Burnt letters EP

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Burnt letters is a Melbourne project featuring local songsmith Kinch Kinski and writer and singer Lou Pine. Burnt letters is all about lush vocal harmonies and well-crafted songs. They’re part alt-country, part blues, part folk and part good old fashioned rock'n'roll.

After a successful Pozible campaign that raised over $3500, Burnt letters have a new self-titled EP ready for release on April 6 2014. Recorded over two months in Kinch's garage and Lou's lounge room, the EP features a collection of songs dealing with love, lust, loss, and obsession. The EP is not self-titled for convenience—these songs are like letters that couldn't be sent, that had to be burned.

The EP features guest singers from the Melbourne Mass Gospel Choir, gorgeous cello parts written and recorded by Camilla Tafra (Brisbane Baroque Players), and haunting, cinematic cimbalom work from Andre Bonetti (Greshka).

Burnt letters will launch their new EP on April 5 at the Retreat Hotel with special guests the Acfields, Reflex Rex and more.

credits

released April 6, 2014

Burnt letters:
Kinch Kinski: guitars, vocals, bass, percussion
Lou Pine: vocals

Special guests:
Camilla Tafra: cello on tracks 2, 4, and 5
Andre Bonetti: cimbalom on track 5

Group vocal on track 1 by:
Hannah Acfield, Anna Benton, Ann Crabb, Ruth 'Danger' Dearnley, Meredith Drinkell, Ross Champion Geddes, Mark Riley, Martin Winfield, Tom Worsnop

All songs written by Kinch Kinski and arranged by Burnt letters

Mixed and mastered by Aaron Dobos thesoundbaron.com

Cover art by Benjamin Drane

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Burnt letters Melbourne, Australia

Burnt letters is a Melbourne-based alt-country and blues outfit influenced by Leonard Cohen, Nick Cave, Geechie Wiley, crushing heartbreak, and the full moon wreathed in red.

Started as a recording project in late 2013 it is now a full fledged thing.

Burnt letters is all about good songs, good times, and sweet vocal harmonies. Come along to a show and cry while you're dancing.
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Track Name: Talk to you
I wanna talk to you all night
I wanna talk to you all night
I wanna talk to you all night
And see the dawn's early

I wanna make you feel alright
I wanna make you feel alright
I wanna make you feel alright
But all I ever do is make you cry

There's a knocking at my door
There's a knocking at my door
But there's no one at my door
Just a cold wind blowing leaves across my door

I found a letter on the bed
Found a letter on the bed
I found a letter on the bed
I tried to open it but my finger bled

I wanna talk to you all night
I wanna talk to you all night
I wanna talk to you all night
I wanna talk to you all night
And see the dawn's early
Track Name: East Brunswick Club
Well, I met you at the East Brunswick Club
The Brothers Grim were playing 'Dirty Dog'
You were pretty and young, and you walked so proud
Looking at you I wanted to cry and howl

I met you in the summer time
And you and the season seemed to rhyme
You were warm and tan, and you made me smile
And looking at you I needed to shield my eyes

Everything seemed to go to plan
Just as I'd hoped you reached and took my hand

When we first fucked it was winter time
Billie Holiday was singin' about dyin'
And remember as I moved in you
That Holy Dove, she was moving too

They say that there's a god above
But all I learned from your sweet love
Is that everything changes, nothing stays
And that which you try to keep will fly away

Everything seemed to go to plan
Just as I'd hoped you reached and took my hand
But you led me 'round and broke me down
And now I'm lying here heartbroken

And now everything that seems to go to plan
Makes me hang my head; makes me close my hand
'Cause you led me 'round and broke my down
And now I'm lying here heartbroken

You led me 'round and broke me down
Tore my feet right off he ground
Remade me; as a child newborn
And you twisted me this crown of thorns

Well, I met you at the East Brunswick Club
The Brothers Grim were playing 'Dirty Dog'
You were pretty and young, and you walked so proud
Looking at you I wanted to cry and howl
Track Name: Sweet face
You've got a sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet face
But it makes me sour, sour, sour, sour grapes

'Cause it's just a cheap, cheap, cheap, cheap little taste
Of what I can never, never, never, never possess

Hey this is a neat, neat, neat, neat little place you got here
I wanna burn it to the ground, ground, ground, grind to dust

'Cause you've got that sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet face
And it's burning up my soul, it's making me whol-
ly split in slivers; broken mirrors
Show my best side

You say such sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet little things to me
They sting like fire, fire, fire, they burn me down

'Cause they're just a cheap, cheap, cheap, cheap little way
To keep your distance, distance, distance, you're far from me

Hey this is a neat, neat, neat, neat little place you got here
I wanna heave it in the sea, sea, sea, and see it sink

'Cause you've got that sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet face
And it's burning up my soul, it's making me whol-
ly split in slivers; broken mirrors
Show my best side

It's burning up my hours; for love like mine just drowns
It's host like a river; it's a broken mirror
That shows my best side
Track Name: Split in two
Sweet Maria, with your raven hair,
You tear me up with a glance

When I see ya, and I won't you dear
See you dancing quick and pretty
Sipping goon and talking politics
Your eyes so blue, your curves so true
Your smile delightful darlin', I wanna hold you
But my hands are on fire

And you don't know how
You don't know how

Rachael honey, you're too good for me,
But I'd never tell you that

You're a drinker, but you're never drunk
You tell me stories they fall like rain
And I am thirsty as a dying man
You guide me through this city, barroom angel at my side
I wanna hold you
But you slide out of reach

And you don't know how
You don't know how

I've been split in two from longing for you
And longing for you
I've been split in three from longing for thee,
And longing for thee, and longing for thee
I've been split in four just longing for more
C'mon gimme some more

Little Layna, with your tender eyes,
You've got a way with me

You're still a stranger after all this time
You're a mystery to me
And I'm addicted to the inquiry
I'm older than you darlin', but I know you're always schooling me
And I'm eager; I'll kneel at your feet

And you don't know how
You don't know how

There's time enough I feel
And there's too little time to say there isn't
There's love enough I feel
It shows too little love to say there isn't
And all these wounds will heal
There's life enough, don't say there isn't

I've been split in two from longing for you
And longing for you
I've been split in three from longing for thee,
And longing for thee, and longing for thee
I've been split in four just longing for more
C'mon gimme some more
Track Name: Knotted pine
Staring at the headlights of the cars
As they float past; you broke my heart
Sitting with my friend, I'm staring at the sky
Giving sad replies; you broke my heart

Staring at your number in my phone
Just leave it alone; I'm drunk again
Writing down all I wanna say
Just throw it away; I'm drunk again

You are looking happy doing fine
And it twists my mind; is your heart flesh like mine?
Wish I knew just how you tell a lie
With the sweetest smile; your heart's knotted pine