little love and a bit of self respect has kept them aiming for the goodness that is left. Now all the world is an old and rundown stage and all the plays are really starting to show their age. The kids come in when the staff goes home to sleep and shoot the stage with guns of desperate release. We own the night. We’ll set things right. We own the night. We’ll make them right. Everyone face East and fire. Everyone face West and fire. Everyone face me and fire away.
Track Name: Forever Our Heads Will Burn
I’ve waited years for you to call, my ear pressed firmly to this wall, but it’s just an empty resonance that haunts my little existence. I’ll wait another thousand years, its sweetness echoes in my ears; your voice is something physical that pierces this receptacle. And as you sweetly sing into the sky, I fade away as sleep destroys my eyes. Forever we must be apart, but your voice starts the burning in this part. Our heads forever burn in this flame. No matter where we are it always burns the same. We cannot squelch it no matter how we’ve tried. It is the constant that binds us ‘til we die. Forever our heads will burn. It is alive. It is a circle. It’s at the end. It’s at the end. It is a link, and in the middle. It’s at the end. It’s at the end. Love, keep me shining on, although I can’t shine on. Love, keep this fire burning through the night. I have to light her way back to my open arms. Love, always guide her return flight. Forever.
Track Name: La Belle et la Bête
I feel so out of sorts, insignificant and wrong. The notes of your face are so elegantly sung, and written like a hymn that haunts me everyday. This heart is clasped to something it could never be. I will still love you when you’re gone. I will still love you once you’re strong. I can’t belong to anything so beautiful, ‘cause I am nothing but a fool. I just want to die, because I’ll never be as beautiful as you once thought I could be to anyone; but I just want to live, because whenever I am not beautiful, somehow that is beautiful. I will still love you when you’re gone. I will still love you once you’re strong. I can’t belong to anything so beautiful, ‘cause I am nothing but a fool.
Track Name: Devil Girl From Mars
The indicator points to overload. The system will no longer run. An agent based in pure theology has proven painful to technology. The screen is flashing in the Morse code a phrase I cannot comprehend. It is the question with the answer of the question to the answer that it is. There is a devil girl hiding in eternity, and there is an angel girl chasing her where I can’t see. They don’t believe in me. I’ve never been so close to emptiness, nor have I been so far away. I wanted to embrace her subtlety. She wanted to run the other way. Emptiness cannot exist where I exist—she is destroyed by my approach—yet still she writes me every other day in codes I will never ever know. There is a devil girl hiding in eternity, and there is an angel girl chasing her where I can’t see. They don’t believe in me.
Track Name: These Bones Will Dance
This is a song about my bones. They seem so strong when I look at my writing hand, but the words they write are weary and feel like “giving up” and “giving in.” We’re already home and we’ve already left again. We’re already wishing we were living somewhere else. We’re already wrong and we’ve already tried. We’re all sitting here in the middle of our lives, trying not to be terrified. This is a song about the bones that fill the ground when we’re all checking out of here. The tales they tell are weary but we’ll not give them up or trade them in. We’re already home and we’ve already left again. We’re already wishing we were living somewhere else. We’re already wrong and we’ve already tried. We’re all sitting here in the middle of our lives, trying not to be terrified.
Track Name: The Beeping in Our Hearts
This is a test of this heart; A beeping four times apart, and the tickling that’s talking in your side is everyday, and everyday is less excusable than everyday before. Everybody just wants somebody to love them like they wish they could love themselves, and everybody’s looking desperately for something but they keep finding something else. We’re never quite as lonely as when we’re never alone. Filling emptiness with nothing is a dark and dangerous road, and maybe there’s a better…there has to be a better, a better way to go. This is the test of your life; A letter, a silent night, and the fizzling that’s fuzzing in your heart is yesterday, and yesterday’s always a day away until tonight. Everybody just wants somebody to love them like they wish they could love themselves, and everybody’s looking desperately for something but they keep finding something else. We’re never quite as lonely as when we’re never alone. Filling emptiness with nothing is a dark and dangerous road, and maybe there’s a better…there has to be a better, a better way to go.
Track Name: Burn It Down
I am the building’s swift collapse, and I am also cheering it on. I am the skyward soaring ashes, the remains of my glorious destruction. I blot out the sky. It’s the only way I’ll make it to the sky. For I am the devil of my own Hell, and I am burning this place down. I am the fire burning my feet, and yet I am also standing still. I am the smoke that burns in my lungs. The evidence of something greater than me. I blot out the sky. It’s the only way I’ll make it to the sky. For I am the devil of my own Hell, and I am burning this place down. Every road will lead you home except the one you never walk on. Sure, everyone deserves to burn, but is it something you have to act on? Every road will lead you home except the one you never walk on, and if you end up burning it down then we’ll just start building a new one.