"I dunno much about Half Dug, they seem pretty D.I.Y., but I'm digging their sound. Kinda Seattle meets the Grateful Dead and Fugazi, if that conjures any images for you." - Berkeley Place

"If you go back to the late 80's and early 90's of the Minneapolis music scene, a handful of hardcore bands put out singles and were playing locally quite frequently. Half Dug reminds me of some of those bands. The vocals in Half Dug feature more singing then most of those bands back in the day but the lo-fi recording and this band still in the middle of their learning curve it comes pretty close." - Rift Magazine Editor's Blog

Nerve So many people pulling me and I'm spread so thin. So many people playing games that I cannot win, but I'll always try to give my all. I wish they'd do the same, and I'll always catch you when you fall, though it brings me pain. If I got the nerve I'd give them what they deserve, if only I was not afraid; afraid to look you in the eye, afraid to hear myself cry, afraid to be the bad guy. So many people using me; [I'm] too nice, I guess. So many people I can't please. Look at this mess. Everyone is pulling me apart. I should speak my mind, but where to start? They'll keep on pulling me, make no mistake. They'll keep on pulling me 'til my arms break. Retirement Home I feel so old, but I'm still young. Have I misplaced my sense of fun? I told myself so much that I would not lose touch. But I can feel it slip away, slipping further everyday. [I] don't want to waist my life and become a stereotype. I don't want to take the shape of something that I hate. I don't want to notice change by the time it's far too late. I look at you in your old age, somewhere near that final page, living off of pills and working 'til it kills. And I can see it in your eyes; you just came to realize your life is nothing like you wanted it to be. I don't want to take this shape. I don't want to make this change. Blanks and Spaces I'm right here. I'm nowhere near. I'm not afraid. I'm full of fear. I haven't slept in sixteen years. I'll never stop. I want to quit. I'm brilliant. I'm an idiot. I am just like you, but opposite. And sometimes what I say isn't what I mean, so just fill in the blanks and spaces in between. Often what you heard wasn't meant, wasting all my breath until my energy is spent. Seeing Through If I saw myself through your eyes I wonder what I'd see. If it were up to you to decide I wonder who I'd be. Sometimes I wish I could be in your mind. You make me out to be so cold and unkind. But what have I done? What can I do? All my words seem to change when they're spoken to you. If I saw through different eyes would I be deceived? Would it all look exactly the same? How am I perceived by you? I want a new point of view. But what do you see? Do you see right through? Why do I seem to change from the view point of you? So stop seeing through me. Whisper Word into My Ear Give me something new, a color that's not blue. Give me something I can always hold onto. Give me something quick, 'cause I could use a fix, a fix to lift me up, a fix of happiness. Whisper words into my ear, but only the words that I want to hear. Promise me everything will be OK. Give me something nice, a thing that will suffice, something that will work more than once or twice. Give me a new toy, one I won't destroy. Give me something more than temporary joy. Talking to Ourselves Sometimes I talk nonstop and never say a thing. Sometimes you hear me without ever really listening. Sometimes I ramble on and spill my guts to you. Sometimes you nod your head and smile. Sometimes I do that, too. Sometimes I wish I had someone to hear my fears. Sometimes I wish someone would open up their ears. We're only talking to ourselves. Blind I could never tell what's in your head when I lie here awake in bed. I could never tell what's on your mind. You always helped me stay so blind. Now you're not here, and I know why. I have a clue: you never tried. And I should have seen your careless stare. When you looked away, I was never there. I don't understand why this has to be so hard for me to choose and to lose. When I'm far away nothing seems to be meaningful or matter to me. To you this may be truer than true. You only know when it happens to you. I don't understand why this has to be so hard for me to change and to age. I could never tell what's in your head. Sometimes I wonder if you want me dead. I could never tell what's on your mind. You always helped me stay so blind. I don't understand why this has to be so hard for me to grow and to live. So Quiet It is so quiet. Awkward silences I've come to dread. Nothing gets resolved when nothing is said. Tell me if there's something I should know. I am of no help at all when you are always so quiet. Maybe if I learned to read your mind I could understand you half the time. Communication is the biggest key. Open up and let it out so we don't have to be so quiet. I'd rather yell than never say a thing. Speak your mind, what's the worse that it could bring? Tell me if there's something I should know. There's no benefit for always trying to keep it so quiet. Red Numbers Somewhere deep inside my mind I got lost and could not find which way in and which way out, how to whisper, how to shout. [I] analyze myself to see attempted self discovery wasn't what I'd hope it would be, only further confusing me. Somewhere in the clouds of sleep I got lost and could not keep all my thought provoking dreams, all the answers as it seems. In the darkness of my room numbers glowing red consume all my time and all my sleep, ever losing count of sheep. My Reflection I'm sitting in a room with doors surrounding me and I have every key. Nearby on the wall I see a ticking clock. It's counting 'til I walk. Walk through a door and choose a direction. I stare down my doubts and my own reflection. When I choose a door, will I be satisfied? Will I be locked inside? I know it could be worse. At least I have a choice and I still have a voice. My voice will raise and hush the ghosts that haunt. My voice will raise and tell me what I want. What do I want? I peek into a small keyhole. I see myself when I am old. I'm looking back at all I've done and looking at my reflection. April Raindrops falling on rooftops accent silence I think is killing me. Shadows grow and cover me, blurring everything I see, turning this sky black and gray. I'm watching my hope fade a way. My hands are so cold and wet now from this dreary day. I can't seem to get away from all this darkness and decay. Rain drenching my eyes and my face, eroding me, leaving no trace. Later In one million years, where will I be, stuck in a corner of eternity? In my next life, assuming I'll have one, will I know your name or where you came from? In the next world, will I be aware if you are close or even there? When I wake up in a brand new bed, will I have your memory saved inside my head? See you later, sweetheart. Soon we'll have to depart. See you later, sweetheart. Soon we'll have a new start. Remember my name, remember my face, remember my voice. Don't let time erase all of your hope, your memories. Don't erase the thought of you and me. Sad Ending I cannot see you in front of me, because the energy I face causes me to close my eyes and visualize your embrace. Your face is slipping by. I've imagined it a hundred times; singing rhymes that make me feel like you were here holding my hand, but this song won't make that real. Time I don't see you goes by. There are plenty of fish in the sea. I don't want to dive in yet. My feelings for you hold me back, so I'm stuck in a loveless debt. Other fish just swim on by.