Domesticating the Tiger

by Blame Shifters

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Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Trevor Vaughan at The Colosseum in New Bedford, MA in Spring 2016.

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released January 8, 2017

Mike Dunn - guitar, percussion, lead vocals
Chris Simmons - guitar, vocals
Meagan Day - bass guitar, upright bass, vocals
Robb Furness - drums, percussion, lead vocals

Trumpet on "Whistling Past the Graveyard" - Ben Stein
Cover photo - Richard Thomas Kenneth Hawke
Cover models - Nick Ortolani and Bella

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Blame Shifters Boston, Massachusetts

Weird emotional grown-up punk from Boston and East Bridgewater, MA.

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Track Name: Domesticating the Tiger
Roman soldiers in the city of champions
Waging war over politics of the scene
Living the dream
I fantasize about tiny rooms
With writing on the walls and dirty carpets
A place I know I feel free
Choking on cigarette smoke
And I’ll just be the butt of every joke

All I thought I needed was a cheap guitar
And three chords repeating in a two minute song
But the debts stack up and before too long
You’re making all these compromises that you can’t come back from
I want a 12cent sticker on every surface
And I’ll do it all for free because fuck the business
But everything’s a game, that’s the lesson you learn
You’ve got to play while your body can still handle the burn
So I’ll drink another beer
And toast to pissing away another year

I can’t help feeling like I missed my chance when I was eighteen
I could have joined up with the Romans and lived the dream
Track Name: Brick Wall
I’m trapped in a corner
Tethered to a chain
Locked inside this prison
With no one but myself to blame
Counting every shit decision that led me to this place
A cog in a machine
A rat trapped in a race

A monolith of broken dreams
A thunderstorm of pain
Herded into servitude
Packed into the train
Indentured into slavery with no hope of escape
I can read the writing on this brick wall of hate

Beating my fists into a pulp
Catharsis in destroying myself
Nothing to do but just admit
That I’m living in a world of shit

I walk alone
I walk in circles
Forward progress to the same place that I started from
So fuck it all
Staring at a brick wall

Beaten to submission
Whittled to a nub
Nothing’s real but pain now
Chew my tongue to taste my blood
Hanging from the torture rack
Bleeding like a sieve
Praying for the kiss of death
Because this ain’t no way to live

Beating my fists into a pulp
Catharsis in destroying myself
Nothing to do but just admit
That I’m living in a world of shit

I walk alone
I walk in circles
Forward progress to the same place that I started from
So fuck it all
Staring at a brick wall
Track Name: Whistling Past the Graveyard
You placed your trust society
Is this what you thought it would be?
Who’s to blame when the system fails
And a young girl’s found in a stream

It’s not your fault, how could you have known?
You would have been there to help
If only you could think, you could think for yourself

'Round and 'round the world keeps spinning
Do you live a life that’s not worth living
Where you only care about with your own possessions
I just got one more question

Has the whole fuckin work gone completely insane
Is it me am I to blame?

Rehabilitate and deny
Those words that you live by
A step in the right direction
But we all know its a fucking lie
Free thinking is extinct
The easiest pill to swallow
Ignorance is breeding hate
But the gene pool is so shallow

Round and round the world keeps spinning
Do you lead a life that’s not worth living
Where you only care about with your own possessions
I just got one more question

The bar has been set pretty low, I don’t want it any higher
If it was I’d have to work that much harder
Track Name: Heel Turn
Heel Turn -- Yeah, you turned your back on me
Changed so much in such a little time
Steel chair -- When I turned my back on you
You turned around and left me crying

Heel Turn -- Yeah, you turned your back on me
You were supposed to be my partner in crime
You left -- Now you’re with my enemy
How could you do me like that?

You’re a liar, you’re a cheater
You’re a no good low down trashbag hopeless brutal bottomfeeder
You’re a snake, yeah, a heartbreaker
I knew that you were crazy but when did you get so hateful?
Blue meanie, body beater, and you beat my body down
You’re a no good rotten heel

Power
Submission
Reversal
Finish
Power (Sit-Down Powerbomb)
Submission (Figure Four Leg Lock)
Reversal (Drop Toe Hold)
Finish (STUNNER)

Heel Turn -- Yeah you turned your back on me
Knocked my teeth out with a two by four
Wrapped in barbed wire
AAAAAGGHHHHHH
Track Name: Fling
I met a woman on the internet
I bought her cocktails, gin and Fernet
I said some words, she said some words
I laid a line out and tried not to forget
She had an aunt who died like mine
Dark threads begin to unwind
It hit me hard like a heart attack
But she never called me back

I guess I’ll fling some more shit at the wall
And see what sticks

I met a woman through a mutual friend
She touched my hand and I knew I was in
I said some words, she said some words
I must have said something stupid again
I took a bus down 95
I felt I had to lay it all on the line
Same old shit when I come back home
Sitting distant, sick and alone

I guess I’ll fling some more shit at the wall
And see what sticks

Alone and sick
Watch me dance on the table
Flinging my shit
Like a monkey
Track Name: The Nicest Apocalypse Ever
I watched from my front porch when the sky came crashing
I watched the trees all turn to rust
The soccer fields fell into the inferno
Pedestrians collapsed to dust

I saw the needles that hang
From high above every day
I watched them piercing the earth
Witnessed the new age’s birth

I never heard from you, no way to reach you
I sat and melted in my shame
The last time I held you outside of your office
I knew that everything would change

I saw the riders at dusk
They come for spreading the rust
I welcome them to my home
They leave me here all alone

The way you left me feeling’s manifesting physically
All creaking muscles floating through my daily misery
The streets are cracking and I’m falling into deepest earth
The best apocalypse there’s ever been in history
Track Name: The Show in '27
A music box is all that remains of a former life
One that now seems so far away
Your friends are gone, wife’s been taken away
Questioning your own mortality everyday

Don’t look back Mr. Templeton, we don't want you here
Don’t look back Mr. Templeton, go forward face your fears
Don’t look back Mr. Templeton, life's too short to waste it all away
And we don’t want you here anyway

A speakeasy, you see her there
She is beautiful, hasn’t aged a day in 30 years
But she’s cruel to you, not the woman you loved
But you must know, she’s just acting ‘cause she cares

Don’t look back Mr. Templeton, we don't want you here
Don’t look back Mr. Templeton, go forward face your fears
Don’t look back Mr. Templeton, Life's too short to waste it all away
And tomorrow’s a brand new day
Track Name: Black T-Shirts in the Sunset
I’m a piece of human garbage, rotten to the core
So put me in your bin after you’ve swept me off the floor
Yes I’ve become inanimate
A scrap to be discarded with
The folded up reminders of the times that you would sooner forget

So take me to the landfill
Because my time would be better spent in the grime and grit with other pieces of shit
Inside the compactor
Oh crush me, crush me to a paste
Just human waste to bury in the pit

Just as toys soon bend and break and phones won’t hold a charge
We reach our expiration date before our minds go dark
I’m feeling so used up
And I will only degrade and decline
So push my body right aside
It’s obsolete, it’s a waste of time

So take me to the landfill
Because my time would be better spent in the grime and grit with other pieces of shit
Inside the compactor
Oh crush me, crush me to a paste
Just human waste to bury in the pit

You only get one shot at your twenties
And if you blow it, that’s it, you’re done, you’re done
The world has turned and left me here
I'm sure the new model’s way more fun
Fun Fun Fun (Fun Fun Fun)
Just fucking leave me here to rot
Track Name: Spectator Sports
Nattys in the parking lot, feels good to get away
It’s been a crazy goddamn year, feels like I’ve been locked in a cage
Grass lies cool beneath my feet, I’m hoping that my horse will show
I’m hoping that before I’m old I set at least a couple goals
Now there’s gunfire, race begins, stiff hooves churning track
The crowd is watching clenching teeth, I’m just holding laughter back
I don’t need their revelry, I don’t need their fine cigars
Don’t they know they’re in the streets, can’t they smell the burning cars?

Am I a mare
Racing clydesdales in circles for fruitless reward
Tools for the jockeys
Just spectator sports

I don’t go to Baltimore, that’s where my brother scores his drugs
He says they broke into his car and stole his textbooks, what the fuck?
And there’s just prisons everywhere, I don’t need that scenery
I want to roll my windows down, I want to feel safe in the streets
The empty stands at Camden Yards, why’d they take this thing so far?
They get to run around all day, and I’ve been working so damn hard
And I’m staring at a horse, just staring at a horse
And I’m just so fucking bored, letting life just run its course

Am I a mare
Racing clydesdales in circles for fruitless reward
Tools for the jockeys
Just spectator sports

Whoa oh oh

Now there’s gunfire, people scream, cops in line in riot gear
Tear gas flying through the air, it’s a familiar kind of fear
It’s been a crazy goddamn year, since they found my brother’s drugs
That’s how they locked my brother up, it could have been him in that truck
It’s like I’m always fucking up, broken glass beneath my feet
These police they make me scream, I want to feel safe in the streets
I want to smash their fucking teeth, they know my horse will never show
I’ll probably die before I’m old, they’ll probably put me in that hold

Whoa oh oh

Just spectator sports, just game for the hunt
The commentariat is raking the mud
They’re breaking the horses, they’re spilling their blood
And I’m just a spectator watching them run