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Sixteen Years Late With Homemade Drip Coffee (EP)

by Black Dogs at My Back

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1.
(A Place Called) Lost Hope 04:33
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I pray you've never been there A little place called Lost Hope They say that's where Dreams crawl to, to die Feels like you can always find it A little sinkhole to Lost Hope Don't even need to seek it To fall right in Say have you ever been through A little place called Lost Hope I hear it makes that place False Hope Look like paradise Hey kid you ever heard of A place called Lost Hope Folks won't meet your eyes Or say your name If ever you find yourself Right there in Lost Hope I promise there's a way To get back out There's a path of pain and blood Right there in the stone and the mud All those who've gone before you left So you could follow us out Follow us out Follow the tracks of those Who've survived before That's what they're there for I pray you've never been to A little place called Lost Hope But if you have Or if you do We'll see you through And leave your own mark there Proof of another survivor out Dig deep until Lost Hope Ceases to be May we share smiles on the other side
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A Treatise on Self Indulgence 03:55
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Hard, heavy beat Grinding bass Keep the pace Sing it loud Slide the string Let it ring Let it out Gotta move your feet Can't compete With the rhythm Takes control Strokes your soul Let it go Let it out I don't need to be fixed I don't need to be clean I don't wanna be seen (I wanna be obscene) Just give me that post-punk sound and A little metal underground and Don't bother to come around when All I need is to satisfy my greed Just me and me alone I'm no one's sacred whore and This life would be such a bore without the Pulse-pounding Hip-thrusting Slipping sucking fucking rhythm Punk and funk and rock and junk and-- Just a little longer Just a little longer So maybe love is blindness A little diamond in the mindness Don't damn me or faith in kindness (Even so; anger is our energy) Eternal optimist I know, But I'm awake and alive and so I'm told we can be heroes Right here on the edge of the dark I'm gonna keep what I find For a little while I'm gonna make it better Then give it away I've been waiting such a long time For the fear to bleed out Waiting for that vital sound For my heart to come back around Pull me up from the ground And take everything Everything left that I have
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Gutter 02:43
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If all of us are in the gutter Some of us are flipping off the stars If all of us are in the gutter Some of us are swinging at the stars We fall hard We fall hard (Doesn't matter, get back up) We fall hard We fall hard (Get back up) We fall hard (Doesn't matter, get back up) We fall hard We fall hard We fall hard We fall hard (Get back up) (I'll get back up Don't you worry) (Get back up And try again)
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Becoming 03:36
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I want to feel you crumble beneath me My tower of stone I want to hear your breath hitch, falter When you realize you're alone There are empires behind me And kingdoms still to come I'll remain standing before you As I watch you come undone I can sense reality retreating As you try to hold your soul You don't even seem to realize You're relinquishing control Your urge to bow before my throne Surrender everything that you have known Fragile flesh and brittle bone Now you know that you are not your own Now you're aching just to reach me Will you forget your sin? I can hear the begging in your breath The request to let me in Nothing but complete surrender Will be accepted here I ignore your pleas for mercy It's far too late my dear I want to feel you crumble beneath me My tower of stone I feel you shatter at my feet Swallowed by the dark unknown You fancied yourself a hero My tower of stone I feel you crumble beneath me (Crumble beneath me) You are a memory You are a memory You are a memory And even that will fade
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Sharpshooter 01:52
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Sharp shooter Little death Little murder Wild horses couldn't drag you down I know they've tried Bona fide Suicide Like it's something they can take away It's jealousy anyway Wasting too much time Trying to decide If they wanna be you or fuck you (Over here the answer is yes Yes yes yes yes) Sweet talking Hip cocking You're a filthy fucking sweetheart I would not die for you but I'd try for you The extent of what I'd do to Make sure that you Just keep on shining Keep on shining Shine your light Shine your light Keep on shining
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I Thought I Knew (But I Was Wrong) - bonus track 03:20
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[The star is not alone in the sky] [Even if it looks that way]

about

Really long time coming, huh? I didn't really think I'd ever be back at this place, wanting to make music and then actually deciding to do it. Seemed like good a time as any, I suppose. And a tragic villain backstory about a long and slightly devastating illness derailing music plans, oh, about 16 years ago. Terrible tale of woe, would not recommend.

This EP's still rough as hell and I won't pretend otherwise. So am I. A lot of time spent as an artisan kind of taught me that there's a point when you have to stop the polish and call it done or it'll never be finished, and I always liked stopping before the fingerprints that say "This was made by hand and there's probably still a little blood on it somewhere" could be buffed off. Who knows, maybe in the future I'll take whatever I learn from here and remaster this. Music's kind of a great art form like that. This is for me, and I am sharing. Nothing more, nothing less. Thanks for dropping by either way, whether it connects with you or not.

Here be a tale of darkness and hope. Rest assured that the vast majority of this EP was recorded and mixed while I was wearing leopard print pajama pants.

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released October 11, 2021

Orin Drake/Black Dogs at My Back take responsibility for all of the noise.

Special thanks to each and every one of the folks who've encouraged me and pretended like they knew I'd get back to making music all along. I can't tell you how much I appreciate it. There's an enormous amount of gratitude for all of the musicians who've kept me alive and well-fed with my "punk and funk and rock and junk" over the years as well, but that's been a constant.

Special thanks also goes to all the devs behind LMMS, Ardour and Cakewalk, because I finally forced myself to learn newer audio programs and after that initial brick wall of a learning curve, these are all things I think I'll continue to use. Give them a spin, huh?

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I liek teh boom twang screm. Lots of black, lots of rhinestones, lots of animal patterns. I was born in the '80s and by god I'm gonna die there.

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