Into the Fire

by Dressed for the Occasion

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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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Track Name: Headline News
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
Track Name: Into the Fire
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
Track Name: Ten Feet Tall
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
Track Name: Greasin' the Chain
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
Track Name: One Good Shot
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
Track Name: Hold On
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
Track Name: We All Go Down
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
Track Name: Wide Awake
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
Track Name: All the Work in the World
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
Track Name: Olympic Sprinter
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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