Feed The White Dog. Feed The White Dog.

by Professor Hefner

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about

Our first album as a five piece. Originally an experiment in creative use of the pop format, this album turned out darker, heavier, and more angry than we expected.
It was started @ Black Bedroom Studio, which we outgrew. Black Bedroom was then torn down, The Weight Room was built, and the record completed there.

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released April 5, 2011

Professor Hefner is:
Ryan Rusch - vocals
Jake Shrider - drums
Aaron Currier - bass, backing vocals
Joel Medlin - guitar, backing vocals
Trevor Carbon - guitar, backing vocals

Engineered and mixed by Ryan Rusch @ The Weight Room, Washburn WI
Assisted by Trevor Carbon

Mastered by Dave Hill @ Inland Sea, Superior WI

Cover art by Jessica Van Stappen

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Track Name: The Letting
The Letting (R.Rusch)

Once there was blood. Once there was laughter. And you can dream but you can’t go back there. Dream but you can never go back.

Cause that endless sky, no it isn’t for you. You of no worth, avert your eyes. This gray, this cold, is sent to grow you old and make you punch holes in your life.

Spirits hang waiting for yours, broken. Til nothings real, practice forgetting.
With all you are erased, you’ll learn the hollow song.

Then bathed in your tears, I’ll be clean again, yeah I’m gonna play god tonight.
Your polluted blood. Your fake fucking laughter. I’ll end that dream and I won’t go back there.

Spirits hang waiting for yours, broken. Til nothings real, practice forgetting.
With all you are erased, you’ll learn the hollow song.

Come back, we’ll help you die. Take your place among the faceless.
Come back, rehearse your lies. Take your place without a face.
Track Name: Grace Machine
Grace Machine (R.Rusch)

When the noise turns to silence, says the child to the hangman. How do you stand it then? How can you stand it? They don’t stay children for long.
I tell myself I’m salvation. I tell myself that I am mercy.

Go cut them down in the name of peace. Collecting the wounded and dead when I can’t sleep. I don’t wanna carry these ghosts any further. Teach me anything but murder.

Too soon a boy becomes a soldier. No more child, just a hangman. And knows the sound of being watched and has the look on his face of the prisoner of war.
I try to tell myself that I’m salvation. I try to tell myself that I am mercy.

Go cut them down in the name of peace. Collecting the wounded and dead when I can’t sleep. I don’t wanna carry these ghosts any further. Hold up the mirror now, I’ll put my eyes out. Teach me anything but murder.

I can’t tell myself that I’m salvation. I can’t tell myself that I am mercy.
Track Name: The Observer
The Observer (R.Rusch)

When we knew less of the secrets. When the future wasn’t screaming. Then we all would dream of angels, when the nights were still for dreaming. Now there’s tape over our mouths, and there’s murder in the silence. We’ve bound and gagged ourselves, in a marathon of violence.

Where have you gone? What have you made your truth? Now look what you’ve done. Look what your truth made you.

The bloody ground speaks, these are not revelations. The second coming of nothing, just denial. The newborn screams, in cold anticipation, with wolves lying in wait for the arrival.

Where have you gone? What have you made your truth? Now look what you’ve done. Look what your truth made you.

Now we know to many secrets. Now the future’s fucking screaming, and the nights they crawl by sleepless in our hatred, in our grieving.

Where have you gone? What have you made your truth? Now look what you’ve done. Look what your truth made you.

The bloody ground speaks. Yeah, the bloody ground speaks. Listen.
Track Name: The New One On The Wall
The New One On The Wall (R. Rusch)

In this deception there is sharpened fucking loathing. In this deception there is self abuse. In this deceptio there are fears not for the knowing. In this deception lies the truth. With this charade we all march to our graves. With this charade we suffocate.

Secrets, we all have secrets. Sickness, we all feed our sickness. Helpless we all bleed red from the wrists, awaiting something better than this. Secrets, with darkening secrets, Sickness, we feed off the sickness. Helpless, we all bleed red from the wrists. In cadence we march to our deaths.

In this deception. Endless deception. With this charade we all march to our graves. With this charade we suffocate.

We all have secrets. We feed our sickness. We all are helpless awaiting something better than this. With darkening secrets, we feed off the sickness. We all are helpless. We march to our deaths.
Track Name: Under The Knife
Under The Knife ( R. Rusch )

Said it hurts to see you all splayed out.
Is it me? Am I dreaming?
One thing you just can't play down, shaking pale hung from the ceiling.
The wiring is it all mine?
I can't tell, but I know when I see hooks planted over time, by someone else.
Or was it myself ?

So now I'm under the knife so aware time swerves and passes.
You wanna take my life, burn it all, spit in the ashes.

It would feel so good to erase this doubt.
Has anyone? Am I dreaming ?
Does everybody just play it down, with sanity so quickly leaving?
This moment it is all mine, I tell myself,
cause noone can hold closed the gates of time.
What's done is done, and I will not run.

So now I'm under the knife, so aware, time swerves and passes.
You wanna take my life, burn it all, spit in the ashes.

Is it me, or am I dreaming?

So now I'm under the knife, so aware, time swerves and passes.
You wanna take my life, well burn it all, spit in the ashes.
Track Name: Smile Of Winter
Smile Of Winter ( R. Rusch )

Hanging eyes all dressed in sickness.
Sorrowed lungs all filled with mud.
Nightmares and daydreams, daily more vicious, til memories always smell of blood.

And I want the end, my mind is made.
So bring it all down, I'm not afraid.

My veins are boiling, dancing pyretic.
Conviction nauseous, choked, effete.
Forever held in, never exhaling.
Til the reddest bandage soaking wet, again.

And I want the end, my mind is made.
So bring it all down, I'm not afraid.

The stare of ice, the smile of winter.
The glass of love, all fingerprints.
My vision's oily, burning, and splintered,
with jealous flames consuming it.
And as they climb and burn my mind, I can't make out which ones are true and which ones are lies.

And I want the end, my mind is made.
So bring it all down, I'm not afraid.
Track Name: Under a Dying Sun
Under A Dying Sun (R.Rusch)

Well nothing satisfies and all this death is nothing. With spirits so thick in here, I can barely breathe. You can burn it all now, just to burn the evidence, and you can sift the ashes but you won't find peace.

Earth trapped here left to rust. Under a dying sun that dies just for us.

The distance is time. We follow an invisible star, til fear floods this place, our minds holding us where we are. What we know dilutes, washes away, til there's nothing to tell. Left disintegrated, fading, victims of ourselves.

Earth trapped here left to rust. Under a dying sun that dies just for us.

In relief, in final thrall, burning shadows into the wall.

We're seeking visions, we risk annihilation. Spit shine a globe of glass and hold it to the sky, to magnify the slivered light.
The distance is time, we're covered in dust, devoid of grace. A darkness descends in from the infinite covering dreams with lies to defend. Not one of us will leave this plane. No souls to ascend, noone else to blame.

Earth trapped here left to rust. Under a dying sun that dies just for us.
Track Name: Deliverance
Deliverance ( R. Rusch )

Out hunting for a soul, tonight, to drag into the cold and steal the life.
We want one of our own.

Death, eternal rest, I'm waiting. End this torment.
Nothingness and nothing less for deliverance.

With suddenness this hatred is exhumed.
Soulless, exposed, cut deep down to the truth.
The breath, the flesh, til nothing's left, consumed.
Tear out the hope, tear out the faith. I'll bleed it all from you.

Death, eternal rest, take me away. End this torment.
Nothingness and nothing less for deliverance.

Then in a mist your last warm breath escapes.
With greying eyes, the conveyance dies and life evaporates,
It will not stay, it does not satiate.
No transference just emptiness without escape.

Death,eternal rest, it's all fading. End this torment.
Nothingness and nothing less for deliverance.

We want one of our own.
Track Name: Our Own Hell
Our Own Hell (R.Rusch)

We were waist-deep in water, you spoke of death. Storms, gray, electric gathering overhead. I thought out the future, after our time had passed. A thousand screaming fates rushed by in red.

We've been banging our heads against the gates of death. Will we fall back? Will we fall in?

We lay broken on the rocks, you spoke of love. All torn flesh and broken bones, your mouth filling with blood. You spit it out and spoke of life. I gaze and gaze at you without my eyes.

We've been banging our heads against the gates of death. Will we fall back? Will we fall in?

We lay in our own hell, you spoke of hope. We were screaming, screaming, screaming, screaming, without our throats. Here in the depths of this cage we've made, mere ghosts of our former selves, we wait. We wait.

We've been banging our heads against the gates of death. Will we fall back? Will we fall in?
Track Name: To Chance
Tonight will we go too deep opening veins to chance? Will our breathing in and out, turn to dialog with the dead? With a light so bright, like knives in their eyes, why are we hiding out where the shadows lie? The facts will stay their concrete gaze, disguised as fate, to bar escape.

We are gods. Let us scream, as gods scream, stories of deaths of kings. We are gods. Let us scream, as gods scream, stories of the deaths of kings.
Track Name: Start At The End
Start At The End (R.Rusch)

At the deafening center of what faith conceals, we are, while silence hangs in the wings. Like freedom laughs while the captive kneels, praying, praying.

So we wait, oh how we wait, though there's no time for this. Just tell me it's only time, that's all it is.

Stop retreating and hiding under loss, just don't forget their names. Compass out, sun and north star lost, and this is the game.

So we wait, oh how we wait, though there's no time for this. Just tell me it's only time, that's all it is.

Cause today the sky's limits have changed. Vultures will fly yesterday, across horizons that I saw tomorrow, around the sun, and whatever future will burn.

So we wait, tell me why we wait, there is no time for this. Don't tell me it's only time, that's all it is. Still we wait, tell me why we wait, there is no time for this. Don't tell me it's only time, that's all it is.

You know it's not too late. You know it's not too late, though it feels over and it's not the same.