The Bright & Blue

by Celadore

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Luke Seymour This band got better with every release. Breaks my heart that they broke up before releasing another full-length. Favorite track: Monsters At The Public Hall.
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Melbourne indie-rock trio Celadore announce the release of new EP 'The Bright And Blue' on October 7 through Popboomerang Records. Produced by Chris Cheney of The Living End, 'The Bright and Blue' is filled with driving, infectious hooks. The four tracks showcase the band's broad yet cohesive take on melodic pop-rock.

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released October 7, 2011

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Track Name: Bakery
stop ringing the telephone
it did what it did and i let it go
wait tight for a man to be
on hands and knees - that's how you think of me?

your wanting will not address
the shiver you get when you talk to them
the odd hook that i have to call
and repeat/ignore
it's not what i'm aiming for

never could the writer say what to say
so leave me at my worst again

is this the bright and blue?
make this worth waiting through

she sits in a bakery
it never meant anything much to me
just something electrical
not ethical
play by my body's rule

doesn't pay to overcome what you've done
talking to yourself in bed

is this the bright and blue?
make this worth waiting through

as i stand you will dance

overcome what you've done
sing it to yourself again

is this the bright and blue?
make this worth waiting through
Track Name: Kinks In Armour
no darker karma
kinks in armour
i'm inventing such
raving and rattling

all that cursing in your head

don't think for me
happy breathing
the night sea air
oh sweet lady reverie

she offers sugar for the cuts

damned little saint made her belly ache
and nothing
in one hundred years of give and take
is coming good

i'll always be brave
on one day in one age
she said "i've seen the devil in this town"
and gave me the vaccine

i've got one naked in a cell

oh my

damned little saint made her belly ache
and nothing
in one hundred years of give and take
is coming good

dragging my feet
out of the fog
up to the hill
where i was from
the longer it takes
the more that i age
burning restraint
again and again

dragging my feet
out of the fog
up to the hill
where i was from
dragging my feet
out of the fog
there's someone to meet
boiling the pot
hissing and hot
ready or not
come to a stop
where is your god?
Track Name: Monsters At The Public Hall
ahead, oh unwilling captain
i hear the grinding of white bared teeth
aware the absence of a harness
undoes all except the knot in me

spent these last few weeks like foreign currency

it's not to do what's as expected
or swing madly on a wrecking ball
i'll learn the california two-step
and dance with monsters at the public hall

hell will be well paid by all the friends i've made
by all the friends i've made

and i see violence
and i see kindness
and i see violence
and i see kindness

i'm responsible
coming to a halt
Track Name: Burn Down The Lighthouse
i know i shouldn't go there
it's a disaster in there
now that i'm thinking of you

and as i sank through the salt
he pulled me into this boat
but i've been floating without you

burn down the lighthouse
burn it to the ground
there's nothing left now

there is proof in some kind
of focus, in black and white
how could it actually be?

i don't want to sit and talk
no i can't deal with the thought
that i am here, and you're not

burn down the lighthouse
burn it to the ground
there's nothing left now
but broken glass and photographs

they run away with the most
as both the servant and host
the greedy fingers of time
no-one says
what i should do with the rest
the inescapable mess
i guess i best exist