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released 02 April 2013
Produced by Mutts

Mike Maimone - Piano, B3 Organ, Vocals
Bob Buckstaff - Upright Bass
Chris Pagnani - Drums, Percussion

Recorded and Mixed by Manny Sanchez at the IV Lab
Mastered by Jason Ward at Chicago Mastering

Photography by Jess Price

Featuring:
4 & 10: Jodi Rosenthal of Lying Delilah (lyingdelilah.com)
5 & 10: Yoo Soo Kim of Hemmingbirds (hemmingbirds.com)
1 & 8: Ben Babbitt of This is Cinema (vimeo.com/45698989)

All songs performed and arranged by Mutts
Words and Music by Mike Maimone (ASCAP)
except 2 Words by Maimone/Buckstaff
(p) 2012 Mile Too Far Music (ASCAP)
(c) 2012 Mutts Music, LLC

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Track Name: No One Left
I made my way back home from Each New Place
I've seen so many things - and they're still stuck on my face
I ain't gonna lie I've changed, but what is there to do?
I just want my coffee, my paper, my lover, my dreams and my home teams, my brothers and mother, my car, corner bar, tree-lined avenue, but they've

all changed too...

I read the headlines in the look on your face
nevermind those pundits with their politics
they don't want us keeping pace
sensationalize, divide and inflate the bottom line
it appears I've arrived just in time

There's no one left around
who gives a damn about us
so I'm gonna burn it down
with your permission, of course

Show me tha birth certificate!
We'll put your change in a tourniquet
We're all gonna be slaves to the Chinese
with VPs on reality TV
the rent's too Goddamn high
you must show us your soul to fly
can we profit on "eye for an eye?"
Why yes!

There's no one left around
who gives a damn about us
so I'm gonna burn it down
with your permission, of course

How do we look out there planet Mars?
Soon enough you will be all ours.
This love, it's grand.
This love, it's gay.
This love destroys all in it's way.

Now there's no one left around
who gives a damn about us...


There's no one left around
who gives a damn about us
so I'm gonna burn it down
with your permission, of course.
Track Name: No Loot
Every time I open my eyes I see an eagle with its talons around a Mother Goose's throat
And every time I open my mouth, you shove a pistol down - no matter how I try to chew I choke.

But life is easy
oh-so-breezy
walk in the park for you
You can't afford the bus, but you can't get mugged with no loot.

Every time I close my eyes I see my city shrinkin' while the neon swan's gone streakin' from the shore
And every time I take a lick, I stand right up and have a sip, and kick that rusty can on down the road.

But life is easy
oh-so-breezy
walk in the park for you
You can't afford the bus, but you can't get mugged with no loot.
Track Name: Pickpocket
Freakin' in the fallout on 1,000 nations
no one realizes it's a new persuasion
throwing out the baby with the passifier
can't see the burning bush for the goddam fire

Foundations of an institution
cracked by abrasions now called illusions
bound up tight by big white lies
while cameras get loose under thatchwork skies

Stick of dynamite in the Rose Garden
a found fallic fossil I suppose is guardin'
arcane arches strong and true
well come on help me light that fuse

Someone gonna try to pick your pocket
everywhere you go
it don't mean you gotta stay home, baby come on
they're gonna try to pick your pocket
everywhere you go
it don't mean you gotta stay home.

Bombs goin' off like car alarms
no one pays attention - we've been disarmed
white noise gettin' louder and louder
it's all evolution and pulpit pollution

Mama's in the grocery pickin' clovers
tryin' to rewind all the lies we've told her
back to the pasture, little white dress
plantin' the seed to her big white stress

Eyes in my head back - picture my feel
hot coal footsteps burn and peel
Ember blankets, hot for days,
so why you wanna sit and stay?


Someone gonna try to pick your pocket
everywhere you go
it don't mean you gotta stay home, baby come on
they're gonna try to pick your pocket
everywhere you go
it don't mean you gotta stay home.
Track Name: If It's Hot It'll Sell
If it's hot it'll sell
With whistles and bells
it'll fly off the shelves
if it's hot it'll move
if it's hot
it'll move

Getcha getcha one, getcha getcha one, getcha
Getcha getcha one, getcha getcha one, getcha
Getcha getcha one, getcha getcha one, getcha
Getcha getcha one, getcha two

I've heard it all before and I'll hear it again
If you wanna make it HOT you gonna need me as your friend
I'll save you some time, do you really wanna make it?
Well if it ain't HOT just fake it

If it's hot it'll sell, if it's hot it'll sell
with whistles and bells it'll fly off the shelves
if it's hot it'll move, word dances through two
lips that'll woo 'til there's naught left to do

STEP RIGHT UP
Baby, you could shit gold
STEP RIGHT UP
But I can see you're ice cold
STEP RIGHT UP
We'll have you smiling endlessly,
but baby come with me 'cause first we gotta fix them teeth

All your dreams will come true, there'll be no more wishin'
There's still much to do, and I can smell my commission
There's no time for practice let's get you in the game
'Cause there ain't nothing to fame but fame

If it's hot it'll sell, if it's hot it'll sell
with whistles and bells it'll fly off the shelves
if it's hot it'll move, word dances through two
lips that'll woo 'til there's naught left to do

If it's hot it'll sell, if not - well oh well
give it whistles and bells it'll fly off the shelves
If it's hot it'll move; you can always improve
burn cash as your fuel on a product that's cool
if it's hot it'll sell...
Track Name: Prizefighter
My God it's late, honey where you been?
Before she could lie, it's already forgiven
It's written so plainly in her eyes
I've read this before - it always ends in her smile
She never loved me
but she never tried
And he never lover her
until she was mine

It ain't my fault
my heart is so hard
it's covered in bruises and battle scars;
these are hardly the marks of a prizefighter.
Yeah, well it ain't my fault
is such a stupid phrase
usually said by the one who's to blame
I step in the ring
and I let down my gloves
I'm throwing the fight
'cause I think I'm in love.

Her pillow's cold, even colder than before
she called out a name I couldn't ignore.
Maybe with time, growing up will prove
to be the difference between experienced and used.
She doesn't love me
but i wish she would try
just thinking 'bout leaving
is making me tired.

It ain't my fault
my heart is so hard
it's covered in bruises and battlescars;
these are hardly the marks of a prizefighter.
Yeah, well it ain't my fault
is such a stupid phrase
usually said by the one who's to blame
I step in the ring
and I let down my gloves
I'm throwing the fight
now isn't that love?

It ain't my fault
my heart is so hard
it's covered in bruises and battle scars;
these are hardly the marks of a prizefighter.
Yeah, well it ain't my fault
is such a stupid phrase
soon as it's said, well I know i'm to blame
I step in the ring
and I let down my gloves
I've thrown every fight
when I think I'm in love.
Track Name: Out of Tune
Folks, let your babies sing out of tune.
And don't think we're crazy
to howl at the moon.
For once in awhile
Mom's favorite child
strays from the rest
doing his best.

The night hands us over,
spent like loose change.
And quickly forgotten -
a nightly mistake
whose lessons go on unlearned,
strangely assured
of our only worth
we're kicked to the curb.

When the night hands us over,
spent like loose change,
we wake up.

Wake up.

Folks, let your babies sing out of tune.
I don't think we're crazy, you know
you howled at the moon, too.
These days where we live
it's anything but an address;
we're only doing our best.
Track Name: Pray Like a Vigilante
I'm in a marriage of convenience with Jebus
We are one deep down in my heart
but not legally so,
because down here you know
we're keepin' all the faggots apart.
I impart the Good Book from its shelf
of course, the Good Word needs our help,
'cause it's wrong to love a man as you love yourself...

If you don't win 'em all you don't win at all
If you settle for pick and choose, honey you just lose
But if you pray like a vigilante
well welcome to my country
grab your cross
grab your gun
and do as you please.

I'm in a marriage of convenience with Jebus
his love I bring forth every day
like saints in Hum-Vs
at home and overseas
His message on each word I say
Our Father who art upon high
for our sins you sent your son to die
and if you would execute - than why wouldn't I?

If you don't win 'em all you don't win at all
If you settle for pick and choose, honey you just lose
But if you pray like a vigilante
well welcome to my country
grab your cross
grab your gun
and do as you please.
Track Name: Stuck On Me
She cries each time I see her
wants to know how much I need her
it's not enough to know that I'm in love

No smile for me to forget
left my heart out on her doorstep
I need to need someone.

As I emptied my pockets
she left me with my thoughts.
Back to her same
bottle of pills
to finally take hers off.

I am never jealous.
She is always concerned.
Over a flame
rose petals burn
all the same.

I've got a girl
all wrapped up in misery
she's stuck on me,
at least that's all it seems to be.
She calls it love,
but I don't know what it means to me.
Feels more like a love song
out of tune.

Some time after I departed,
that's when I lost my nerve.
Feeling that strange
need to be blamed,
I returned.

I've got a girl
all wrapped up in misery.
She's stuck on me,
at least that's all it seems to be.
She calls it love,
but I don't know what it means to me.
Feels more like a love song
out of tune.
Track Name: What Do I Really Know
When I was 17
my Ma said, "Boy, you don't listen to me."
I said I know
Mama, I know.
Now I'm 29
and I say I been there 'cause I done my time
and now I know...
but what do I really know?

When I see
a clear blue sky
it brings peace
to my blue mind
and it's all I own.
To my clear blue sky
I know the clouds will roll
in time
This much I know - by now, I know
that what do I really own?

Looks like I may never see the rain
looks like this may be the day
that good sunshine's gonna stay
but each time
I know
I'll change my mind
each time.

When I was just 17
my Ma said "Boy, you should listen to me"
Now I know.
Mama, now I know
that what did I really know,
and what can I ever know?
Track Name: Bury You
You left my house,
locked my lock,
set me key underneath a rock,
and drove away.
With no goodbye,
no parting note...
just one cold stone
like my hardened heart
meant to be alone
and hide away what lets you inside.

Well down into the earth with the pleasure and the pain
cover it with dirt like a seed in need of rain
Put it in the Earth's all that I can do
I gotta bury you.

With our last cork
Woodford Reserve
the presents don't last
and in the past they hurt;
one and the same, now they're one and the same.
Because the dishes don't need washing,
the bed's always half-made,
there's nothing in the laundry
I need less day
What to do...

Down into the earth with the pleasure and the pain
cover it with dirt like a seed in need of rain
Put it in the Earth's all that I can do
I gotta bury you.

I see you standing by the side of the road
looking for somewhere to go far away from me
I see you standing by the side of the road
but you'll never know what you did to me.


So down into the earth with the pleasure and the pain
cover it with dirt like a seed in need of rain
Put it in the Earth's all that I can do
I gotta bury you.
Down into the earth though the love had set me free
cover it with dirt now it's dead to me
I gotta bury you.

All I need to know
Mother, Daughter and Holy Ghost
tell me I can change.
Track Name: Uncivilized
Lost at sea in her stormy company
yeah, but she's the only motion I got.
Somehow I still feel like an island
although my baby's got me landlocked.
Unfulfilling is love without sin,
unfulfilled is a lust fueled by gin.
But every moment in a love hung over
is better than alone in sober.

Uncivilized,
you're stepping on the sun
whenever it shines
in my sky.
Oh, but I need you.
You're just like the rain
on soil too dry;
I have to have you.

You're so uncivilized...

When I feel it's a morning to mend
she's left a train ticket on the counter again.
I take a step - but a pawn to a queen -
when she says she might be leaving on the 3:19.
I heard it in the morning,
heard it 'round 2...
I heard it from her mother,
now I know that we're through.
But in the evening
skin aglow in silhouette...
she's beauty like a storm after a day bathed in sweat.