Downward Dogs

Downward Dogs

 New York City, New York, USA
BandRockAlternative

Sounds like: Pixies and Steely Dan rumbling in a Burger King parking lot. Chicago and Violent Femmes riding go-carts. Alice Cooper and Silver Jews arguing over the last box of Cheerios at the supermarket. Daniel Johnston and Mazzy Star starving in a liferaft.

Biography

Downward Dogs bring acoustic punk up from the curbsides of New York City with an aggressive swing; we heard rock and roll needed more horn sections, so we obliged. Picture Pixies and Steely Dan rumbling in a Burger King parking lot, brass and drone braying from mono speakers. Say hello to big choruses, swaying anthems, yelping lyricism, terse minimalism. Feel the big comfy chair from which you bark your savage orders.

Influences: Violent Femmes, Velvet Underground, Chicago, abstract jazz, Modern Lovers, Talking Heads

Lyrics

Urban Planning

Written By: Joe Yoga

I know you saw me looking at the sidewalk
But right now I can’t find the strength to care
Yeah I miss what I lost
You guessed right
But I’m content to leave it there

Cause I don’t spread out like the street
And its wide reach never meant that much to me
I see the curb and the curb sees me
I check my face and you’re watching

I know you think I’m thinking a thought in here
Kindly you’ll give it a rest
Every moment costs me something I recall
Are you next?

Cause I don’t spread out like the street
And its wide reach never meant that much to me
I see the curb and the curb sees me
I check my face and you’re watching

Sad Machine

Written By: Joe Yoga

Fell in love with a sad machine
I love the way that she parted the streets
Her arms are new but it's a familiar technique

Fell in love with a sad machine
She never fails to impress the hell out of me
Like the way that she assimilated my dreams

And I am finally going to know

Fell in love with a sad machine
I love the way that she thought she could talk to me
Always willing to fill the show for me
Her predictions always getting the best of me
Her arms are new but it's a familiar technique

Small Hands

Written By: Joe Yoga

I can get away with it all now
Your eyes are deep inside but I see em
It's been
A couple years since the war now
I saved the days cause I knew I'd need em

And this is it
I have a mouth for you
And you were there
When he picked your world apart
And you were there, small hands
Yes you were there

I am
Drunk and high and I'm upstairs
I am elegant with my small hands
You wait
And you separate and you call the kids away
As the static turns to noise

And this is it
I have a mouth for you
And you were there
When he pushed your lips apart
And you were there, small hands
Yes you were there

I am
Revolution and I am dead
But I've never felt better
He will find you
Far too big for such small hands
Overgrown and screaming for weather

And this is it
I have a mouth for you
And you were there
When he pulled your legs apart
And you were there, small hands
Yes you were there

And I will vouch for you

The Wrecking Crew

Written By: Joe Yoga

I met the crew when I was green
I left it but it never left me
the truly hungry stomach can tell a missed opportunity

and now I am a vessel
i am the thing you can't get away from
an image in a puddle split by rain but hey
it still kinda looks like you
no matter what you do

i wavered when i hit the first part
a reputation torn in two
in the corners of a greenpoint bar i stayed
but I did not want to smoke with you

and now it's all sticky and mean and love sucks
and fools all we
maybe i should have stayed asleep
and let the devil make his mess all over me
so that he could see:
I got no logo
I got no flag
I got nothing to defend

i know it must be rough for you me
gathering men under cover of night
to me it's the end of the world,
still the ladies hit the panic light

and then poof! everything was dead
but everything has come back to die again
i'm never short of help at the tombs
but we need more room
so bring in the wrecking crew
they're gonna do what they do

Humor

Written By: Joe Yoga

Today mistakes were made
It rain, it left the wall stained
What makes a man sick?
What makes a man sick?

Well, apparently not the years and now years
Of living up to my neck in it

It takes the rain
It takes a hurricane

I feel like a freak survivor
Just because I stayed
But I have grown a little less cynical
Somewhere along the way
Still, I can't believe I just said that
I can't believe we made it here alive

And neither can you from the look on your face
What made us wise,
Made us realize the stakes?

It takes the rain
It takes a hurricane

Some days it's all great
Some days we kick the world away
I went and I stayed
I took the last train

Early on the couch the morning
Comes in
And flesh it out that soundtrack did

It takes the rain
It takes a hurricane

Discography

Familiar Techniques - August 2012

Set List

Small Hands
Cheater
Humor
Hey Ryan
Old Drug
Endgame
No Wings
The Wrecking Crew
Torch Song
Dying of Heatstroke
Hey Ryan