Getting Older​.​.​.​Slower

by KitKarma

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Recorded in Somerset, KY during the first week of March 2011 in Phillip Claunch's basement.

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released May 21, 2011

All music written by KitKarma
all lyrics by Boone Williams
Produced and Recorded by Phillip Claunch and Kitkarma

KitKarma is: Boone Williams/Matt Dick/Aaron Todd
Featuring: Phillip Claunch

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KitKarma Somerset, Kentucky

KitKarma began as a side project for songwriter Boone Williams in the Summer months of 2010. After being joined by childhood friends Aaron Todd (drums) and Matt Dick (bass), the lineup was solidified and KitKarma began work on their debut ep 'Getting Older...Slower'. From July-August of 2011, KitKarma recorded their first full-length album entitled 'Where The Good Fight Gets You'. Out now! ... more

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Track Name: Keeping Things
Breathing it in your own life,
and bringing it back from the other side.
Your keeping things that you should have to hide,
and praying that the worlds won't soon collide...but you know they will though!
I've seen the end and I've seen friends,
I've seen what happens when you try to make ammends.
I've seen it all I've seen it all in black and white,
and thats just fine as long as I can close my eyes before its over...It's over!
Track Name: Getting Older...Slower
Getting older slower oh I like this fine. I'm myself again, I can see, I wasted all of my time.
Transcending all new dimensions to the living room. I've never seen anything, oh but I hope to real soon.
What am I? Who am I? What should I care? I hope the world gets shaken up sometime, oh and I hope that I'm there.
Watch as we sink into life, don't worry everyone's fine I'm alright.

When it comes to being alive,
its nice to know I'm doing alright.
So taking the edge off your life,
sometimes that can work out just fine, maybe some of the time...
To young to be looking back on your life.
Track Name: A Call from Another Room
Waiting for someone to answer, waiting for something thats true.
Waiting for someone to answer a call from another room.
Look up and take in the sky, would it shine if it wasn't for us? How could you be so selfish? The stars don't burn on our blood.
Waiting for someone to answer, look to the sky for clues.
Looking for some simple answers or messages breaking through.
Think of the world and its past, there seems to be some sort of trend, the thing about all us people is this; The Worlds Always Gonna End.
Track Name: Even on Bad Days, Birds still Sing
A sincere thanks comes from me,
as I extend my hand to the king.
It always comes as a shock to see, that even on bad days the birds still sing.
And How could anyone hide your scars, if they never know where they are? So keep them hidden and don't move far, then tie your dreams to the back of a crashing car and I can hear the birds now only faintly it seems.
A car crashes in the night somewhere, So long to all.

We really liked it till we burnt it down, tried to separate the king from the crown, the bad news circled all around, to all the people left asleep in the dying town.
And I can hear the birds now, only, faintly it seems.
A car crashes in the night somewhere, so long to all!
Track Name: Thinking Too Much
I said it again to myself and I understood it well.
I said it again to myself after all my plans had gone to hell.
I heard them again outside they were laughing at my sins, and the man they thought that I'd been.
I stopped the rain from falling just so I could go outside and enjoy the tears they cried, I said it again to myself, and I understood it well.
I said it one last time just in case I never saw them again.

Your thinkin' too much.
Your thinking its too much.

Sleep...Sleep...Sleep Sleep NOW!
So come one. Come all. We're tearing down the walls to your imagination.
Track Name: Careful What you Say
Careful what you say as it floats into outer space.
It's much too nice a day to go spillin' your emotions all over the place.
Finding your insides hiding out somewhere after the dark.
Finding the afternoon where it never should have been from the starts and this is what it sounds like.

And oh, speaking of us, all we are is really made up of dust.
And oh, you can trust, that if it matters to us than it must.
And oh, speaking of us, all we are is really made up of dust.
And oh, you can trust, that if it matters to us than it must and this is what it sounds like.

Finding out your life is a movie and oh your the star.
Finding out no one watches or cares is the hardest part.
Careful what you say as it floats into outer space.
It's much to nice a day to go spilling your emotions all over the place and this is what it sounds like.