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1.
Sirens #1 02:28
2.
Roadkill 04:50
My foot on the gas A road in the dark Take care of your steps Watch out when you walk And get out of my way ’cause I am driving blind I will hurt you hard and then leave you behind And yes, I know, life is ugly and unkind I will smash your skull and then leave you behind Get out of my way, get out of my way... [repeats] The road in the dark My foot on the brake Was out of control I made a mistake
3.
Dry Wood 03:51
My fingers are dry leaves that fall from my hands My body is frail like an autumn timberland Dropped my claws and teeth as I dropped my defense I have no more questions, I have no demands My mind is a wasteland invaded by you Make it your kingdom, worth travelling through Chop the trees, clear the country, leave a permanent trace It could make this land a nicer place Turned on the heating, locked up the door It's the same old pattern, as the years before Alas, little hedgehog, say, when will you learn That your bristles won't save you when your demons return? I should change my old habits, put on my new shoes And walk towards and not away from you But my mind is a wasteland and I have no maps, Couldn't you be a compass to guide my steps? Could you guide my steps? Like birches in autumn I shiver and wilt My reason's the foliage, the trunk is my guilt Cut it down into pieces and set me to flames Make the brightest of fires out of my remains And I will burn for you And warm your frozen feet And I will burn for you And I'll burn for you And melt your frozen feet I'll burn for you For you.
4.
Wastelands 03:51
It was been a long way south To the endlessly stretching desert I've got dust in my mouth And a sting in my chest And now I've got no use For what I had seemed to need I've got sand in my shoes And an endless silence in my heart And it's a long way home And I'll never really get there For the one coming back isn't me anymore Not the same as before but someone Who has learned to fall and get up after all
5.
Relapse 05:19
This is the wind calling Inviting me out Knocking 'gainst my window, whispering "play with me please, please" And glittering flakes falling from heavy white clouds All that was gray turns white again and sets my mind at ease But I don't dare leaving the house tonight And I don't care what you say; I will stay inside But I don't dare leaving the house tonight And I don't care what you say, it is safer inside None of my friends calling to ask what I do I could answer I'm crossing their names Off the list in my heart And spend most of the days scrawling weepy letters to you Only then to grab the paper and tear it apart I don't dare leaving the house tonight And I don't care what you say; I will stay inside I don't dare leaving the house this week And I don't care what you offer, it's not what I seek This is the wind blowing the tiles off of my roof Howling: "you can't hide in there forever, my dear!" I crawl under the bed, knowing I can't yet unable to move: "Listen, wind, it's oh so warm and safe in here!" And I don't dare leaving the house tonight And I don't care what you say; I will stay inside And I don't plan on leaving the house this year. If by then you still remember me, you'll find me here I don't plan on leaving the house this year And if by then you still remember me, you'll find me here
6.
Patience 04:42
I count the falling leaves And feed my disbelief With every grain of sand That's coming down, down, down Let time lapse away, Let hours add up to days While the rain outside Comes pouring down, down, down.. And I wait, and I wait... The clocks are not my friends They wave their wispy hands But everything looks static In this town And days add up to weeks What is it that I seek? A straw, a hand, a hold While I'm slipping down And I wait, and I wait...
7.
Vertigo 02:52
I stand and watch the chairoplane Spinning 'round and 'round All the happy passengers Fly high above the ground How I'd love to take a ride And I'm wishing for the worst: That the chain might break The seat might slide And let me fall and burst I stand and watch the aeroplanes Rise high above the town There's things to be explored out there There's treasures to be found But if I was to take plane My greatest wish would be To fly into a hurricane And drown in the deepest sea And when I go to sleep at night I dream of forks and knives And all the other pretty tools To end a sappy life Like bikes and trains and rubber bands 'Til one day I'll have found The perfect little accident To make me bite the ground
8.
Pirates 03:30
Don't you see my eyepatch and the parrot on my shoulder? Don't you see the broadsword on my belt? I don't plan on staying in this bay I'm gonna take what I need and sail away – I heard that's what pirates do My ship doesn't need no anchor My crew doesn't need no rest My life doesn't need no other There's a rock inside my chest Don't you see my pegleg and the tattoos on my shoulder? It's a proof that I can't be your friend You should keep shady folks like me at bay I'm gonna take what I need and sail away 'Cause that's what pirates do I don't need no hidden treasures I don't need no gems and gold And if you cut apart my ribcage What you'll find is rough and cold My ship doesn't need no anchor My crew doesn't need no rest My life doesn't need no other There's a rock inside my chest Hey! Hey! Hey! Ho!
9.
When you were young And full of life For so many virtuous things you'd strive Eager to grow And to explore The world unseen Where did you go? When did I lose your track? Where did you go? And when will you be back? Past things will fade And rot and rust As your high ideals turn to dust When did you lose your will to live? What was the mistake you could not forgive? Where did you go? When did you run away? Where did you go? What caused your dismay? Where did you go? Where did I lose your track? I miss you so... So when will you be back?
10.
Sirens #2 02:53

about

Sometimes a tiny, coincidental discovery can open completely new horizons. Like when you’re on a crowded party and that one person you decide to talk to turns out to be the love of your life. Or when you’re in a room full of instruments and for once you decide to not to pick the lute, not the weird, fascinating cello-like instrument on the wall… but the banjo.

The Roadkill EP was born from one of these discoveries. There are lots of instruments that I’d always really wished to own or be able to play, a piano, a cello, a harp, a clarinette… but I would never had expected that one day I could fall in love with a banjo.

Yet since this is exactly what happened, I decided to start exploring this instrument’s versatility by recording a couple of songs equipped with nothing else but a banjo. (Well… I admit, there’s a tambourine in one song..)

Over the last four months I collected those songs. They occasionally sprouted, sometimes several a day, sometimes none for weeks, and then grew and ripened. I harvested them at home, though a bit more carefully than usual. They tell little tales of friendship and failure, of discovering the world and of hiding at home, and the banjo helped tracing their contours and gave them a shape.

It brought me through a very cold winter. Now maybe it can brighten yours a bit, too?

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released February 27, 2010

Everything written, recorded and produced by Julia Kotowski.
Cover photograph taken by her in the Californian desert.

The album shall be dedicated to Rick Walker's banjo.

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entertainment for the braindead Berlin, Germany

Julia Kotowski, based in Berlin, weaves her sonic universe from shy song lines, small instruments and field recordings, carefully wraps them in paper cut-outs and serves them with home-made ginger cookies. And coffee.

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