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Gray Area Blues

Smoke, Steam, Dust

This is a random freestyle we filmed and recorded with our good friend Tiera. She also took this picture at our cd release show. Check out the video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9bNlJlEmL7M&feature=youtu.be 
Free download!

Freestyle

This is a single from Dug & Happy Tooth. Which is the moniker the solo rappers, Dug, and Happy Tooth use when they make music together but without their band Happy Tooth & Dug. And if that sounds confusing, its supposed to. This song is free. It was produced by Mr. Dufaux. It features Hyphon, and Stephen Sauer, who are awesome.  Mixed by Ryan Liptak and mastered by Mark Abrams at Vaughan Music Studios. Album art by Adula: https://www.instagram.com/x_26a/

Lyrics: Hyphon: I got my pajamas and my footies. 
My favorite book and a hot cup of milk. 
I got a little bit of music on a playlist. 
And my sheets are made of silk. Watch out! 
Feather bed, a light scent of Downey. 
Calm darkness totally surrounding. 
Imagine the feeling is floating and the sound is 
wind rustling, leaves grounding. 
You let your eyelids get heavy. 
I coulda had my erector set ready. 
Go for it, but don't worry about me Betty, 
I was headed for this pillow before the sun was setting. 

Stephen Sauer: (Chorus) Rap music you can fall asleep to. x4 

Happy Tooth: I've been rappin to my pillow, laughin in my sleep, half awake and I still doze off and the bills get lost. 
Where's today's mail? Lookin at the gray-scale. 
Safe to say this dream is a safe fail. 
I ain't well, and I've been grinding my teeth. 
Dying to sleep, trying to speak, 
but everything I say is outta either spite or grief. 
An honest insomniac, who only wants something beyond a nap. 
I just need a spot to lay my head, what's wrong with that? 

(Chorus) 

Dug: I learned how to write cause it's harder to learn to sleep. 
I was counted as a sheep and it kept me up for weeks. 
Now it's Downey as a duck feather, 
pen sending love letters, 
feeling much better in my Dug sweater. 
Comfortable, wonderful. 
World peace on a beach, kitten stretching. 
Relax, eat snacks, keep resting. 
No more thorn pillows, some warm, warm milk though. 
Why can't I fall asleep without playing a radio? 

(Chorus) 

Hyphon: Duck down, flip the pillow and drool more. 
You wanna be back in the window aisle of the tool store. 
With a gray skinned alien and Julian Moore, before it becomes your high school prom in a huge storm.(T.A.L.) 
Trips the norm, the tune is viral. 
The moon is title, while your mood is vital. 
Remove fan dials, snooze is mild. 
Let it be all, "Ooooh child." 
Until your days lessons turn from alphabet soup to filed. 

(Chorus) 

Happy Tooth: I'm sellin melatonin. 
I'm pretty sure Hell is frozen. 
Knock hard, I might be asleep 
and the bell is broken. 
But I'm always counting sheep, 
in the crowd or in the beat. 
Everyone I've ever met is valiantly sound asleep. 
Is this a dream or our collective reality? 
Sleepwalkin off the balcony down into the crowded streets. 
Hopin Mom's proud of me, like we are of our tall towers. 
I haven't slept a wink and so I think at all hours. 

(Chorus) 

Dug: My circadian rhythms were crazy as pigeons. 
Playin cicadas, praying, fishing in tornadoes. 
Still awake, daydreaming in the middle of the night. 
Pick a riddle, pick a fight with it. 
I warned myself I'd do it. 
Bore a hole in the floor where I pace and wait. 
This is a sleeping song. 
The sounds of waterfalls and static and 
everything you believe in is wrong. 
Good night folks. 
It's probably not gonna be alright, 
so you need some.

Dug & Happy Tooth - 2fallasleep2 ft. Hyphon and Stephen Sauer

Lyrics:
(Dug)

The general cloud of several sounds
you almost hear but can't put down
the hamster wheel.
I ran aground.
No I can't stand
to stand around so I lay here.
My echo chamber's got a pop filter
and blankets up.
I'm in here saying stuff.
I really can't escape it much.
I'm cold calling bloggers.
I'm socially awkward.
Rewrite the email seven times.
Please profile my song words.
Rescheduling our date again.
Please do not make me say, "Ahem."
I realize warning you I'm trash
is not a license to be trash.
But then one day I'm gonna die
and I hear then the horn wins.
But up until that point
it's all that holds me back from forfeit.
It's time to take a moment to
remember that I'm running late
from what I advertise to be my freedom
in the form of an escape.
Because it is, into the craft.
As in a ship or like a raft,
and if it breaks I bet I'll gasp
like I'm surprised or something.

(Ryan Liptak)
(Chorus)

Patience makes my head hurt.
Tell me what's your time worth.
Life spent lead in circles.
I think it's time to end.

(Happy Tooth)

Wish there was a way out.
Tell me how to teleport.
When I wrote the pain down
the whole thing felt so self-absorbed.
Don't know what this hell is for.
I woke up again this morning.
Woke up and felt like mourning
more things I keep ignoring.
No one's gotten out alive.
We fixate on how we'll die.
Happens over and over and over
a thousand times.
I work a job to make money
to spend it on art.
To make art about hating my job
and having no money
left for bills or art.
Toxic prophet.
Startin moshpits with lost kids.
Cause when we feel alone
we all need someone to talk with.
I think that I've been here.
Our fates look identical.
All our walls are meant to fall.
And I wish it was preventable.
But if I stay distracted
I can frame the fragments
of all the folks I interacted and laughed with.
I don't know what to do today.
I just wanna recuperate.
If I choose to stay losing faith,
remind me what I used to say.
The future's made from new mistakes.
the music's played
to escape
us.

(Chorus)

(Dug/Happy Tooth)

Always in at least eight places at once.
We keep falling asleep and the days turn to months.
Greet catastrophe casually.
Can't say that I'm glad to see you
but you might as well stay a while.
Well I'd hate to smile and not really mean it.
Been forcing it recently,
cycle's repeated.
Been feeling defeated.
This realization only really feeds it.
Just cause you got demons
don't mean you're genius.
It's not a big deal,
it's several small deals combined.
Everything feels contrived.
Even if inside, wounds heal in time.
We feel alive only when we're
close to death or over-stressed.
So upset but won't confess
to being a broken mess just yet.
I still see at shows sometimes
old friends from high school.
I shout you out because I'm sorry
this is the only time that I'll ever write you.
I feel past my prime.
Like I am a Raichu.
But I've yet to get there,
when I get there
I'll invite you.
There's songs I wanna die to.
Got a playlist for my funeral.
We're trying to write the right thing.
Same shit, different musical.
There's nothing I can do at all.
This dream's reoccurring.
In other words,
I've come to terms,
and don't need your reassuring.

Credits:
Happy Tooth - Vocals/Lyrics
Dug - Vocals/Lyrics
Ryan Liptak - Guitar, Bass, Vocals/Lyrics
Phil Effingham - Guitar, Bass
Eric Dixon - Guitar
Corey Blaies - Drums
Recorded live at Vaughan Music Studios.
Mixed at Vaughan Music Studios by Ryan Liptak
Mastered at Vaughan Music Studios by Mark Abrams.
Album artwork by Ryan Liptak.

All In Your Head

1. La Fin

Lyrics:
(THE SIGNS HAVE ALWAYS BEEN THERE.
DISASTER IS IMMINENT.)

(Happy Tooth)

I've got friends who don't believe
in the future or their choices.
I know people that claim clairvoyance
from rare poisons.
Shared voices.
I've seen visions from another time.
There's a universe where everybody
wants to die and nothing's fine.
When I was a kid
I didn't understand anxiety.
I thought everyone felt the same
and so I fought it quietly.
Before I go to the store,
I think of nine car pile ups.
And when I open up the door
it's kinda hard to find the guts.
I'm just catastrophizing,
which is practiced lying.
I tell myself I'm actively dying.
When I'm actually smiling.
Another Saturday,
a masquerade of plastic frames.
I only came to visit cause tomorrow
you might pass away.
I wouldn't wanna see a party
I'm not part of.
Your head craves the hard stuff
regardless of what the heart wants.
And we're all made of stardust.
Eventually those stars collapse.
In my head we play the set,
but nobody starts to clap.
Everything could go wrong again.
The songs'll blend til we're no longer friends
and it's not pretend.
I'm promisin,
that nothin's even happened yet.
But until I laugh at it and catch my breath
I'll still practice death for lack of an active threat.

(Chorus)
It's all in your head.
There's always a threat.

(Dug)

It's already over again.
Over and over again.
The worst thing that ever happened.
Just like last time.
And I'm still dead from that one.
It's insurmountable.
Even without all the downward pull.
From all the doubt but it's powerful.
Still in a drought when it showers too.
But anyway how are you?
I'm just a coward who
is stuck in the past
the way I imagined it.
Shame it ain't happened yet.
But that doesn't mean that I can forget
or stand for it.
But I can project
the way that I do when it's bad
and I make it disastrous,
yeah that's the step,
no asterisks,
retract your bets
then it's back to bed like wait,
what's stopping me?
Besides the self-fulfilling prophecies.
It's how I live my life so sloppily.
It's gotta be the wrong in me.
And everyone can tell.
I saw it coming,
but I did nothing.
I saw it coming
but I did nothing I said.

(Chorus)

Credits:
releases September 30, 2019

Happy Tooth - Vocals/Lyrics
Dug - Vocals/Lyrics
Ryan Liptak - Guitar, Bass, Vocals/Lyrics
Phil Effingham - Guitar, Bass
Eric Dixon - Guitar
Corey Blaies - Drums
Recorded live at Vaughan Music Studios.
Mixed at Vaughan Music Studios by Ryan Liptak
Mastered at Vaughan Music Studios by Mark Abrams.
Album artwork by Ryan Liptak.

2. Always A Threat

Lyrics:

(Happy Tooth)
(Chorus)
Loose like a crooked tooth
that you shouldn't move.
Two pills you should consume.
Cause it's good for you.
Soon I just took a few.
I was lookin blue.
Due like the bill is too,
cause it's good for you.

(Dug)

Roll the dice
and take your own advice.
Stay outta debt.
Forget about professionals.
The skeptical's defense
from all the needed care.
So be aware,
or better yet,
take as credible
the mess of you's
you found up on the net.
Yes.
The coping strategy
for those that's lacking the insurance.
Or cannot conserve to purchase care.
As in nobody does.
Apparently we're fine with that.
So why not try a healing crystal
in lieu of a spinal tap?
We know how that ends but
still we take the tape rewind it back.
And yeah,
the rest is usually
investment opportunities
like human needs.
The roots, the seeds,
the leaves and hey,
before you leave take everything
that isn't bolted down,
and bolt it down.
It's good for you.

(Chorus)

Credits:
releases September 30, 2019

Happy Tooth - Vocals/Lyrics
Dug - Vocals/Lyrics
Ryan Liptak - Guitar, Bass, Vocals/Lyrics
Phil Effingham - Guitar, Bass
Eric Dixon - Guitar
Corey Blaies - Drums
Recorded live at Vaughan Music Studios.
Mixed at Vaughan Music Studios by Ryan Liptak
Mastered at Vaughan Music Studios by Mark Abrams.
Album artwork by Ryan Liptak.

3. Good For You

Lyrics:
(Happy Tooth)

Another night awake
I guess I'll never sleep at all.
Say it's meant to be
and what you do can be unspeakable.
And I don't need control.
That's just not who I am.
No man is an island,
but I'm stranded by the night stand.
Started this whole thing as
a way to escape myself.
Nowadays it's been a cage
to debate my hell.
If something bad happens
I'll say it's supposed to be,
Even if I brought it on myself
supposedly.
I never gave up,
but I gave in though.
Nonetheless,
it almost sorted out
this fuckin mess in some respects.
My shortcomings are forthcoming.
I'm only sure of something,
I wasn't born for nothing.
We weren't born for nothing.
But if it ends tonight.
That's how it's gotta go.
Even if I'm by myself
I know I'm not alone.
Fate's just a way to justify
a bunch of lies.
So I'll tell myself everything's fine
a hundred times,
and I'm fine.

(Ryan Liptak)

Afterglow,
but it hardly shows.
Is this the spark to set the blaze?
I suppose,
to never know,
couldn't be the worst of ways.

(Dug)

"You made it this far,"
I mutter under guitar.
And get down with the get down.
And get over myself.
Or we could flip out,
a 180,
some day we
maybe will.
But til then
doing the mope
and feeling helpless don't help.
Dance in the waterfall,
like dribbling a soccer ball.
As in I can't do either well,
but hell it's never stopped me before.
The pieces seem to fit.
You'd see if you believed in it.
But then what would I sing about?
And think about for hours some more?
Shrug it off,
the shoulder weight.
You feel you have to hold away
If that was the solution
you would've seen
some kind of movement by now.
Go head and clip my wings.
That only makes it interesting.
As for all the misery
there's one more thing I'm figuring out.
And in the grand scheme
it's all a damn scheme.
Until I get the people dancing,
I don't know what I came here to do.
I do it anyway,
like every day,
and anyway
I tell myself
most every day
I don't have to explain it to you.

(Ryan Liptak)

Afterglow,
but it hardly shows.
Is this the spark to set the blaze?
I suppose,
to never know,
couldn't be the worst of ways.
The longest night can't last for days.

(Dug)

Leave behind
a monument
to all of it.
Acknowledgement
that it is what it is,
and therefore,
will be what it will be.

Credits:
releases September 30, 2019

Happy Tooth - Vocals/Lyrics
Dug - Vocals/Lyrics
Ryan Liptak - Guitar, Bass, Vocals/Lyrics
Phil Effingham - Guitar, Bass
Eric Dixon - Guitar
Corey Blaies - Drums
Recorded live at Vaughan Music Studios.
Mixed at Vaughan Music Studios by Ryan Liptak
Mastered at Vaughan Music Studios by Mark Abrams.
Album artwork by Ryan Liptak.

4. Never(Give Up)

Lyrics:

I'm just a tiny dying star in this universe.
Trying to find light inside the dark with my useless words.
Shoot the birds, and kill off all the wildlife.
Move the dirt for what it's worth,
and tell us we're gonna die tonight.
Lightning strikes, more often then you think it does.
If we got struck tonight, would anybody drink to us?
Or will we shrink to dust?
Leaving only ink to touch.
Always lost in thought...
Or we don't think enough.

There's too much ugly in my bloodstream.
It's either something lovely or unclean.
Now I can't tell if I want Heaven or Hell.
They poisoned our water and now they're selling the well.
Oh well.....

I'm a silent, dead key on a piano that's broken.
Anti-heroic unspoken poet no one will notice.
Hope's a thing with feathers.
And all of mine are plucked.
Float or sink forever it's better with eyes shut.
We can't see how minuscule we are.
A voice is pointless when it ridicules the stars.
Meaningless or meaningful,
There almost is no need to pull or push
if everyone's drowning, alarms are sounding,
and our hearts are pounding.

What if nothing is ever what it seems?
What if everyone is dead and we're all living in a dream?
This place is a science fiction novel written in second person,
by a guy who wasn't there that talked to a guy who observed it.

It takes too much concentration to have a conversation.
So shut the fuck up, or get stuck up in the constellations.
Conservation, has never been my strong point.
Out of gas, and out of road,
and into the wrong void.
What is the meaning of life?
Give me a reason to write.
A detrimental kiss from an existential devious knife.
If nothing matters and actions happen randomly,
let's agree we can't agree and go and start another family.

The meaning of life for me is being an artist.
Sleeping in garbage with unbelievable hardship.
But everything's fine this is exactly what I wanted.
If it wasn't well fuck it, I guess I've already done it.

Fate is a monster,
I'm always late to the concert.
Saying all the wrong words
and failing like clockwork.
I hate impostors,
but fear that I am one.
I'd like to conquer but it's clear I'm here and I can't run.
I wasted life trying to understand why I'm living it.
Another makeshift knife plunged into my skinny ribs.
Fate is a monster,
I'm always late to the concert.
Saying all the wrong words
and failing like clockwork.
I hate impostors,
but fear that I am one.
I'd like to conquer but it's clear I'm here and I can't run.
I wasted life trying to understand why I'm living it.
Another makeshift knife stuck in my significance.

Credits:

Happy Tooth - Vocals/Lyrics
Dug - Vocals/Lyrics
Ryan Liptak - Guitar, Bass, Vocals/Lyrics
Phil Effingham - Guitar, Bass
Eric Dixon - Guitar
Corey Blaies - Drums
Recorded live at Vaughan Music Studios.
Mixed at Vaughan Music Studios by Ryan Liptak
Mastered at Vaughan Music Studios by Mark Abrams.
Album artwork by Ryan Liptak.

5. The Last Song

Produced, Recorded and Mixed by Ryan Liptak
Mastered by Mark Abrams at Vaughan Music Studios.
Artwork by Ryan Liptak.

Lyrics/download at happytoothanddug.bandcamp.com

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