Filler for the Vacancies

by Dog & Wolf

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Mike Petruccelli A three piece band that does their own thing and remains as some of the nicest and most talented folks in Chicago. No other band mixes stories about day jobs, drinking, and life so well. Favorite track: The Potential Satisfaction.
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released October 11, 2015

All songs written and performed by Dog & Wolf

Dog & Wolf is:

Kyle Geib - Guitar, Vocals
Dan Tinkler - Drums
Nick Arvanitis - Bass, Vocals

Recorded and mixed by Matt Jordan at Atlas Studios in Chicago, IL
Mastered by Collin Jordan at Boiler Room Mastering in Chicago, IL

Dog & Wolf would like to thank our loving families, incredibly supportive friends, the folks that played a hand in the creation of this record (including Tim Browne and Joe Henderer for their gangbang vocals on "The Potential Satisfaction"), and the Chicago music scene for making all of this just the fucking best.

Artwork by Ryan Tippery (www.ryantippery.com)

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Track Name: The Potential Satisfaction
Averting clarity today
The smoke, it clings
The whiskey paints my face
The saddest look you've ever seen
Dead-eyed, slack-jawed, oblivious, and green

How did I become so uninteresting?
Have I just defeated myself
to sabotage the potential satisfaction
that it could give to somebody else?

I lie melting in my bed
Making up the words that people never said
Words that make me feel so small
I know them all by name, they live outside these walls

How did I become so uninteresting?
Have I just defeated myself
to sabotage the potential satisfaction
that it could give to somebody else?

Why the hell am I still awake?
The sun's returned to laugh in my face
Track Name: Clocks I
I keep time by the lines on the coffee pot
Black water recedes to burn the depths of my heart.
But that won't help the shaking
No, that won't help the shaking

I keep the date by the plates stacked up in my room
By the height of the dust that's never known a broom
And that dust settles on me
It grays my skin completely

Yeah, the weight of the world
I won't ever claim to know
I'm never fond of being that bold

I'm defined by the pints I drink without control
By the ghosts from the end of the cigarettes I smoke
And I can't say I hate this
No, I can't say I hate this

Yeah, the weight of the world
I won't ever claim to know
I'm never fond of being that bold
Track Name: Doesn't It Feel Good?
Your biting words, the bare such teeth
They rip the flesh clean, they rip the flesh clean
How much can they eat?
Because I've got nothing left to offer up inside me

So here's the trade-off:
You will be right
I'll be unhappy
Just like you like me

Doesn't it feel good, what we've got going on?
Isn't it so satisfying dragging me along?
What have I done wrong?
Can I even make it right?
Here we go again, let's kill tonight

Sideways eyes stare, they pierce straight through me
I feel them tear me up to nothing
How deep can they see?
There are holes inside my chest
And I can't stop the bleeding

So here's the trade-off:
You will be right
I'll be unhappy
Just like you like me

Doesn't it feel good, what we've got going on?
Isn't it so satisfying dragging me along?
What have I done wrong?
Can I even make it right?
Here we go again, let's kill tonight
Track Name: Overdriven Road
The city's overcome by a freezing, cold wind
That cuts through all my layers as it pierces through my skin
As I walk down the street, kicking leaves up with my feet
And wonder where it is I'm supposed to be

I watch the waves crashing hard into the rocks
As if pushing this great city to the side
The boats out on the lake, my god how they did shake
Fighting off the strong freshwater tide

Listen to the wind howling through the trees
Now listen to my voice, it's the same thing
The gravel in my throat is like an overdriven road
That takes me on my way, oh so slowly
It's slowly to nowhere for me

Standing in the rain, I watched your taillights pull away
Crying hard from red and yellow bulbs
But my eyes, they stayed dry under that gray and sobbing sky
As the thunder and the lightning raged inside

Bitter and alone, shaking, wet, and cold
I couldn't help but think about that tide
The whitecaps on the waves
The wind ripping through the sails
Trying hard to push it all aside

Listen to the wind howling through the trees
Now listen to my voice, it's the same thing
The gravel in my throat is like an overdriven road
That takes me on my way, oh so slowly
It's slowly to nowhere for me

I long for brick and urban street
To light the ground and guide my feet
To block the stars
Remind me that there's more than wishful thinking

Listen to the wind howling through the trees
Now listen to my voice, it's the same thing
The gravel in my throat is like an overdriven road
That takes me on my way, oh so slowly
It's slowly to nowhere for me
Track Name: Even Though They're Gone
You revisit an old picture like it was a grave
Your alcohol-soaked lips, they kiss the open wound you've saved
Now and again that's okay, but I know it's not right
To do this to yourself every night

You keep on like you think nothing has changed
You're holding on to all those that you have been estranged from
Even though they're gone

And the ghosts that you see, well they're flesh like you and me
So, tell me, what makes you so afraid?
And the voices in your ears, the words you hear so clear
Only exist miles away
And they're not speaking to you anyway

You keep on like you think nothing has changed
You're holding on to all those that you have been estranged from
Even though they're gone
Track Name: Hell-Bent
Here he comes again
My faithful shadowed friend
Hell-bent on pulling my strings and tearing me apart
Mixing signals in my head

When I feel like my friends are out to get me
I know it's just his whisper in my ear
But he wraps himself so convincingly in their voices
It's all I hear

So I stand silent and watch it all burn in front of me
While he towers behind me and he gets to celebrating
Well, he laughs and sings, and laughs and sings
Projected on the wall
"I've won, you lose"
He calls

Here I go again
Been listening to my friend
I'm hell-bent on pulling it together and getting a new start
But he knows he'll always win

When I feel like my friends are out to get me
I know it's just his whisper in my ear
But he wraps himself so convincingly in their voices
It's all I hear

So I stand silent and watch it all burn in front of me
While he towers behind me and he gets to celebrating
Well, he laughs and sings, and laughs and sings
Projected on the wall
"I've won, you lose"
He calls
Track Name: The Carpenter and the Cave
There's a light I never noticed
It shines from the blackness of a cave
As I walk deeper, it twists and turns the way
Leads me in far enough to ensure that I will stay

I will wither to nothing
I will atrophy and fade
Before you know it I will disappear
To be a memory, a ghost, remains

Spiral, spiral down like a screw into the wood
Wedge yourself securely, deeper than you know you should
There's a certain kind of comfort in digging yourself in
To bury yourself to the chin
Track Name: Clocks II
A heavy fog hangs low over roads unfamiliar to me
I'm racing a rental car home to a friend I barely see
And though time passes, I move slow like molasses
Wheels spinning, but gaining no speed

A wicked game, the ill-tempered clock plays
It races ahead of me to make sure behind it I stay

One hundred and fifty miles east of Chicago and Indiana's making me sick
Is it the water treatment plants or the factories? Take your pick
And though time passes, I move slow like molasses
Wheels spinning, but gaining no speed

A wicked game, the ill-tempered clock plays
It races ahead of me to make sure behind it I stay
Track Name: Filler for the Vacancies
Is this happiness or complacency?
And will time really tell?
I barrel forward with the things I think I know
loaded in a hollow shell

My plastic heart is melting down my spine
Fueled by the burn I call my appetite

And it takes a moment for you to realize
All the comfort that these patterns bring
When your routine holds your hand along the way
Don't you know you're never really free?

I write filler for the vacancies
In the stories that I tell
I pump nostalgia into every other word
Just to make it seem heartfelt

My plastic heart is melting down my spine
Fueled by the burn I call my appetite

And it takes a moment for you to realize
All the comfort that these patterns bring
When your routine holds your hand along the way
Don't you know you're never fucking free?
Track Name: I Am the Seam
The rusted spine of the L
Its ribs are planted in the ground
The trains are signals
Electrical, inbound
This nervous system can't calm down

It calls to me to just let go
Bleary eyes under a skeleton
I am rattled from dangerous dreams
This world is fabric, I'm the seam

I embrace the isolation
The cathartic clicking of the tracks
Seem to fit my thoughts together
Leave wondering why I ever look back

The sun, it burns through steel and stone
To bleach this city's sleeping bones
And all its lights are rendered useless for now
They bleed in, I breath out

I embrace the isolation
The cathartic clicking of the tracks
Seem to fit my thoughts together
Leave wondering why I ever look back