Triage
by Cfit
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Recorded and mixed in Cfit HQ and Tidal Mansions by Noël Duplaa and David Cantan. Mastered by Richard Dowling at Wav Mastering. Artwork by StudioRed. Photography by Aidan O'Brien.
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Great Pressure
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The Static
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Sideways
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Base Isolation
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Chemical Memory
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Dig Up
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Plausible Deniability
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released 04 January 2011
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Cfit began in bedrooms and homemade studios, as what was originally a side project for Noel Duplaa, gradually evolved into a lush and ornate collection of woozy, bruised, melancholy anthems. Playing their first gig at Electric Picnic 2010 as a three-piece, Cfit are now a six piece, laser-focused on recording new material and playing their epic live show to as many as possible. ... more
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- Track Name: Great Pressure
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I feel great pressure bearing down on me.
The static moves me forward. - Track Name: Don't Sweat the Small Shit
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We tried really hard to keep the past under guard but it rose up and bit us. All those monsters that we kept secured under lock and key ganged up to go get us. We held down the fort for longer than we ever thought we could but we couldn't hold them off forever. When they came for our heads you turned your face to mine and said, "don't sweat this... I've got this one."
We thought the supports we put in place to keep us north of the lowtides wouldn't snap and collapse at the first hint of an attack leaving us in the landslide. So don't go where we know that there's no air left. Let's lay low so we both can recover ourselves from inside of these violent silences. When shit gets hectic, there's no need to sweat it. 'Cos I've got you.
On those days when the rain incinerates all it touches we'll just find a way to walk between the raindrops. - Track Name: The Static
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I pray for the days to pass without incident. I pray for right angles and straight lines, but it all gets so relative that I can't get a bead on it, I can't seem to keep a grip.
The more you know the less you understand, so do not advance the action according to the plan. It's overwhelming. It's overwhelming
I see patterns and I see shapes. Everything counts or nothing rates. I see shapes and I see patterns. Everything counts or nothing matters.
I see shapes and I see patterns. Everything counts or nothing matters. I see patterns and I see shapes. Everything counts or nothing makes a difference. - Track Name: Sideways
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Sideways walk me homewards 'til my features stain your eyes. I wake up in comas having blown my own advice:
It's all undertow. Don't let it drag you sideways.
I wait like a vampire for the daylight, for release. My friends are all orphans, they're too trusting of the sea.
It's all undertow. Don't let it get you down. The water's warm and it won't be long before you are past the breakers, heading seawards, underwater...
gone. - Track Name: Base Isolation
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There's no contingency plan so pick out your seven favourite things, mark an 'x' into the ground to remember where you buried them and then run as fast as you can to the centre of this hurricane.
I cannot protect you anymore. There's just no part of this that still has my heart in it, I'm sorry. I cannot defend this anymore. I've lost the feel for it, I just cannot deal with this right now.
Are you asking me for shelter? Are you asking me for cover? Over and over in ever decreasing circles, looking for different results from the same actions.
I cannot protect you anymore. There's just no part of this that still has my heart in it, I'm sorry. I cannot defend this anymore. I've lost the feel for it, I just cannot deal with this now, but it breaks my heart.
Every sentence that we never said is burning. All of the anger and all the regret is burning. Every signal that failed to connect is burning. So move the exits and do no return 'cos it's burning to the ground.
It breaks my heart. - Track Name: Dig Up
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Don't bother, it's not worth it, there's no good way I can work this, so just let it die. I won't ask how it got so far below. Burn my body, rend my bones until there's nothing of me, until I'm nothing to you.
I fucked up, I know, I'm sorry, but a fuckup's never happier than when fucking up. Well, we all know how this goes. Burn my body, rend my bones until there's nothing of me, until I'm nothing to you.
So double the distance to sleep well at night, remove all the traces, extinguish the light. Don't be ashamed to react with such spite, these are the actions that keep us alive. Just do what you need to to get you to sleep. You don't need to repeat what you need to believe. It's only natural. - Track Name: Throw the Babies to the Wolves
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O, cocoon, if you look at me now, i'm just not that much farther than back starting out and if you weren't listening, I'd probably just check out.
O, cocoon, I am riddled with doubt. See, I don't know how I wanted this to turn out, but then if I get out of here I'm gonna be replaced and forgotten, erased and irrelevant.
If I get out of here I'm gonna be erased and forgotten, replaced and much happier. - Track Name: Plausible Deniability
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For denial purposes, I'm not really listening. For denial purposes, I'm not really listening to anything.
From a lack of discipline I am barely functioning. For the want of discipline I a barely functioning.
Stay safe, you little psycho. You earned a difficult laugh. Stay safe, you little psychopath.
Are you really listening? Are you ever listening? Show me something worth believing and I'll believe in it.
Insincerity's no good place to start. Come on, darling, please, open up your arteries and show me something that's worth fighting for. - Track Name: Don't Sweat the Smaller Shit
- On good days, with the aid of considered reflection, I'll admit it can get blown out of all proportion. On low days, there's no way that I can overstate this: you save my life on a daily basis.
