Trade Heroes

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"This is way more cowbell than I can handle." – Another Dying Artform

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released September 2, 2016

All Songs by Trade Heroes
except “Mama Tried” (music & lyrics by Merle Haggard)
and “Lawyers, Guns, and Money” (music & lyrics by Warren Zevon)

Produced, engineered, mixed by Zackary Darling
Mastered by Eric Bard
Photos by Trevor Neuhoff
Album design by Steven T. Seagle
Logo by Axel Blanc
Recorded at the Doghouse Studio, L.A.

Special Thanks:
Red Armour
Joe Barnathan
Juliette Bettencourt
Karl Bizjak
Anni Chapman
John Camozzi
Judy Haft
Joe Kelly
Karly McShane
Rich Moore
Carter Rinehart
Owen and Georgie Rinehart
Chris Schulz
Steve Seagle
David Wilson

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Trade Heroes Los Angeles, California

In every field, be it music or carpentry, there are those who do their jobs so well that they inspire others to follow in their footsteps. Trade Heroes, the band, are not those people. Still, they try their best to channel their own inspirations into original music– striving for that sweet spot between heavy and catchy, light and dark, classic and current: like the Last Waltz by way of CBGB. ... more

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Track Name: My Song
I bet you’ve heard this one before
A ‘C to G’ that’s built for empathy
How about a touch of irony?
Does anybody use that anymore?

Do these lines all need to rhyme?
I could chance it but I won’t
This time

Why would you want
To listen to
My song anyway?
Even if you start
To hum the tune
You hate the way I play

I know my voice is kinda thin
And my guitar is out of style
Maybe I should DJ for a while
Even you might listen then

And I’ll try something new this time
Like a line that doesn’t rhyme
Oh no...

Why would you want
To listen to
My song anyway?
Even if you if start
To hum the tune
You hate the way I play
Come on
Track Name: XYZ
What makes a modern man
Is it his taste
Give us a name-brand
To put us in our place

XYZ
My I.D.
This is not the “me” that I wanted to be

A guy and his girl
Such perfect bones
They need the whole world
To tell ‘em they’re not alone

XYZ
V.I.P.
Nothing is as easy as it seems

The liberal arts kid
One of a kind
Asphyxiated
By nothing but like-minds

XYZ
Bourgeoisie
Yes, there is an “I” in society
Track Name: Not Yet
Well there's no point in denying
I just can't find the words
We just sit here, nod and mumble
As the hours start to blur

And now it's getting late
But you're too sweet to mind
Wish I could write a proper love song
But I can never find
The right lines

She's stealing me
One moment at a time
It's all I can do

I just can't help but repeating
The things I've done before
All these lines are self-repeating
I'm incapable of more

Now we're at that stage
I don't know if you'll stay
I know that I could make it simple
But I guess I'm just
Not built that way

She's stealing me
One moment at a time
It's all I can do
And I want her to
But she's not coming home
At least not yet
Track Name: The Line
The party starts
Somebody stops to draw the line
Your crimson hearts
They don’t bleed as much as mine

Might makes right
Fight or flight
Say my name
Lay the blame
One on one
Zero sum
Is how it’s done

A dialogue
Back and forth along the line
The royal dogs
All they do is bark and whine

Might makes right
Fight or flight
Say my name
Lay the blame
One on one
Zero sum
And then it’s done

The party ends
Somebody wants to cross the line
Are we friends
Or are we just two of a kind

Me and you
Who is who
No one knows
So it goes
Ride the tide
Side to side
And we collide
Track Name: Ascension Day
It happened on a Thursday
In the month of May
The rising of the Ancient Ones
From beyond the fray
The first to turn against them
Were returned to dust
In the wake of violence
They came to win our trust

Kill ‘em by the score
And we will lose
Ten thousand more
Tell your zealous sons
To lay down
Their precious guns
Heed the hallowed voice
And recognize
It’s not a choice
They are here to stay
To guarantee
A better way
On Ascension Day

They cast out all our leaders
And tore down our machines
The prettiest apocalypse
The world had ever seen
And on their knees, the multitudes
Prayed hand in hand
The wisdom of the Ancient Ones
Swept across the land

[CHORUS]

The rape of all creation
By those who must consume
We set the clock in motion
The countdown to our doom
But time’s a grand illusion
The beginning is the end
To them what is, it always was
And will be again

[CHORUS]
Track Name: On and On
The dancehall stood half empty
On the eve of ‘42
The boys had just shipped off a week ago
Their fathers drank in memory
Of all they had lived through
And what they prayed their sons would never know
And debutantes in evening gowns
They’d never worn before
Kept casting hopeful glances at the door

The cowards and the invalids
Made up the house quartet
The barman’s wife was tending in his stead
And students sipping soda pop
While practicing their steps
Had no idea of all that lay ahead
But everyone had heard the news
And so accepted fate
In hopes the boys would only be kept late

(But we’ll...)
Save a dance for
The one who's just arrived
As the band strikes up its only well-known song
And we’ll go waltzing
In the beerlight
And in and out of time
And who knows if we’ll ever reach the dawn
But the music just keeps playing on and on

In the spring of ’65
The scene looked much the same
The old men sat there staring at their beer
The debutantes were mothers now
Who spoke their children’s names
In reveries that no one else could hear
And in some distant future
The powder keg still burns
And the boys, they have yet to return

[CHORUS]
Track Name: Mama Tried
The first thing I remember knowing
Was a lonesome whistle blowing
And a young'un's dream of growing up to ride
On a freight train leaving town
Not knowing where I'm bound
And no one could change my mind but Mama tried

One and only rebel child
From a family meek and mild
My mama seemed to know what lay in store
Despite all my Sunday learning
Towards the bad I kept on turning
Till Mama couldn't hold me anymore

And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole
No one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading I denied
That leaves only me to blame 'cause Mama tried

Dear old Daddy, rest his soul
Left my mom a heavy load
She tried so very hard to fill his shoes
Working hours without rest
Wanted me to have the best
She tried to raise me right but I refused

And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole
No one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading I denied
That leaves only me to blame 'cause Mama tried
Track Name: Lawyers, Guns and Money
I went home with a waitress the way I always do
How was I to know she was with the Russians, too?

I was gambling in Havana - I took a little risk
Send lawyers, guns, and money
They'd get me out of this

An innocent bystander
Somehow I got stuck between a rock and a hard place
And I'm down on my luck
Yes, I'm down on my luck
Well, I'm down on my luck

And I'm hiding in Honduras - I'm a desperate man
Send lawyers, guns, and money
The shit has hit the fan
Track Name: The Cheap Stuff
Dog eat dog
And the pony’s dead
Trampled in the hit parade
Beat that corpse
And you’ll find out
Every dog has its day

Nothing’s wrong
With the bottom shelf
Nothing in life is free
Reach on down
And turn us up
Have a drink on me

‘Cause the cheap
Rock and roll
Is better loud
(It's better loud)
It’s the only
Thing we know
But we ain’t too proud
(Ain’t too proud)
And I can’t find the critic
In the crowd

At the temple of
Pazz & Jop
Bend and kiss some feet
Recompense for
Your pretense
You get kicked in the teeth

But I ain’t got no
Song of myself
I done too many dirty deeds
Gimme three chords
Fuck the truth
It's a touch too much for me

‘Cause the cheap
Rock and roll
Is better loud
(It's better loud)
It’s the only
Thing we know
But we ain’t too proud
(Ain’t too proud)
And I can’t find the critic
In the crowd
Track Name: Gates of Hell
I woke up at the Gates of Hell
And saw to my surprise
The face of everyone I’d ever known
As I thought to look for yours
The flames began to rise
Had you gone to paradise alone?

And the one thing I can do for
All eternity
Is wonder if you ever looked for me

The damned are walking side by side
An infinite parade
In honor of the things that brought us here
The vanities and jealousies
And empty masquerades
The better angels fallen out of fear

And the one thing I can do for
All eternity
Is wonder if you ever think of me
Even as I stand upon
The blackened burning stone
Knowing that the fault was mine alone

There’s nothing less poetic than
A man whose only sin
Is longing for a thing he's never earned
But the Devil can identify
And he does it with a grin
I guess we’ve passed the point of no return

And the one thing I can do for
All eternity
Is wonder if you ever think of me
Even as I stand upon
The blackened burning stone
Knowing that the fault was mine alone