The Great Dead Hope Act: II

by Cattle Dogs

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released July 15, 2011

Dead Words is: Dave, David, Eddy, Elliott, Joe

All lyrics by Elliott Frank, All Music by Dead Words

Recorded at Brainchild Studios in Cleveland, Ohio.
Engineered by Noah Buchanan.

Gang Vocals: Nick Kratsas, Michael Aponte-Nunez, Noah Buchanan, and DW.

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Cattle Dogs Cleveland, Ohio

Nuanced and complex points of view are difficult to cram onto the back of a t-shirt; which may be one of the reasons that hardcore bands spend so much time screaming about absolutes. Confront your own opinions with the same scrutiny you apply to those you disagree with, embrace the fact that sometimes you will be right, sometimes you'll be wrong, but most of the time you will be both. ... more

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Track Name: Still Dreaming of Electric Sheep
You were trying to run before you ever knew the joy of walking. You’ll lose your grip on the dream, or lose your grasp on reality. You’re so eager to be old and jaded, when I would give anything to be young and awkward. Life grows dark faster than you ever knew; it moves faster than I thought possible. You’ve got these feelings of nostalgia for a sun that has yet to set.

In a life where you get a single at bat, why the hell would you try to draw the walk? Never trust anyone who says, “no regrets.”

Your decisions will haunt your every step, and you will soon tire of running.
Track Name: Howard the Duck
I’m still chewing on my teeth. I don’t want to survive. I want to live. I know that my one refuge has always been my undoing. We use the vocabulary of the dead.

I’m still standing on the shore. I’ve been eroded by the wind, but I won’t be washed out with the tide while I am still alive.

I want nothing more than to surrender, but I am always struck by the odd moment of resolve. We speak with the words of the doomed.

Hope is our albatross. We’re paralyzed by a world built just to break. What is left for us if we’re as doomed as the words we waste? I wish I were speechless.