Iron Sharpens Iron

by Move to Strike

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the third EP from MOVE TO STRIKE. Available on Limited Edition 'Coke Bottle Green' coloured vinyl by placing your order with movetostrike@gmail.com

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released November 12, 2013

Produced by Ben Green
Mixed by James Paul Wisner
at KDS Music Studios in Orlando, FL
Mastered by Howie Weinberg
in Los Angeles, CA

Recorded by Ben Green
in June/July 2012 at Private Universe,
in Plympton, SA
Drums recorded by Ben Green
with assistance from Jon McNichol
at Twin Earth Studio
in Somerton Park, SA
All songs & lyrics written and arranged
by Move to Strike with Dan Jones

Cover art: “Cosmos 2” by Adrian Sayago
Photography by Stephen Packer, with assistance from Jo Grace and Lachlan Pryor
Layout by Stephen Packer and Ben Green

THANKS (a-z)
Anthony Aitken, Gordon Andersen at Music SA, Charlie Althorpe, Jess Bax, Tobias Blackwood, Bl_nk Sp_ce crew, Mark Boeff, Adam Camporeale, Dave Congdon, Nick Coppin, Tess Davis, John De Michele, Jack Franceschini, Ash Gale, John Garrett, Jo Grace, Lynlee Hanan, James Hastings, Dan Jones, Andrew Kitchen, Dave Laslett, Richard Laslett, Josh Mann, Jon McNichol, Suresh Meyer, Dan Randell at JL Publishing, Shane Shepherd, Ross Simpson, Darren Thompson, Transistor Contruct, Howie, Erika, & Dan at Howie Weinberg Mastering, Kat Wise, James Paul Wisner, Jeremy Wright, our Family, Friends, & Fans.

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movetostrike@gmail.com

MOVE TO STRIKE is (l-r)
Stephen Packer
Jon Congdon
Ben Green
Lachlan Pryor
Matt Roberts

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Track Name: Lost Our Voices
(CONGDON/GREEN/PACKER)
We’re on the short stop, baby what’ve we got
Tell me it’s the only thing I wanna know.
Will you be my friend, we could spend the weekend
Goin’ all the places you wanna go.

‘Cause I believe it’s been a long time coming
And I’m not about to let go,
If you need me you got it.
You and me yeah we got it,
We got it all under control.

Maybe we lost our minds
Maybe we lost our voices
Maybe we made a scene
Lost in a world of choices

Well it’s a small town, never turn a job down
This could be the last call you ever get.
And treat the girls well, never know who she’ll tell
It could be the future wife you never met.

‘Cause I believe we’ve spent a long time tryin’
To find what it means to be free
When all along well we had it,
And you know we’ve still got it,
We got it all under control.

Maybe we lost our minds.
Or maybe you’re just yet to find
Just what you were sent here for
And all of the lights are leaving me blind
To what’s in front of me.
Oh, take what little comfort’s left in knowing
that when you need it it’ll be there.
Track Name: Kitchen (Searchlight)
(GREEN)
Without even really knowing who you’ve got to mention,
You’ve gone and written an acceptance speech for your award.
Now if you know what’s good for you you’ve got to give it up right now,
Before you go and wage yourself another war.

We’re gonna make it work with what we’ve been given
You’ve gotta learn to cook with what’s in your kitchen
It’s time to harden up and quit your bitchin’
Before the searchlight passes you by.

No don’t go let it, don’t let it pass you by

Without even showing just a hint of hesitation,
You’ve put your name up as the chairman of the board.
Now it’s a race to reach your back between the daggers you call friends,
And the push that lands you onto your own sword.
Track Name: Forgive Me
(GREEN)
Forgive me, I know not what I do,
Forgive me, I was a fool to think
That it was better off livin’ a lie.
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
Forgive me, I was a fool to think
That it was better off livin’ a lie.

Transparency is so hard to enact in the haze of this dim-lit room
A sleight of hand taken wrong, a stray gaze for too long
Won’t go un-noticed with these vultures looking on,
And it’s killin’ me.

If you could see us now as our guards come down,
You would run and hide.
A danger to one another and the night has just begun...
Track Name: Last Man Standing
(GREEN/PACKER/JONES)
There’s only so much that can be sustained
So much to lose for what we stand to gain
So much the poison can erase the pain, before the craziness overcomes the sane
It comes down to the ones who really care enough to see this come to life
‘Cause it’s the air we breathe that keeps this flame alight...

One day I’ll be the last man standing,
And I’ll be standin’ on the edge of the world
If I fall I’m no good to anyone, so I’m tryin’ to stay on my feet.
I’ll be the last man standing,
And I’ll be standin’ on the edge of the world
We will die survived by a legacy, so I’m tryin’ to stay on my feet.

...and hold fast the ground that we make a hard-earned livin’ on
We live a war, and pretend for more, but a battle fought is a battle won
Hold it down, ‘cause they make it hard to keep standin’ strong
Hold your ground, hold your ground.

Once chance put your name on the map,
What will they say when you fade to black?
Hey kid where your focus at, from here in there’s no turnin’ back.

If I were to lose half as many as I’ve won,
fill in the spaces from where it all begun
All the hard nights just for the hell of the fun,
I still remember all the tears all I wanted was to run
Wastin’ our better years getting so much done,
would I have recognised the man that I’ve become
Days I’ll never forget, someday I’ll repay the debt
My hands on this drivin’ wheel, I can sleep when I’m dead.

For all the ones we love and our fallen brothers,
I keep putting one foot in front of the other ‘til I’m the last man standing.