Tigers

Tigers

 Dallas, Texas, USA
BandPopAlternative

We shall play slow and deliberately. We shall recognize how heavy minimalism can be. We shall let the natural ebb and flow of the earth guide our collective voice. This is not boastful only deadly. The tiger does not boast his presence only claims his victory. We hide amongst the broken brambles and broken souls till only tooth and claw remain. Follow the tiger for if you cannot see him...

Then he is behind you. - The Tiger.

Biography

Tigers are a group of four, highly literate individuals, recently released from higher education to the wilds of the independent music scene (boasting a 25% graduation rate*). They hail from across the states of Texas, Oklahoma, and Louisiana, concentrically focused on the town of Dallas, TX.

As songwriters, Tigers employ atypical methods of construction, more interested in myth, fable, and allegory than straight-forward earnestness. This is no indicator of emotional apathy (unless perhaps you confuse apathy and good old-fashioned 90’s nihilism, which does occasionally work its way into the fold), but instead an attempt to dissociate from the kind of neo-effeminate-rape of classic folk music tropes so prevalent in popular music, typically with an unabashed aim towards the trouser muscles of youthful females. Tigers need not work for teenage pussy. It has been throwing itself at Tigers for ages.

Sonically, Tigers are no less experimental than in their choice of accompanying vocabulary. They adhere to an almost sadomasochistic fidelity to innovation, the kind of desire for inventiveness that can cause band members to inflict bodily harm upon one another (and consequently, delay production.)

As a live band, Tigers use a number of artificial chemical substances, specifically Redline, smelling salts, and Old Milwaukee to magnify their already lusty instrument pounding and high-screeched wailing to make for an exceptional, energetic performance. They promise to keep their clothes on.**

* the one college graduate is currently unemployed
** no assurances with regard to the clothing of the audience

Lyrics

So So Soviet

Written By: Tigers

mother’s shift their emotions from hip to hip
and all of the neighbors cuss in front of their kids.
the clock swallows up time, and shits out memories
if you make youth a friend, it makes you an enemy
so… so… Soviet.

the gap between our levels of affection is hell
I didn’t think about my footing until after I fell,
the sun barters in life, with a slight tax of entropy
you can’t hate God, without some hypocrisy,
so… so… Soviet.

The African Anteater Ritual

Written By: Tigers

There’s a pit in the floor of the high school gym,
that most of the teenage boys fall in,
still I might have kept my balance by her side,
if she would have kept her grip on my Old Navy tie;
but it, slipped through her hands,
just like a, slicked-up wedding band
and then she, fell away from me,
in an, inversion of gravity.

So I learned how to dance over summer break,
dancing alone.
Yeah I learned how to dance over summer break,
and now I only dance at home.

And so I watched from my comfortable bleacher seat,
as she tongue-kissed every boy but me,
and when it came time to give her a ride,
she wouldn’t even in-vite me inside;
instead she, just held out her hand,
and gave a complement to the band,
she said I, sure was swell,
but that I just didn’t move too well,

So I learned how to dance over summer break,
dancing alone.
Yeah I learned how to dance over summer break,
and now I only dance at home.

by the fall semester, I’d gotten so fast
that I didn’t even bother with a hallway pass
still all of my moves got me nowhere
till they offered a bounty on her underwear,
I knew I could, never get them for free
so I cut her in on the proceeds.

Donor Party

Written By: Tigers

our lusts used to intersect,
now they’re parallel
she walks on escalators,
while I just stand still
the heart is a useful organ.

"I love you’s," mean a lot to me,
I hope they mean more to you
the heart’s a useful organ

my heart’s just an organ
your’s is so much more,
my heart pumps blood,
your heart is your core.
(that’s all hearts are good for)

Kayden Kross

Written By: Tigers

the last boys on the block to molt,
have some catching up to do,
it’s the slowest ones that want you most,
while the fastest ones ruin you.
(it’s the fastest ones who ruin you )

you always seem to fit the best
around the first one inside of you,
I tried to slide in the impression he cast,
but there wasn’t enough room.
(no there’s never enough room)

how could anybody stay alone,
when pairing’s so much fun,
and if anybody break’s your heart,
you can take it out on the next one
(there will always be another one)

it’s getting harder to understand pain,
when there’s pain in fulfillment too,
and it’s know it drives you from me,
when everyone wants you.

Sleeping Sickness

Written By: Tigers


I measure time,
by how the body craves,
there’s modafinil,
to jolt me awake
my coffee pot,
has a keg spout,
and I don’t leave home,
until it’s tapped

I take adderal,
on my lunch break,
crushed into the filling
of a coffee cake.
and then I don’t dream,
of a better life,
I just take the one I’m given
home every night.

and then there’s ambien
at the end of the day.
that helps wash the dis-
contentment away
and so we’re falling asleep
like the very alive
and waking up
like the newly dead

(and now we’re falling asleep
like the very alive
and waking up
just like the newly dead)

My carnivore heart, floods me with guilt,
but my carnivore heart must be appeased.
My carnivore heart, floods me with guilt,
but my carnivore must be appeased.

The Jerk

Written By: Tigers

hang on to language like it’s all that’s left.
your favorite words will always love you best.
I told her once she was serious.
she took it like a blow to the chest.

she didn’t speak my language, she does now.
if she was looking to languish, I taught her how.
I said, you’ve made my life quite precarious.
she took it like a blow to the chest.

I was a romantic when I was 24,
I won’t be a romantic, anymore,
you’ll never get as punished for the bad things you do,
as you’ll punish yourself, for being true.

the only place for you is somewhere dangerous and new.
I said, you’ve got to be too good to ever be true.
no one would ever wish that on you,
she took it like a blow to the chest.

we promised not to sleep until we ended our fight,
but waiting on dawn usually takes all night,
I said, you’re not quite wrong, and I’m not quite right.
she took it like a blow to the chest.

I was a romantic when I was 24,
I won’t be a romantic, anymore,
you’ll never get as punished for the bad things you do,
as you’ll punish yourself, for being true.

Now I’ve got darvocet and that’s all I need,
I’ve got kayden kross and a few grams of weed.
I’ve got Wiliam Faulkner, and Emerson too,
The Science of Sleep and The Big Blue,
I’ve got God of War and GTA,
a different record for every day,
and – that’s – all –I – need.

Appalachia

Written By: Tigers

there was a mountain range that ran through the middle of the house I grew up in,
and if I stood on my toes, I could see most, of the things my mother did,
like the cloud of smoke that always rose, and circled around her head
or the Friday nights, that she turned on the lights, and didn’t turn them off again.

It was such a surprise, all of the guys, that she gave my remote control.
with all of the space, they had to lay waste, it was my life that they chose.

it was an appalachian mountain divide

for 6 good years, the sky was so clear, it was as if we were above the clouds,
but with a flash through the night, that clarity died, and left our house exposed,
to the wind and the rain, and the erosion away, of
the ground beneath our feet,
and when the world settled down, and I took a look around, my dad was nowhere to be seen.

years passed, with a crevasse, between him and me,
and then I realized, that he felt fine, at the distance we had reached.

it was an appalachian mountain divide

we're so eager when we crawl out of bed,
and ashamed when we crawl back in.

Discography

Dude, There’s a Dart in Your Throat, Ep (1973)
LiP BomB, Lp (1974)
Nuts Ach!, Lp (1976)
Chocolate Buffalo Abortion, Lp (1977)
Dark Black Magic Explosion of Deathly Love Fire, Lp (1987)
Porpoise Court, Lp (1991)
Titular Romance Party Quotient, Lp (1995)
Fuck Offs and Boycotts, LP (1997)

We formed in May. We actually have no discography. We just felt bad leaving this space blank.

Set List

Kayden Kross
The Jerk
Sleeping Sickness
The African Anteater Ritual
Donor Party
Mopery
Plummet
Hypersomnia v. Adhedonia
Appalachia!
So so Soviet