Pray For Rain

by Mutts

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03:08
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.
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02:23
(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
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03:21
(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."
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05:28
(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."
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03:54
(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!
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02:55
(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.
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(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?
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03:46
(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.
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03:29
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.
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(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.

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released December 13, 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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