Pray For Rain

by Mutts

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released 13 December 2011
REVIEWS & HONORS:

Huffington Post Top 30 Chicago Albums of 2011 #26

The Deli Chicago's Emerging Artist of 2011
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CMJ Top 200 College Radio Airplay #107 (2wks)

"Like Tom Waits fronting a garage band" - Time Out Chicago

"After several spins, it’s clear that the band is appropriately named. Bits of heavy metal, blues, rag time and grunge mark this album, which was released in mid-December. Like a good mutt, Mutts exhibits the best characteristics of these genres and seem to revel in their eclectic influences…" - The DaDaDa

"Ragged and raw is a great way to start to describe Mutts' warm and atonal form of badass bluesy rock and roll with rollicking dirty piano rolls, fat stand-up bass, fuzzy-filthy guitars, and heavy, jubilant drums. Maybe rich, grimy, or explosive would work too, but with so many angles—so many stories, so many tones and sounds—ragged, raw, explosive, all these words are just a taste, a first-bite, a start to describing something so human." - Hiawatha Review


CREDITS
* Dan Smart - Recording & Mixing Engineer; Vocals on 10, Backing vocals on 9, 11; Accordion on 8; Bowl of change on 3, Percussion on 4, 6, 8, 9
* Bob Buckstaff - Electric Bass; Upright bass on 3, 4, 7, 9; Backing vocals on 2, 9, 11; Guitar on 5; Percussion on 4, 8
* Chris Faller - Drums; Backing vocals on 2, 9; Organ on 5; Percussion on 6, 8
* Joe Mullen - Snare on 10; Backing vocals on 9
* Lucy - barks/yelps on 6, 8
* Mike Maimone - Vocals; Pianos; Organs; Keyboard bass on 5; Mellotron on 7; Clavinet on 9; Drum loops on 9; Percussion on 3, 4, 5, 8
* Lisa Victoria Geisler - Photography for cover and insert poster. For the story of the photos visit: yarnchic40.wordpress.com/2011/08/15/photography-missouri-river-flooding

- Produced by Mutts & Dan Smart
- Recorded and Mixed by Dan Smart at Echo/Normal
- Mastered by Jason Ward at Chicago Mastering

* All music by Mutts
* All lyrics by Mike Maimone (ASCAP)
* (c) 2011 Mutts Music, LLC

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Track Name: Fool
Fool
Music by Mutts, Lyrics by Mike Maimone
(c) 2011

You know the rules,
I gotta let you go.
Because only a fool
falls in love, you know
I'm kicking you out
because I don't want to make you
my fool.
Now there are times, of course
when I feel all alone.
But I've been a fool
to call someone my own.
I'm kicking you out
because I don't want to be
your fool.
I ain't your lighthouse
I ain't your isle
I see you out there paddling on your own
it'll do you good
to stay off the coast a little while
I ain't your lifeboat
But I'm not your shipwreck to be
Truth is, I been floating
I been lost out here at sea
So if you'll be my lifeline won't you
call on me.
Track Name: Not Ready
(c)2011 Music by Mutts, lyrics by Mike Maimone

Found God in her room,
Mama said, "not ready."
Looked up to the moon,
Moon Man said, "you not ready."
Dipped down through the flume,
water felt so heavy.
Dropped change on some tunes,
jukebox said, "you're too heady."

I wanted a flock my feathers fit.
I needed to straighten out my shit.
I'm gon' get down in the water.
I need to wash and get myself clean.

Suit coat, I couldn't breathe.
So my lungs, I spit 'em out.
Pant hem, to the knees.
My legs, I cut 'em down.
It's true I know I shoulda found myself a better tailor.
But I spent all my money on a suit that looked the shit.
Now that I've bled out you can bury me early - but dapper.
Instead of fitting it I shoulda found a suit that fit.

CHORUS

I'm shedding confidence like oaks unders November frost,
embarassed by my fleeting leaves and my rooted thoughts.
The concept lingers like Fall cumulus - fat and low.
I pray for rain just to get wet with what I need to know.

CHORUS
Track Name: D.O.B.
(c) 2011 Music by Mutts, lyrics by Mike Maimone:

Dirty old streets and dirty young women
Dirty black skies over dirty politicians
Someone's gotta clean up this mess
Ain't gonna be me though.
They got cameras in the sky
collecting on the damage
Then they televise the suspect
the lowly savage
Like some preachers critiquing
strip teases at peep shows.

"All good boys and girls do as you're told
Pay your taxes, obey your God."
But what do we do when it's our God or
government who has done wrong?

Father got his books of the Bible
Puppies got them loveable eyes
An idol got a slew of disciples
A thief in disguise don't need a crowbar to pry.
And I'm a God-fearin' man,
so I'm gon' run as fast as I can;
no crook in a suit's gonna take from my hand
when my babies need food
and soon they'll want crayons.

"All loyal subjects, you need not fear -
if you stand fast, brother provides."
But what do we do when our brother forgets
his blood is just as mine?

"What's hangin' outta your shirt?
What's hangin' outta your skirt?
You make me want some... but don't call if you ain't gon' come.
What's hangin' outta your purse?
You gon' fit that in your hearse?
So lemme have some... but don't call if you ain't gon' come."
Track Name: Save Us
(c) 2011 Music by Mutts, lyrics by Mike Maimone

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: Throwback
(c) 2011 Music by Mutts, lyrics by Mike Maimone

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: Blind Truth
(c) 2011 Music by Mutts, lyrics by Mike Maimone

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: Done it Again
(c) 2011 Music by Mutts, lyrics by Mike Maimone

I finally figured out
just where things go inside
You see there's a place for doubt
it's right behind our eyes.
We fill it in with
all the things
everybody would say
Takin' bad advice from friends
We've dont it again.
Your love is a place
I want to be each time I rise
I've tried every road it seems
Now all I do is drive
I look around me,
just streets in towns
I've never seen before.
Somewhere I got lost.
Now I don't know where to go anymore.
I'm so tanlged in you,
now I can't make up my mind
Seems that we're through again
but I just can't leave you behind
So you feel this way too?
Baby nothing's ever gonna change.
So tell me what's the use in fighting
when it always end's up the same?
Track Name: Real Bright
(c) 2011 Music by Mutts, lyrics by Mike Maimone

When you stab me in the side, I never ask why;
hands that crucify will be all mine.
Come and tell me that you're right, you know I won't fight;
words that crucify hang me up high...
It's real bright up here,
it's real bright up here -
the sun is shining
I can see for miles.
It's real bright up here,
it's real bright up here -
the sun is shining
I can see you're mine.
When you never let it go, it stays in your soul.
All the stoned you gotta throw, that ain't letting it go.
All your friendly little jabs, just pricks to your stabs.
When you're bent on finding fault, it's me you exhault.
It's real bright up here,
it's real bright up here -
the sun is shining
I can see for miles.
It's real bright up here,
it's real bright up here -
the sun is shining
I can see...
All the things that you prove
Oh they all mean
so much to you.
So much to you.
Got nothin' left to do
find somethin' else to prove
if it means so much to you.
When you stab me in the side, I never ask why;
hands that crucify will be all mine.
It's real bright up here,
it's real bright up here -
the sun is shining
I can see for miles.
It's real bright up here,
it's real bright up here -
the sun is shining
I can see you're mine.
Track Name: Jesse
2AM and I been thinkin' 'bout Jesse
She moves like an antelope among elephants
So elegant and sweet as you like
So elegant and sweet as you like.

3AM and I been thinkin' 'bout Jesse
She moves like an isotope of an element
So elegant and sweet as you like
So elegant and sweet as you like.

Dancing
like the last two
smokes in the pack
in the alley out back

4AM and I been thinkin' 'bout Jesse
She smooth like an bar of soap among sediment
So elegant and sweet as you like
So elegant and sweet as you like.

5AM and I been thinkin' 'bout Jesse
She cool as a root beer float to a Hellian
So elegant and sweet as you like
So elegant and sweet as you like.

Dancing
like the last two
smokes in the pack
in the alley out back

6AM and I been thinkin' 'bout Jesse
She moves like an antelope among elephants
So elegant and sweet as you like
So elegant and sweet as you like.

7AM and I been thinkin' 'bout Jesse
She proved that the Roman Pope isn't celibate
So elegant and sweet as you like
So elegant and sweet as you like.
Track Name: Putting on a Show
(c) 2011 Music by Mutts, lyrics by Mike Maimone

This'll be the day the sky stays black
this'll be the night the sun don't set
this'll be the rain the ground don't catch
because we're putting on a show tonight.

This'll be the check we don't pay back
this'll be the crash that don't stay back
this'll be the crack that breaks Ma's back
because we're putting on a show tonight.

This'll be the game of the century
This'll be the war of the century
There's a lot of time left in the century
but we're putting on a show tonight.

This'll be the call to call 'em all
This'll be the end to end all ends
This'll be the break from years of bends
because we're putting on a show tonight.

Can't you see what they're doing to me?
I found out, you gotta take it to the house; bring it all home.