Greatest Free Mutt Shit

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This is a compilation spanning our 6 independent releases from 2009 to 2013: three EPs and three LPs.

For our first 4 years together, everything we recorded was free to download. The response has been overwhelmingly positive, and we sincerely thank those of you who've supported us by coming to shows, providing us with places to sleep while on the road, spreading the word about our music, backing our Kickstarter and buying our vinyl and CDs.

Despite all of this generous support, and our best efforts to work regular jobs in between shows, we still carry thousands of dollars in debt from recording, putting out records, and touring (not to mention eating and paying bills). So with the release of Object Permanence in April 2013, we have to start charging a nominal amount for downloads.

This was a tough decision for a band started on the foundation of giving away free music. We definitely can't say goodbye to our Free Mutt Shit sign! So we made this sampler, and Free Mutt Shit lives on. Please download it, play it loud, and share it with your friends.

If this is your first time hearing Mutts, we're glad you found us. When we're in your neck of the woods, come on out to a show, say hi (we don't bite) and hear these songs live. And if you're feeling it, dig in and discover the full records - click a song to find out which album it was originally on. Thank you for listening.

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released 05 December 2012
Various Credits (click on individual songs for more information).

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Track Name: Half Mile
Woke up today, I woke up awake
Turns out the end of the world wasn't another fake
I've slept through an apocalypse or two in my time
But this one was for me, it wasn't for you
it's mine

Half a mile from Memphis, twice as far from piece of mind
branches fumble leaves in tired Tennessee sunshine
I'm mulling over last night's sin;
she stitched lion on my pillow
now I'm a mouse again

I was hailing a cab, she was hailing a cab
but all these neon lights make my girl look so drab
We got helium kisses, we can rise above
the Windy Pissers using their lips for love
for why?

Half a mile from Memphis, twice as far from piece of mind
branches fumble leaves in tired Tennessee sunshine
I'm mulling over last night's sin;
she stitched lion on my pillow
now I'm a mouse again

Detach yourself, drop your fuckin' phone
together we're all just together alone
I got your status right here in my hand
it says, "everything worth doing isn't planned."

Half a mile from Memphis, twice as far from piece of mind
branches fumble leaves in tired Tennessee sunshine
I'm mulling over last night's sin;
she stitched lion on my pillow
now I'm a mouse again
Track Name: Junior
You been walkin' in the footsteps of your father
Ain't no door you wouldn't close to make a dime
You always wanted to be rich like your father
now you're just like him - you'll only end up doing time

While you're walkin' in the footsteps of your father,
it's toward the penitentiary you fly your kite
And when there's no more wind we'll find you been gamblin'
with everybody's cash - kid your ass is doin' time.

Junior, you've got big shoes to fill.

I been thinkin' about Ohio in December
the smoke stacks dormant as the bramble and the pine
with vacant parking lots, and vacant present hiding spots
when all move from assembly to unemployment lines

So I've been thinkin' about the footsteps of my father
how he did all he could to keep a workin' line
so I'd be proud to walk the footsteps of my father.
and just like him I gotta make a set of mine.

Junior, you've got big shoes to fill.
Whoa yeah...

Conglomerates designed to penetrate
and just take, take, take.
It's what they got Junior learning in class now...
but he won't know it 'til he's on his way back down.
Track Name: God, Country, Grave
Her tongue told of scrambled eggs and cigarettes,
not her notebook full of I-just-haven’t-yet’s.
She greets me in the morning with her Listerine kisses.
Her Game Genie daddy grants her endless wishes.
Jesus took a shower down Venice Beach,
washing off the salt from the waves.
Her Daddy’s in the church underneath a flag.
You know what they say, “God, Country, Grave.”

Skyscrapers cover up the harvest moon.
Feeling like a seed cast on stone.
A night so cold it was itchin’;
it ain’t just the roots that won’t leave her alone.
No it’s not the girl, and it’s not the war
it ain’t the general, or his orders
it’s not the getting lost, or the cost or the fate –
it’s the thought you hate.

I would take it all back, but it’s no good.
I would take it all back, if I could.
Track Name: Throwback
If I ain't laughing it don't mean I'm crying.
If I ain't living it don't mean I'm dying.
Stop asking to see my pearly whites.
No time for tooth, son - just stay tight.
Cuz no one gets rich on their own sweat these days;
no one out here gets rich.
No one gets rich on their own sweat...
Threw back another hour,
I put it down like a broken mule.
Threw back another hour,
I put it down, beat black & blue.
Threw back another hour,
I put it down like a worn-out fool.
Given time only cowards gonna wonder
if they got nothin' better to do.
A body set to rest ain't got no soul.
A house if left empty it gon' get cold.
Gotta fuel the furnace;
pig iron got the scrap left in it.
Gotta burn it pure;
I know the steel gonna take me with it...
No one out here gettin' rich.
No one gets rich on their own sweat.
I'ma get me rich yet!
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 battle scars;
these are hardly the marks of a prizefighter.
Yeah, well it ain't my fault
is such a stupid phrase
Track Name: Save Us
When the sky cracked it rained for days.
Papa cried while Mama prayed.
She said in time it would be OK.
Every sin would just wash away.
A stranger rowed out above the mud,
she prayed for rain all despite the flood.
And Mama cried, "Well, she's one of us!"
So we, blinded, laid down our trust.
Hallelujah.
She will save us.
When the rush of the tide gave way
to foundations stripped bare and gray
Mama sighed, "it'll be OK.
Every sin has been washed away."
Track Name: Five of a Kind
This river is a line between us and them
This river is a line between us and them
This river is a line between us and them
God made it to divide, who can argue with Him?

He put you on a side with your only friends
He put you on a side so that you could make friends
He put you on a side and them gon' be your friends
But the river will wind, and the river will bend

CUT THE STRINGS ON YOUR MARIONETTE
and step aside if you ain't gonna bet
Jacks are wild, and we ain't in a rush
you know that Five of a Kind will always beat a straight flush

The Devil is alive and he looks like Hell
The Devil is alive and he looks like Hell
The Devil is alive and he looks like Hell
But you know what they say - oh well, oh well, oh well

He put you on a side with your only friends
He put you on a side so that you could make friends
He put you on a side and them gon' be your friends
But the river will wind, and the river will bend

CUT THE STRINGS ON YOUR MARIONETTE
and step aside if you ain't gonna bet
Jacks are wild, and we ain't in a rush
you know that Five of a Kind will always beat a straight flush

Stop steppin' on my side
I got my side you got your side
Stay steppin' on your side
You got your side I got my side
I'm steppin' on tall pines
You're steppin' on apple orchards
I'm steppin' on tall pines
I got my side you got your side now...
Track Name: Blind Truth
Me & myself take I to hell at night
tryin' to find somebody to please us.
Nobody knows of the mistakes I make
I keep 'em between myself and Jesus.
Trouble for believers
is leaders become deceivers
when just doin' what we've told
feels unnatural.
I used to try and fight it
now I keep it outta sight it
makes me get up & go -
as long as nobody knows.

When you're tellin' a lie,
always sellin' a lie -
STAND UP AND YELLIN' THE LIE

It's a blind truth.

Tucked under sheets,
my dirty street bedtime.
I woke up with gravel in my teeth.
Cover my smile
so I can justify
slammin' my gavel on belief.
Trouble with tribunals
is scruples become communal
and now doin' what I should
just don't feel so good.
I skirt the public's ire
when flirtin' with desire
I can get up and go -
as long as nobody knows.

When you're tellin' a lie,
always sellin' a lie -
STAND UP AND YELLIN' THE LIE

It's a blind truth.
Track Name: Trust
You gave me a reason to stay here,
gave me a reason to go.
You gave me a reason to eat up,
gave me a reason to choke.
Went to bed with the bottle,
stayed up all night with your lust.
Woke up today with a reason -
it sure as hell ain't your trust.

Now you're sore from all your scrubbing
but it won't wash off.
Tore right into the surface,
but it won't wash off.
Decorate or decompose,
you can't change what's inside -
and it'll come up to the surface
when you most want it to hide.

I'm gonna be the man who throws you in jail,
shoplifting love outta my garage sale.
Used and worn through just the way that you need
it locks you up each time you swallow my key.

Tightened up my jaw now;
a man must never cry.
This morning we were screaming,
heavy breathing feels like a lie.
Now it feels so empty leaving,
'cause I don't know that I must.
There's love upon your surface
underneath I doubt there's trust.

You gave me a reason for living,
gave me a reason to die.
You gave me a reason to give in,
dangled a reason to try.
Told me to speak my peace
so you could go and speak yours...
now we got so much peace we done started a war.
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: Terranaut
Sober now on realizing
most "one day"'s don't leave horizons
You can't drink from what you can't spill
Die with dreams you've left unfulfilled

Backlit booze
future lusting
'round our necks the saints hang rusting
businessman
turned barstool prophet
homeless soul with swollen pockets

Man eat pig
Man chop tree through
Man gon' die
Man now food, too
Trees they fall
Pigs they gon' shit
We're all part of it
Track Name: We Float
We float; cigarette ash on a breeze, with smoke smoldering ephemerally. Burn holes wherever we land - and some folks got more than they can stand.
Don’t stick to me.
We pledge allegiance to torn, tattered flags. They hang around our necks like a badge. It’s all the same demon - it hangs around for different reasons.
Angels bestling with buckets and brooms. They float, hustling from room to room. We know... when the house sparkles they’re gone. But most floors can’t stay clean for long.
Don’t stick to me.
I know you don’t like our kind. Just go if you’ve got the mind. We float. No soap can cleanse like you need. Nothing attracts dirt like clean. We float...
We float; cigarette ash on a breeze, with smoke smoldering ephemerally. Burn holes wherever we land - and some folks got more than they can stand.