Strong Men EP

by Old Worn Soul

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released 16 November 2012

Mike Dyer: acoustic guitar, bass, vocals
Carson Groenwold: drums and percussion on tracks 1, 2, and 5.
Emma Torres: electric guitar on track 1.
Zach Adams: gang vocals on track 2 and 5.

All words and music written by Mike Dyer.
Produced by Mike Dyer and Zach Adams.
Engineered by Raúl Chirinos.
Mixed by Tom Cangialosi.
Album art and design: Mike Dyer

Thank you to my friends, family, and teachers for their continued support. I'd also like to thank my idols for their continued inspiration.

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Old Worn Soul Boston, Massachusetts

Boston-based folk punk with socially and personally charged lyrics written by Mike Dyer. The "Strong Men" EP is being released on 11/16/12.

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Track Name: Strong Men
Walk together children don’t get worried, because the strong men keep a coming on and the strong men keep on getting stronger. Born when there’s a need for change they say he was born at the wrong time: nothing there to kill the pain and nothing there to ease his mind. Born with the wrong skin color, no. Born with the wrong Mother and Father, no. History is etched in stone, but the future is held within the hands of the stronger men. They said he can’t read a book, well he taught him self. Told him not to teach his children, but he taught them well. His bible is old and worn while theirs still sit up on their shelf. He said you can’t keep knowledge from the poor, and you can’t keep knowledge from the beaten down. Walk together children don’t get worried, because the strong men keep a coming on and the strong men keep on getting stronger.
Track Name: Vulture
He’s a vulture; just trying to get what he wants and doesn’t care whose toes he has to step on. A telltale sign, of those with security and privilege. He’ll sell out his best friends if it means he might get ahead in the end. So stay clear. Go ahead and get what you want and not what you need but have no true sense of identity. You don’t see loyalty as a virtue. Go ahead and get what you want and not what you need but know you’ll never be a part of me. You don’t see loyalty as a virtue; we’ll see how far that gets you. Appearing neutral to those with distance but those close stay for the prospect of status and wealth. But they can’t put their finger on what he’s done for them. You might know what it is to control, you might know what it is to be handed everything, but you’ll never know what it is to love like me. Your glazed over look of discontent. We both know who is gonna win in the end. The one with a heart, a conscious mind, a good soul who gives them all to their friends. I hope to god they learn what they’re doing to themselves. I hope they realize how bad they’re fucking up. Go ahead and take what you want and not what you need but have no true sense of identity. You don’t see loyalty as a virtue. Go ahead and take what you want and not what you need but know you’ll never be a part of me. You don’t see loyalty as a virtue. Well let’s see how far that gets you.
Track Name: Better Friend
I know it’s been so long since we spoke. You and I both needed time to grow. Now you’re all grown up and I lost touch and it’s all my fault. Calm waters on the shoreline, you and I walked aimlessly down the coast and we stuck out. You knew we never belonged there but the reasons didn’t seem obvious. You know the reasons never seem obvious. If I could turn back time, you know I’d take us back to right where we were. Did you ever find those people you were looking for: the ones that would never leave your side, the few and far between? It’s the narcissist in me that makes me abandon the ones who truly love and care for me. It was never your fault but the reasons never seemed obvious. You know the reasons never seem obvious. If I could turn back time you know I’d take us back to right where we were. If I was only half the man you were, so quick to forgive. I didn’t have to say anything at all and you knew what this was all about. If I could turn back time, you know I’d take us back to right where we were, when you were a part of me.
Track Name: Doctrine and Liberty
Don’t you care about the world? Don’t you want your sons and daughters to be who they want to be? I know you don’t think like that, ‘cause everyone must have your same sense of well-being right? Well you can’t touch me, or my friends or family. We’ll see the disillusionment of fundamentalists in the 21st century. Don’t you know the sun still shines when you’re asleep? Traffic lights stay on when you’re not in the street. Does it make your stomach turn? All the children left hanging from the ceiling fan. They couldn’t imagine a world where they could bare to wake up every morning. Judgment from our god-fearing men is killing our young. Twisting the words of their god to justify their hate. No recognition of humanity, no sense of unity. Self-righteousness and a false sense of morality. No difference from the bigots of the past, yeah that’s the same slogan on your picket sign. Empty words like sanctity and purity don’t fucking fool us. Your god doesn’t hate anyone and our nation is a free one. Don’t you know the sun still shines when you’re asleep? Traffic lights stay on when you’re not in the street. But that generation is dying, they’ll be put in homes and us kids can run the world our way.
Track Name: Sanctity and Family
No, never going home until they find something to show for themselves. So far away is where they’ll stay because settling is giving up. Empty strip mall parking lots where idle teens grind their teeth. They do drugs, they all fucked up, but what did you expect from them? And what chance did you give them? They need love, a push and a shove or they’ll become the shadows of everything their fathers wish they didn’t become. Blocks of empty houses filled with broken American families. They use alcohol and pills to get them through those years until their children leave so they can call it quits. They’re sick of it, but these choices were made consciously to treat each other like this. And the kids can pay the price but you’ll have to forgive them. They’ll treat everyone they know how they saw their father treat their mother. No medications can fix that; no it’s no chemical imbalance. It’s a lack of human kindness and that’s what we have to call home.