The Red Organ Sessions

by Kyoto

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released April 8, 2016

Recorded at: Red Organ Studios
Produced by: Steven Patrick Ulrich
Lyrics by: Czeto/Daoust
Music by: Kyoto

Vocals & Guitar: Antony J Czeto
Vocals & Guitar: Sam Daoust
The Bass: Gabi Trainor
The Drums: Kaan Darcey

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Kyoto Vancouver, British Columbia

Kyoto is a four piece rock ’n’ roll band. Existing in the space between high and low fidelity, between emotional catharsis and understated groove. Dry as a bone but straight to the marrow.

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Track Name: Page One
I'm a human
and I know that
Paige is just a small girl who really needs to be loved.

Taking tight turns,
twist at my heart;
taking hard pumps that pump at your heartstrings.

Baby brother
don't tell mother
that I caught myself looking at the dirty mirror

Baby brother
don't tell mother
that I caught myself looking at the dirty mirror

Take your time 'cause I've got mine
it's no chip up off my shoulder.
Words she strung up on a line,
wrote it onto stagnant water.
"Run to you,
it's this thing I do."
Page turns.

She's a woman,
and she knows that
all these ugly faces want her to cave in.

Tearing her up,
breaking her down,
pushing her hard to spill her little secrets.

Little sister,
my resistor,
tell me what I need to do for you to keep warm.

Little sister,
my resistor,
tell me what I need to do for you to keep warm.

Take your time 'cause I've got mine
it's no chip up off my shoulder.
Words she strung up on a line,
wrote it onto stagnant water.
"Run to you,
it's this thing I do."
Page turns.
Track Name: Tangerine Gold
The fruit that wanders will grow the most ripe.
The soil under alive in the night.
Let the springtime flow out of your heart,
let yourself reap what you've sought.

A piece overpowers your urge for flight.
You cease to rely on your eyes for sight.
The boa will slither right into your soul,
all the while you search for Tangerine Gold

We'll be lying prostrate in the field,
all the breaths that a human does steal.
I'll be crying no way shall we part,
no more fading to dark.

A piece overpowers your urge for flight.
You cease to rely on your eyes for sight.
The Boa will slither right into your soul,
all the while you search for Tangerine Gold