Dead Dogs, Cold Shoulders (EP, 2013)

by The Grains

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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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The Grains New Brunswick, New Jersey

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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Track Name: 1A] Lamb for Lies
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
Track Name: 2A] Rescue Dog
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
Track Name: 3A] Blast
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
Track Name: 4A] Caught Between the Man and Motor City
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
Track Name: 5B] Defibrillator
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
Track Name: 6B] punkrockneverstop
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.
Track Name: 7B] Preoccupied
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