Description: ‘Living Will (Get You Dead)’ by The Loved Ones. https://davehause.veeps.com/stream/events/63e7e9c5babe ‘Lose Your Head’, a film by Jesse DeFlorio, captures The Loved Ones as they concluded their ‘Keep Your Heart 10th Anniversary Tour’ at Union Transfer in Philadelphia. Living Will (Get You Dead) All alone again He woke up screaming here He needs more oxygen to breathe Help him up hold him down Like a freight train It's bearing down again He's got holy water in his lungs Help him up If that's how it's gonna be Wake me up wake me up Pump me full of meds Don't let me drink from that cup Slide a little pill down my throat I'll try to keep it down Or pull my plug and don't be frightened by the sound Seventy and ten Outlived the best of men He wants to see his little kids again Help him up But in all his years The pain's never been this severe Now he's spiraling in fear hold him down If that's how it's gonna be Wake me up wake me up Pump me full of meds Don't let me drink from that cup Slide a little pill down my throat I'll try to keep it down Or pull my plug and don't be frightened by the sound

Description: ‘Arsenic’ by The Loved Ones. https://davehause.veeps.com/stream/events/63e7e9c5babe ‘Lose Your Head’, a film by Jesse DeFlorio, captures The Loved Ones as they concluded their ‘Keep Your Heart 10th Anniversary Tour’ at Union Transfer in Philadelphia. Dave Hause- vocals & guitar Mike Sneeringer- drums Michael Cotterman - bass Christopher Gonzalez - guitar Dave Walsh - guitar Tim Hause - organ Guess it'll pass here in my bed I set a ticking time bomb in my head I set it off to punish my transgressions As the poison makes its way I'm watching as my hands begin to shake And now it's just regrets and every second guess Never thought we'd end up here that night when you said "the car's out back let's see this through" They told me they had all this proof I know what I done is wrong I sealed your fate and told the truth Now the gallows hang for you They'll find me here in a couple of days I wonder what your wife and kids would say "he damn sure had it coming" They'll say I did it 'cause of shame They'll say I went and damned you to be safe They'll say "it's just as well I hope he burns in hell And guilt dealt him a hand that forced his fate just the same" I sealed your fate and told the truth They told me they had all this proof They said they'd found the rusted spade And matched the footprints to your shoes Now the gallows hang for you This turned out to be my fatal mistake And I'll take it to my grave Say a prayer my soul's at the stake And there's not much left to save

Description: Dave's performance of The Ditch he did as an opener for The Bouncing Souls' 2020 Home For The Holiday's show...

Description: Dave Hause "The Great American Going Out of Business Sale" (feat. @Will Hoge ) (Official Audio) Dave covers Dillinger Four (c) all rights reserved We were raised to be just what we are, in case you didn't know If I offered up to you some proof, would you let your anger show? Or would you put your mind to sleep, kept warm by simple novelties And a history that's really not your own? Is freedom just a privilege of hatred guaranteed? Is compassion just a second thought of hope brought to its knees? Can dignity see fit to work past all it doesn't want to see? Seven guns for degradation Three cheers for cruel tradition Red, white, and black eyes forever Somewhere south of respect tonight, this tension's wrapped up nice and tight The static's felt but never makes a sound A man finds nothing left to eat, another sells his body for a place to sleep As Klansmen flood a conference hall downtown This TV has the answers, let fashion have your eyes This job is your achievement, this Bible is your pride Can dignity see fit to try and fix what it knows fear can't hide? Seven guns for degradation Three cheers for cruel tradition Red, white, and black eyes forever I think of a story my father told me About a fella he know in the Army The Pentagon traded him checks for both his legs "Fuck the States" was the last thing father heard he had said Still it's said that this war was won Well, I refuse to be just another dead nation's bastard son I have eyes that see, I have a mind that thinks I have a mouth that speaks and goddamn, it will Because I've had enough of all this shit About making do and playing ball, the way things are and dealing with it Mixing pop and politics He asks me what the use is I'm not into making excuses And I'll die the day I find them fucking useless

Description: Dave Hause "Super Powers Enable Me to Blend in with Machinery" (Official Audio) Dave covers Dillinger Four (c) all rights reserved Lyrics: It's all wrinkled elbow shirts and poker faces on this bus Back to a niche, dug just like a ditch in this city's weathered crust But there's something about the city's gray that seems to say all there is to say Riddled with regiment, vindictive intent, faking loyalty and getting paid Fuck 'em all Fuck 'em all Fuck 'em all Fuck 'em all She keeps the Variety section and then gives the rest to me She says she remembers when buses were nicer, "no dignity in plastic seats" But there's something about the way she said, "the only good boss is one that's dead" Broad shoulders giggled all over the bus and work ethics crumbled into "them and us" Fuck 'em all Fuck 'em all Fuck 'em all Fuck 'em all And all these spectres of the workplace Turned from effigy back to reality And yeah, I wish it was that simple To think a belly laugh is really all we need But it's the slow decay of the day-to-day That says take your paycheck Accept your place and fade away But there was dignity in plastic seats that day

Description: Dave Hause "The Father, The Son and the Homosexual / Single Parent" (Official Audio) Dave covers Dillinger Four (c) all rights reserved Lyrics: They called it faith They called it fair They called it resolution I call it shit when we were alone They simply paid no mind You'd suffered such a crime Then there you were A mother way too soon They said you'd made your bed Then they filled your head With the sound The bells of a cathedral You say you're still ashamed I wish that I could make it stop Like salt thrown over shoulder A coin tossed in a fountain Not unlike a knock on wood You said only in as much As you were sensitive to touch Did you feel like a human when they spoke And so you hid your life All bottled up inside Just enough to make Your angels choke You took all you heard And tried to make them your own words Only deafened by the sound The bells of a cathedral Now you hate yourself and I wish that I could make it fucking stop All my life Surrounded, unfounded Teachings thought as threats I won't forget

Description: Poor Man's House Written By @Patty Griffin All Rights Reserved You know you've done enough when every bone is sore You know you've prayed enough when you don't ask any more You know you're coming to some kind of understanding When every dream you've dreamed has passed and you're still standing Mama says god tends to every little skinny sheep So count your ribs and say your prayers and get to sleep Nothing is louder to god's ears than a poor mans sorrow Daddy is poor today and he will be poor tomorrow Hey that's the poor man's house Everybody get a look at the poor man's house Everywhere they went before must have turned them out And now they're living in a poor man's house There's nothing like poverty to get you into heaven They got a lot of wine and fish up there And the bread's unleavened They got a lot of ears that heard a whip go crack Lots of missing toes and fingers and scars upon their backs Daddy's been working too much for days and days He doesn't eat He never says much but I think this time it's got him beat It isn't that he isn't strong or kind or clever Your daddy's poor today And he will be poor forever Hey that's the poor man's house Those kids are living in a poor man's house They walk to school with the soles of their shoes worn out And come home in the evening to the poor man's house What are you chopping that wood for Why are you growing that corn Mama's sewing a brand new shirt and You're wearing the one that's torn I guess it's for some one else's kid who wasn't born In a poor man's house Hey take a look at that house Everybody we're living in a poor man's house Seems like everywhere we go they find us out Find out that we've been living in a poor man's house

Description: Dave Hause "Top of the World" Written by @Patty Griffin All rights reserved I wished I was smarter I wished I was stronger I wished I loved Jesus The way my wife does I wish it had been easier Instead of any longer I wished I could have stood Where you would have been proud But that won't happen now That won't happen now There's a whole lot of singing that's never going to be heard Disappearing everyday without so much as a word somehow Think I broke the wings off that little song bird She's never gonna fly to the top of the world right now Top of the world I don't have to answer any of these questions Don't have no God to teach me no lessons I come home in the evening Sit in my chair One night they called me for supper But I never got up I stayed right there in my chair There's a whole lot of singing that's never going to be heard Disappearing everyday without so much as a word somehow Think I broke the wings off that little song bird She's never gonna fly to the top of the world right now Top of the world I wished I'd have known you Wished I'd have shown you All of the things I was on the inside But I'd pretend to be sleeping When you'd come in in the morning To whisper goodbye And go to work in the rain I don't know why Don't know why Because everyone's singing We just wanna be heard Disappearing everyday without so much as a word somehow Want to grab a hold of that little song bird Take her for a ride to the top of the world right now To the top of the world[x8]