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Into the Fire

by Dressed for the Occasion

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1.
Step right up t o the dotted line We’ll get you custom fit And in the showroom in no time Didn’t you say that you wanted To make the front page We’re gonna make headline news Out of you You got exactly what we want You got exactly what we need You got all the sexy details The seedy little secrets You’re the story I’ve been dying to read You got everything we love Wrapped up and packaged With a pretty red bow You got excitement, devastation You’re a heartbreak overload Put enough spin on the situation You could be star of the show Step right up to the dotted line We’ll get you custom fit And in the showroom in no time Didn’t you say that you wanted To make the front page We’re gonna make headline news Out of you I bet you’re scared of it all I bet you’re watching for the end I bet you’d rather see it on the news Instead of it happening to you Pray to your god It doesn’t happen to a friend But when it hits you in the chest Reverberates and takes you straight to the edge That’s the good stuff Baby pour it on thick I gotta scratch that itch Give me the next disaster Fast enough to make my head spin Step right up to the dotted line We’ll get you custom fit And in the showroom in no time Didn’t you say that you wanted To make the front page We’re gonna make headline news Out of you Eventually we’ll all be so used to bad news Baby we’re gonna need it like a morphine drip Eventually we’ll all be so used to bad news Baby we’re gonna crave it like its heroin Eventually we’ll all be so used to bad news Baby we’re gonna need it like a morphine drip Eventually we’ll all be so used to bad news Baby we’re gonna crave it like its Some kind of fucked up medicine Step right up to the dotted line We’ll get you custom fit And in the showroom in no time Didn’t you say that you wanted To make the front page We’re gonna make headline news Out of you Didn’t you say that you wanted To make the front page We’re gonna make headline news Out of you
2.
Someone goin into the fire tonight Someone goin into the fire tonight Help me out of this oh my love Help me out of this oh my love Someone goin into the fire tonight Someone goin into the fire tonight Help me out of this oh my love Help me out of this If I could be on my way I swear I wouldn’t Beg, fight, borrow, or steal I’ll go back from where I came We could arrange Some sort of bargain or deal I can see me slippin off of this cliff tonight I can see me slippin off of this cliff tonight Help me out of this oh my love Help me out of this oh my love Captain going down with the ship tonight Captain going down with the ship tonight Help me out of this oh my love Help me out of this If I could be on my way I swear I wouldn’t Beg, fight, borrow, or steal I’ll go back from where I came We could arrange Some sort of bargain or deal My will ain’t strong as it used to be The night-times taking ahold of me And everybody ‘round me’s watching Just to see exactly how bad I can hurt myself This buildings goin down to the ground tonight This buildings goin down to the ground tonight Help me out of this oh my love Help me out of this oh my love Plane goin straight to the bottom of the lake Plane goin straight to the bottom of the lake Help me out of this oh my love Help me out of this If I could be on my way I swear I wouldn’t Beg, fight, borrow, or steal I’ll go back from where I came We could arrange Some sort of bargain or deal Blood’s falling from my fist and There’s a shattered salt shaker On the table again A quick flick of the wrist A shit decision could’ve Cost me my closest friend And in the morning when I wake Surprised and grateful that I’m not dead I go and do it again My will ain’t strong as it used to be The night-times taking ahold of me And everybody ‘round me’s watching Just to see exactly how bad I can hurt myself
3.
I was riding high out on the Sunrise side of twenty-five I was a long-haired careless shell of a man She stabbed me square in the back With her black magic She was heavy as a hair-metal band What do her, hurricanes, and tornadoes Have in common? They obliterate what stands in their way She called me up to her office to talk I was too tongue twisted to know what to say I was ten feet tall on the day we met and Oh my darling how you cut me down I was ten feet tall on the day we met and Oh my god how you cut me down Oh my god I was flying solo up the sweet east coast She put her hand up Stopped me dead on my tracks I was taking no for an answer left and right She told me say yes and don’t ever go back Easy to say I was taken by the way She had a tolerance for my heart rate Either way I fastened my seatbelt And leaned way back I put my fingers to the wind and relaxed I was ten feet tall on the day we met and Oh my darling how you cut me down I was ten feet tall on the day we met and Oh my god, oh my god how you cut me down I was posted up outside the Mr. Mikes Sipping and smoking with the boys Under the flickering lights She was talking dirt with her girls Twisting and flirting with her Fake eyelashes and perfectly twirled curls I was contemplating the ideal conversation Where I came off like a renaissance man She was reading me more like a coffee table magazine She’d already been keen to my plan And I was… I was ten feet tall on the day we met and Oh my darling how you cut me down I was ten feet tall on the day we met and Oh my god, oh my god how you cut me down
4.
Tell me what happened To what we had When did the water go bad When did the clouds roll back What was the matter With the way it was We had the world in our hands I guess it wasn’t enough What was the issue with simplicity We keep on breeding convenience They’re expanding their factories It’s a strange way we’re living these days Life gets smaller and the man gets paid It’s a complicated thing they say So just keep greasing the chain Everything will be okay When can I see the sun again Should I ask your permission To leave my own front porch How dare you ask them for your freedom man Don’t you know that’s a joke Turn back and stay the course You know you’ve got a lot of nerve Talking out of turn Speak louder than the head of the house And you’ll burn It’s a strange way we’re living these days Life gets smaller and the man gets paid It’s a complicated thing they say So just keep greasing the chain Everything will be okay And all the precious things that you bring Start flushing them down the drain All the precious things that you bring Start flushing them down the drain It’s a strange way we’re living these days Life gets smaller and the man gets paid It’s a complicated thing they say So just keep greasing the chain Everything will be okay
5.
Storm came on so quick We couldn’t run One minute we were grooving 'Fore we knew it We were grabbing our guns The thunder clapped like cannon blasts The shudders closed There’s no more laughter now There’s only you and your own left to worry about Now that the war is out Got in my truck and made my way Back into town Cautious as a cat burglar Could barely see the dirt on the ground I saw the smoke rise from the village square I felt the fear of man pollute the air Its time to put it all on the line Lets see how you do in a dogfight You got one good shot You better damn well take it You gonna throw that fist around You better pray that it lands And get yourself ready to dance Within the hour you find out You’ve been kidnapped from your crown I hope there’s not any doubt It never mattered what came out of your mouth Now that the war is out The wind went howling Louder than a crowd of wolves I remember staring my breath in the face As if it were my ghost Took a heavy drink of everything and Soldiered down the road Ain’t no turning away now There’s nothing left of what I called home I saw the mountains turn back to the sea I watched the world I know open up Beneath my feet I kept my hands on the wheel And I showed my teeth You got one good shot You better damn well take it You gonna throw that fist around You better pray that it lands And get yourself ready to dance Within the hour you find out You’ve been kidnapped from your crown I hope there’s not any doubt It never mattered what came out of your mouth Now that the war is out By the power vested in me You’ll be torn apart at the seams For all the world to see It’s time you learned about true humility Within the hour you find out You’ve been kidnapped from your crown I hope there’s not any doubt It never mattered what came out of your mouth Now that the war is out
6.
Hold On 04:23
There’s a broke lamppost Shining little to no light upon the road Would you hold my hand I got a bum leg honey It ain’t gettin’ any easier to dance Brake-lights and lightning Are the only kind of guidance I can find to get me through this ride The slower I roll The farther I fall into the night Just gotta hold on Might be a little late arriving Gonna take my sweet-ass time I’ll keep my head up high Ain’t gonna brake my stride Maybe I’ll catch you at the finish line I’m just gonna hold on Might be a little late arriving Gonna take my sweet-ass time I’ll keep my laces tight And my eye on the prize Maybe I’ll catch you at the end of the line Hold on I’ve been in sensory depravation I can’t feel a goddamn thing I’ve been in a state of suspended animation Ever since you started following me You’ve been the only reason that Keeps me in this three street town I know the outcome of the conversation It’s happened ‘bout a billion times It’s simply discontent for the present situation Never needed any rhythm or rhyme You’ve been the only reason that My head hasn’t hit the ground Now I’ve done everything you told me Would you tell me is it working out I’m just gonna hold on Might be a little late arriving Gonna take my sweet-ass time I’ll keep my head up high Ain’t gonna brake my stride Maybe I’ll catch you at the finish line I’m just gonna hold on Might be a little late arriving Gonna take my sweet-ass time I’ll keep my laces tight And my eye on the prize Maybe I’ll catch you at the end of the line Hold on She slips away She slips away She slips away Just like greased up cellophane What can I say What can I say How can I say I’m enamored by the pain that she brings Oh I’ve got all the time in the world Oh I’ve got all the time in the world I’m just gonna hold on Might be a little late arriving Gonna take my sweet-ass time I’ll keep my head up high Ain’t gonna brake my stride Maybe I’ll catch you at the finish line I’m just gonna hold on Might be a little late arriving Gonna take my sweet-ass time I’ll keep my laces tight And my eye on the prize Maybe I’ll catch you at the end of the line I’m just gonna hold on Might be a little late arriving Gonna take my sweet-ass time I’ll keep my laces tight And my head held high Maybe I’ll catch you at the end of the line Hold on
7.
You’re gonna grow yourself a garden Tall walls made of vine You’re gonna drown out the light To all the neighboring towns Ain’t got time for all their alibi’s You’re gonna sell out your own name Serve yourself up like a Turkey on thanksgiving day By the end of the year There won’t be anything left Not even for the vultures to take Oh you know we all go down One way or another Best to get yourself a hobby Or latch onto a lover Take a trip into the kitchen And fix yourself something sweet Oh you know we all go down One way or another Grab ahold of something golden Don’t trade it for another Take a dip into the river Soak your blistering feet Now what I need you to do Is get your shoes and Make a dash for your truck And don’t waste any time You’re only pushing your luck You gotta get out of dodge As fast as that baby can move Then I need you to reach Into your passengers seat And see that there ain’t nothing Keeping you from finding relief You’ve got a lot of ground to cover Not a god damn thing to lose Oh you know we all go down One way or another Best to get yourself a hobby Or latch onto a lover Take a trip into the kitchen Fix yourself something sweet Oh you know we all go down One way or another Grab ahold of something golden Don’t trade it for another Take a dip into the river Soak your blistering feet Stomp your feet on the ground Make some noise Don’t let em’ intimidate Yell ’til you lose your voice Don’t let em’ back you down Oh you know we all go down One way or another Best to get yourself a hobby Or latch onto a lover Take a trip into the kitchen Fix yourself something sweet Oh you know we all go down One way or another Grab ahold of something golden Don’t trade it for another Take a dip into the river Soak your blistering feet
8.
Wide Awake 04:31
He lies wide awake With his life at stake Rifle aimed at miscellaneous shapes He’s shaking unsure which shot He should take Burning like the blistering sun Got a temperature a hundred and one He can feel his fever Creeping up about to break He’s propped himself against a rock Got a good viewpoint with a few blind spots He can hear em’ screaming When will he learn Tell momma that I’m on my way I should be there by the end of the day Oh why the hell did I have To take that wrong turn Well I hope they hear me loud and clear I ain’t going down by anything less than a cavalry Well I hope they hear me loud and clear Gonna take a little bit more Than a couple light slams to rattle me What do you do when what your used to abusing Is refusing to cooperate in the way you once knew What happens now when the lights go out When there’s no-one around Will this tree make sound If it goes crashing down completely out of view Do I put my head in the sand If it doesn’t go exactly to plan How the hell am I supposed to plow through Well I hope they hear me loud and clear I ain’t going down by anything less than a cavalry Well I hope they hear me loud and clear Gonna take a little bit more Than a couple light slams to rattle me Will you sell yourself out Or will they throw you through the window Don’t go out without a bang I say Will you turn your music down Or will you play it even louder Will you bow out gracefully High time for the final stand We all want to see what you Can really do with your hands And if you wouldn’t mind keeping it moving Time ain’t waiting man Hope you’ve got something clever in store I bet you leave em’ begging for more No reason not to give it everything you can Well I hope they hear me loud and clear I ain’t going down by anything less than a cavalry Well I hope they hear me loud and clear Gonna take a little bit more Than a couple light slams to rattle me Will you sell yourself out Or will they throw you through the window Don’t go out without a bang I say Will you turn your music down Or will you play it even louder Will you bow out gracefully Make me an offer that I can’t refuse I’ve got nothing to lose but my way Make me an offer that I can’t refuse I’ve got nothing to lose but my way
9.
We can’t go on Driving these rotten roads Pretending we’re good We’ve got a bald set of tires Smokes pouring out of the hood We can’t keep up Would you give me a hand here dear I think that we’re stuck Broken axle, leaking gasoline It’s clear to see we’re shit out of luck Oh all the work in the world Couldn’t fix this epic mess We’ve made out of ourselves All the work in the world Couldn’t repair this undercarriage We’ve been beating to hell No tow-truck, train, or carrier plane Could pick us up out of this rut Girl we’re trapped in the rain We can’t be here I haven’t seen headlights In what feels like a year Roads are changing names The routes i swore i knew They ain’t the same Oh what a price to pay We must have been nuts To think we’d taken the fast lane Looks like its up to both of us To roll our sleeves up Start pushing babe Oh all the work in the world Couldn’t fix this epic mess We’ve made out of ourselves All the work in the world Couldn’t repair this undercarriage We’ve been beating to hell No tow-truck, train, or carrier plane Could pick us up out of this rut Girl we’re trapped in the rain Any mechanic in his right mind Might say can it Invest in what’s reliable Any mechanic in his right mind Might say can it Invest in what’s reliable Oh but I’ve got time for fine tuning What till you see her move Her fire’s undeniable Oh all the work in the world Couldn’t fix this epic mess We’ve made out of ourselves All the work in the world Couldn’t repair this undercarriage We’ve been beating to hell No tow-truck, train, or carrier plane Could pick us up out of this rut Girl we’re trapped in the rain
10.
Keep on feeding me line I’m just getting used To the concept of time Give me back a couple years I wasn’t even done with those yet And now I’m here But of course lets not be ridiculous now They say a grown man doesn’t complain But god dammit how I’d love to have a drink Like we used to When we didn’t have half our brains god dammit how I’d love to have a drink Like we used to When we didn’t have half our brains I wanna go deep into the pine trees With a bottle of something fine and my guitar And I want all my old friends to find me So we can dance the night away Under those bright New England stars Wouldn’t you love to take a plane Back through memory lane just for a few If I could run back in time I’d be an olympic sprinter Chasing after you Come on we gotta go back into the woods Get ourselves up to no damn good And make a lot of noise Lets build a fire the size Of the tallest building in Dubai Because boys will always be boys Wouldn’t you love to take a plane Back through memory lane just for a few If I could run back in time I’d be an olympic sprinter Chasing after you I’ve been falling farther and farther away From everything I’ve known and loved I’ve become the astronaut That stepped outside for the view And found myself drifting off Wouldn’t you love to take a plane Back through memory lane just for a few If I could run back in time I’d be an olympic sprinter Chasing after you Keep on feeding me line I’m just getting used To the concept of time Give me back a couple years I wasn’t even done with those yet And now I’m here

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This album explores a new depth in DFTO's ever expending palette yadda yadda yadda rock n' roll!

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released May 24, 2019

Written by Addison Chase
Produced, Recorded , & Mixed by Sean McLaughlin assisted by Sean Merlin
Mastered by Jeff Lipton & Maria Rice at Peerless Mastering, Boston MA
Photography and Artwork by Lee Hopkins / OLP

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