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1.
North by north— lest we have to settle down we can sail without the wind in this town Things that London never saw Northern winters start to thaw; To islands on the sea, lands I’ve never seen, things will get calmer—follow me. You said a long long time ago you were happy being someone Let's go far far far from home I'll be glad to be with someone Land pneumonia, your engines in repair; plant begonias, and orchids in your hair. Continents all made of clay Dreamers leaving every day To islands on the sea, lands I’ve never seen, things will get calmer—follow me. Someone told me you had oceans in your eyes Cold as shadows over European skies Coasting out the shallow day Leaving London in decay To islands on the sea, lands I’ve never seen, things will get calmer—follow me.
2.
B Film 03:55
I can't pay today and I never will I'm on the downside of the double bill Here's where I am (no surprise) A Monogram guy with Bela Lugosi eyes So why did you say love is an act of the will? to see something in me is to fall in love w/ a B film, Detective on call, Columbia crime; with you in the hall, and me on the line. When you come in you're my only income On Poverty Row, my silver screen someone. So why did you say love is an act of the will? to see something in me is to fall in love w/ a B film, Camera's on, I read my lines Up from the dead, I give you Plan 9 If you can say cut and live with the take It's not much of a set; it's all I've got time to make. So why did you say love is an act of the will? to see something in me is to fall in love w/ a B film.
3.
Logos 04:34
Signs on every mountain side line highways, stitching desert thread. Billboards break my spirits down, sky writing in this shell over my head My soul goes with your logos From check-in to the flight My soul goes with your logos There's no place left to dream tonight. All these colonies complete All these visions come from you Every space around replete I can't think when you wallpaper my room. My soul goes with your logos From black-out to the light My soul goes with your logos There's no place left to dream tonight. Give me radio time On the wires in your mind Keep transmitting, I will hear you… My soul goes with your logos Slavoj was probably right My soul goes with your logos There's no place left to dream tonight. My soul goes with your logos From knock-out to the fight My soul goes with your logos There's no place left to dream tonight.
4.
I put on a disguise And put out both your eyes …you will not see me …you will not see me. So put on infrared; Turn the light off in your head …you will not see me …you will not see me. It's my polaroid solution 'till we sort out this confusion; in a station at the metro, holding out for revolution. Train your lens down on my face; Come kinetoscope my place. …you will not see me. …you will not see me. When the train has disappeared, Every trace of me has cleared, …you will not see me. …you will not see me. Shadows, shot and framed in time, developing. From Sartre to Lacan You can keep your flashlight on, But you will not see, Or hear a thing from me. So turn on your TV, Pixeled faces on a screen. …you will not see me. …you will not see me.
5.
Future Self 04:20
Almost every thought fits neatly on this card; I could believe you. I could deceive you. Driving in my car Horizons in the dark; This dissolution is our resolution. Our future selves are free Your future self will love me. Our future eyes will see. Your future self will love me. Your plans are on display, You’ve got a fail-safe dossier; Are you electric? Are you a skeptic? When we try to comply with no thought for our lives Are we courageous? Or are we contagious?
6.
Metropolis 03:32
Loud, subaltern city streets, bellies wild with discontent; tall, glass buildings, where we meet watching classes in descent. Whoever made these robot angels, made these urban trash crustaceans; they occupy the same streets, and we fill the day with locusts and magazines. Just south of here, utopia for sixty bones, euphoria they're keeping cartoon main streets lit. And all these puppet cultures learn every first world has a third; only love escapes this glass metropolis. Now information without flesh means your body's just a drive, loading up with life and death: the after-human has arrived. Melancholy and relief for the things we never know, a constellation of defeat in this sidewalk shadow show Whoever made these robot angels, made these urban trash crustaceans; they occupy the same streets, and we fill the day with locusts and magazines. Just south of here, utopia for sixty bones, euphoria they're keeping cartoon main streets lit And all these puppet cultures learn every first world has a third; only love escapes this glass metropolis. Let your eyes go To Llano Out the window To the last maypole
7.
I write heresies and sign my name, publish and perish all the same. You ask why should I not stay? Your sobrieties are all a shame If you have pills on the candle flame. Tell me, where's your doubter's face? Your anxieties caught in a pill Makes you feel like you can feel When your religion is all DeMille Just wash it down, wash the lies out from the real. With your doubts, it's all the same Now you see how it feels to say, "I fell off my name." Your computer says your time is gone You've been idling for too long. You give up now, and turn away And when the virus makes your blood start to decay With your doubts, it's all the same Now you see how it feels to say, "I fell off my name."
8.
Geneva's gone, like forgotten songs in a country sleeping warmly in the night. We believe Exxon, and we play along the water getting blacker as we fight Geneva's gone, like a faded song an extra-legal table-turning dream where one record speaks and another dies, writing memos that are never as they seem. We will hear again in the years ahead you've no memory of these many crimes but these microphones tell of missing bones and cameras capture weapons in your mind Geneva's gone, like a foreign song Just how many held you cannot say And when organs fail, it's a small detail Your pious eyes are showing no dismay. We will hear again in the years ahead you've no memory of these many crimes but these microphones tell of missing bones and cameras capture weapons in your mind
9.
He won't know Adorno He's an adult with an adcult You can buy your way into his head He was never better Wearing sneakers and a sweater Made by 12-year-olds sweating in Shenzhen He says, Let's drive, drive, drive Till we burn, burn, burn, We can choke on it later on tonight And we'll fumble with the planet Dry the river and then damn it Just persuade me that everything's all right. This was his reality, says the stupid love equality And he's never seen a car he didn't like On code like a reptilian Pays Rapaille another billion From your cortex to the page is just a hike. So Let's drive, drive, drive Till we burn, burn, burn, We can choke on it later tonight And we'll fumble with the planet Dry the river, then we'll damn it Just persuade me that everything's all right. Because things…we've got to have our things. We're not persuaded by the Omnicom We're not persuaded we're the only ones We're not persuaded by hegemony We're not persuaded we were ever free Is that your conscience, or are you alone? Is that Noam Chomsky on the telephone?
10.
Being There 03:15
Moving days are coming Like the traffic, full of broken worlds. Being there is harder when you feel it, when your self is long deferred. And when you talk to me, don't talk through me. My remote control keeps you lit up on the screen in my soul. Typing in your office while I am holding up the line. And when you talk to me, don't talk through me. Your remorse is code But you talk right to me talk right through me My remote control keeps you lit up on the screen in my soul. That's what these zeros and ones are saying that's the code. That's it. Zero as a place means one Zero as a place means... Absent-minded on the freeway Just pull over on the shoulder.
11.
Speeches 03:00
I’ve been trying to watch this thing, but the truth is truth is a bit obscene. If they said everything, then they lied. And at the fall fire line They bought time On your TV screen So some white-haired guy Can give speeches On and on and on through the night. And if you’re watching again (I don’t know now) it’s not half as strange as it’s been (or will be). Channel 66 and I still can’t see what the things they said have to do with free. If we left everything, we’d be fine. At the last free side I brought my revelation dream Of a gun-less sky And I gave speeches On and on and on through the night. We missed the last peace train We’ve gone insane A radiation cloud starts to rain And you hear speeches On and on and on through the next fire line They’ll buy more time On your TV screen So some white-haired guy Can give speeches On and on and on through the night.
12.
Red State 02:33
I will be blue in a red state all the long day with you. And when iron curtains start to fall, foreign lovers reaching through the wall. These policies will freeze, But hearts are warm technologies In failed democracies. I will be blue in a red state all the long day with you.

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Faded Paper Figures began, like all great endeavors, as a side-project. Writing songs between dissertation chapters and frenetic bouts of southern California traffic, John (vocals/guitars) and Kael (guitars/keys/machines) were simply looking for an aesthetic and rigorous diversion. Two or three songs into the process, however, things started sounding incredible--much too good to have come from Kael's apartment bedroom. Eventually Heather (additional vocals/keys) began adding some beautiful harmonies, and FPF became the brilliant blend of indie-tronic pop that dazzles on every track in their debut album, "Dynamo."

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released July 11, 2008

R. John Williams - Vocals, Guitar
Kael Alden - Synths, Guitar, Bass, Drums, Machines, Addtnl Vocals
Heather Alden - Additional Vocals and Synths
Produced and engineered by Kael Alden
Mastered by Emily Lazar and Joe LaPorta at The Lodge

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