Last Fire

by Remerra

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03:30
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03:28
3.
03:35
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04:12
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released July 3, 2012

Recorded at Villa Ocala
Mixed by Erik Jahner at Robot Lemon, Nashville
Mastered by Nathan Abhigantaphan at Georgetown Masters, Nashville
Cover art by Matt Weiner
Design by Sarah Moore

All songs written and recorded by Remerra
Remerra is Josh Cropper, Pat Reyhle, Pat Walker

All Rights Reserved Copyright © 2012

Learn more at Remerra.com or Facebook.com/Remerra

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The Nashville based rock trio re-formed in Nashville in 2011 after having grown up playing together in Kansas City. Aggressive with a keen sense of style, Remerra’s music flaunts searing guitar work propelled by tight, dynamic drum and bass lines. Thoughtful lyrics and hooky melodies compliment their progressive style with an emotive growl that bypasses fluff and centers on personal outlook. ... more

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Track Name: Hey Fever
You want to steal me the flavor
Say this is yours
Go and reveal fickle fashion
Show everyone
I never freeze with a fever
Cold sterile blood

Grieving the loss of an old visionary
Grieving the loss of a soul
Grieving the loss of an old visionary
Grieving the loss of a soul

Hey fever warm me the same way
Heal what I've done
Don't want to speak with a stranger
Whiskey-mint breath

Grieving the loss of an old visionary
Grieving the loss of a soul
Grieving the loss of an old visionary
Grieving the loss of a soul
Fever, you can be my last fire
Fever, you can be my last fire

Oh baby I'm a fissure
Clear break in the mainstream
Hear your hand is such a safe bet
Fake love can be a goldmine
Don't make me a believer
No faith in the classroom
Oh baby I'm a dirt bag
No

Grieving the loss of an old visionary
Grieving the loss of a soul
Grieving the loss of an old visionary
Grieving the loss of a soul
Fever, you can be my last fire
Fever, you can be my last fire
Track Name: Brink
See you in the streetlight
Breathe me in slow
Seated on the brink of fear and control
Ink it in with needles
Speak how you long to
Breed the hope and flee out
I'm relieved you run

Leave me in awe, still I wanna be there
Leave me in awe, still I wanna see her
Leave me in awe, still I wanna be there
Leave me in awe, still I wanna see her

Bleed me dry with sweet eyes
Please go expose
Every inch of beauty
Steel statue pose
Easy be the hard hand
Beat for the heart string
Breed the hope and flake out
I'm relieved you run

Leave me in awe, still I wanna be there
Leave me in awe, still I wanna see her
Leave me in awe, still I wanna be there
Leave me in awe, still I wanna see her

Oooh what's in the bag?
Oooh what's in the bag?
Who? What's in the bag?
The bag, the bag, the bag

Leave me in awe, still I wanna be there
Leave me in awe, still I wanna see her
Leave me in awe, still I wanna be there
Leave me in awe, still I wanna see her
Track Name: Sex Hair
You belong with the conscious and the favored kids
Strut the art of a pill pop and a chaser kiss
Tell me all 'bout your mother while you burn the bed
Sex hair, run a comb through, never straighten out

You are the sun bleaching out the love
I don't wanna be bad
I don't wanna be bad
You are the sun bleaching out the love
I don't wanna be bad
I don't wanna be bad

You can talk to the sailors and the plastic girls
Breaking lines with a razor
Cut the weak shit out
Tell him to hold you till the shaking stops
Sex hair, run a comb through, never straighten up

You are the sun bleaching out the love
I don't wanna be bad
I don't wanna be bad
You are the sun bleaching out the love
I don't wanna be bad
I don't wanna be bad

Don't wanna be bad
Don't wanna be bad
Don't wanna be bad

You are the sun bleaching out the love
I don't wanna be bad
I don't wanna be bad
You are the sun bleaching out the love
You just wanna be bad
You just wanna be bad
You are the sun bleaching out the love
I don't wanna be bad
You just wanna be bad
We are the sun bleaching out the love
We just wanna be bad
We just wanna be bad
Track Name: Legion
We're a legion walking aimless
Burning cash on a Hollywood facelift
A heavy ego, a heavy bank note
Don't one me up 'cuz this image is cutthroat
You stamp a passport, they get a food stamp
Send the plate back the caviar's tainted
Go be a leach now, attention junkie
And smile big for the fall

Oh maybe I'm a Roman soldier
Two feet standing on your shoulders
Oh maybe I'm a Roman soldier
Two feet standing on your shoulders

You're the limelight, a demi-preistess
Blowing coke while you're sucking up newsprint
Exploit the high life, go driving wasted
USA youth got a blueprint for quick death
They're gonna force-feed
I hope you spit back
Sex, lies, all your banter is bullshit
Go flap your jaws now, attention junkie
And smile big for the fall

Oh maybe I'm a Roman soldier
Two feet standing on your shoulders
Oh maybe I'm a Roman soldier
Two feet standing on your shoulders

Oh maybe I'm a Roman soldier
Two feet standing on your shoulders
Oh maybe I'm a Roman soldier
Two feet standing on your shoulders