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Dead Dogs, Cold Shoulders (EP, 2013)

by The Grains

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1.
do you feel the cold wind blowing? it's getting harder everyday the wind is changing, another winter's on it's way but don't cry baby, there is hope in the end if we can just get through this then we can start again look out your window and see you're not alone look out your window and see we're not alone the wind is bitter, it'll chill you to your bone but keep that hope alive, soon good seed will be sown you don't wanna fight, but you no longer have a choice you must find your will, your strength, your courage, and your voice and it's ok, season's always end and it's ok, the sun will rise again and it's ok, cuz there'll be no defeat i'm not given up so long as my heart beats if you're still sleepin, now's the time to wake pretty soon there won't be nothin left for them to take i'm not given up as long as my heart beats i won't be a lamb for lies, corruption, and deceit open your window, let the new winds blow in i'm not given up as long as my heartbeats
2.
thieves' brand in black and red these hands ain't really fit for a blank page with such promise i will only fuck this up no heart for competition no time for cheap deceptions if i try and play their game i will only fuck this up don't know why you'd want to take me home can't you see that I've been doing this all wrong i ain't got the sense to shut my mouth i will only, only let you down i ain't been straight once in two damn months i'm just another whiskey hound if you keep on keeping me around someday I'm gonna let you down 'cause i can only fuck this up
3.
3A] Blast 02:30
right hand of a patron saint always talkin out both sides of your mouth toe the line of love and hate your hot air been spewing like a cloud no one loves you like yourself no matter who or when, thats clear pumping blood through my veins gonna strain my voice until it tears you're gonna know whats in my heart and what I mean getting tired of holding back every time you tell another lie lose a little respect for myself when I testify, then apologize climb another social ladder and leave the rungs covered in paint treat em like they never mattered well I'm done with showing my restraint you're gonna know whats in my heart because I wear it on my sleeve you're gonna know whats in my heart and I believe that I've been loaded to explode and burn these bridges we built between us stop time for an instant judge a fuse by time and distance blast, yeah we're gonna burn our history its time I made you believe whats in my heart
4.
Well my number came up, but my uncle pulled some strings the day my cousin shipped out i was deployed in washington they call it the national guard, but damned if i know why all we did was face down kids like us kids who didn't want to die in vietnam but come july of '67 everything changed the anger on the street boiled over into outrage never thought that i could wish i'd gone to 'nam till i was heading down 12th st. with a rifle in my arm marching, thinking I'd rather be in saigon than motor city better a hell half a world away then the one in my hometown i'd rather be in saigon than motor city rather be drawing fire than watching flames bring my city down Who's right in our fight with charley ain't really a concern of mine but when the shits going down in my city don't put me on the wrong side of the line motor city motor city is burning and there ain't nothing ain't nothing that i can do
5.
the escalator brings that franchise coffee shop up and in to view for the first time in a long ass time i bring up memories of you she says she's singing the songs of tomorrow but I'm dreaming of summer and watching my garden growing and i couldn't tell you what was said next cause i was already thinking about... well... i'm lost in that place between memory and dream drawing on all i got left just trying to hide the seams and i'm caught in that place between apathy and enlightenment, complacency and contentment trying to find my way home she says she's singing the songs of tomorrow but I'm dreaming of summer and watching my garden growing and i couldn't tell you what was said next cause i was already thinking about... thinking 'bout highway miles she says she's singing the songs of tomorrow but I'm dreaming of summer and watching my garden growing and i couldn't tell you what was said next cause i was already wide awake here
6.
all told, wasn't two months on the road - but it proved too much for me in that time, should've made it coast to coast - shit just wasn't meant to be but east of the big river we hit every damn town - from lake erie to tampa bay and one little farmhouse in cleveland, mississippi - still the best show i ever played - but in between it was just dead dogs and cold shoulders warm beer and long days what else can i tell you about it i hate the interstate all told it was three days on the road - just to play a single show 1600 miles in a rented van - and only one record sold and at the end of it all a chorus that almost - hit way to close to home but the little dude's fine, wound up bruised but unbroken - and we turned out about the same - guess it's time to tour again dead dogs and cold shoulders warm beer and long days what else can i tell you about it i hate the interstate dead dogs - cold shoulders warm beer - long days endless miles of yellow and white blue and red - black and green countless hours spent missing my family drinking cheap whiskey, staggering through marking the time in pit stops and pages borders crossed, and miles from home dead dogs and cold shoulders warm beers and long days what else could i tell you about it honey you know how i hate i hate i hate the interstate *The lyric "dead dogs and cold shoulders" originally coined by Fid Vicious, used without permission.
7.
They say that you've got a lot of nerve With that placard in your hand Arms linked marching down the avenue Displaced with a tear gas can This land ain't your land Globally we've got the voiceless shouting to be free While the multinationals all expect complacency They can't control this unlawful assembly When we can't control the law Even if these claims of a capital tyranny We're nothing more than some middle class fallacy Still denied by champagne kings granted clemency Who blow sarcastic kisses down unto the street They don't see the bravery Passively accept a culture built on greed and lying We overindulge and abandon the unsatisfying Disregard all responsibility While the weight of the world keeps increasing And we're all guilty

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1a] Lamb for Lies
2a] Rescue Dog
3a] Blast
4a] Caught Between the Man and Motor City

5b] Defibrillator
6b] punkrockneverstop
7b] Preoccupied
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The Grains:
Andrew "Big A" - bass, harmonica, vocals
Scott Kenny - guitar, vocals
Blake Larsen - drums, guitar
Mike Regrets - guitars, vocals

Recorded and mixed by Chris Pierce at Volume IV Studios in New Brunswick, NJ
Mastered by Darren Golda at Bear Bones in Jersey City, NJ

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released November 12, 2013

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Andrew 'Big A' Edelhauser- bass, vocals
Scott Kenny - guitars, vocals
Blake Larsen - drums, percussion
Mike Regrets - guitars, vocals
Dragana Drobnjak - organ

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