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3 Songs​.​.​.​and a Whole Lotta Trouble (Demos)

by Archer Monk

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1.
What is fiction? It’s hard to tell If it’s me who’s checking into this Dead Hotel I’m trying to move across these Great Plains It’s true I’ve got a little bit of weird in my veins There’s barely a soul out on these roads Skeleton truckers and empty loads Somewhere out there I hear a voice It’s the end of the world it’s the DJ’s choice I’m making a run in my car Guess I’m never gonna be a star Play a song that’ll take me home So I can lay with you before it all falls through Jesus saves but now he mainly spends Most of his time wondering What the hell went wrong down below Better call Buddha he might know Highway billboards they’re all the same He’s selling you a steak for some bloody fame The pendulum moves look how it swings We’ve got to get rid of this unfit king I’m making a run in my car Guess I’m never gonna be a star Play a song that’ll take me home So I can lay with you before it all falls through Now I’m rolling over these mountains tall Driving past burned out strip malls Nations come and nations go But nothing can kill the radio You know you can’t kill the radio I’m making a run in my car Guess I’m never gonna be a star Play a song that’ll take me home So I can lay with you before it all falls through
2.
I see you blew your cover You’ve got a tell tale heart that bleeds You’re singing in a strange key You’re really not so special Turns out the truth gets in the way I saw him on the street today Oooo I have to ask you why Why you dream in color and live in black and white Oooo it’s time to change your mind All the clouds are high above us Rivers flow below We’re only love and lies And nobody knows What to say It’s gonna be ok You could not see the trouble Until it crawled into your head It could’ve used the door instead Now you are seeing double Just try and guess which one is real They’ve got you in the middle Oooo it makes you want to cry When the fish are jumpin’ and the bees are buzzin’ by Oooo we should’ve been spies All the clouds are high above us Rivers flow below We’re only love and lies And nobody knows What to say It’s gonna be ok Let’s write this song together Cause never sometimes means the end When your bones are gettin brittle These times of deep confessions Sessions that catch you like the wind Blowin’ you home again Oooo I have to ask you why Why my dreams are pumpin’ and these sleeps are so divine Oooo we’re runnin’ out of time All the clouds are high above us Rivers flow below We’re only love and lies And nobody knows What to say It’s gonna be ok
3.
This may be a lie or one way to try To hide what I’m feeling or seek what is right Each time I turn I can see in your eyes That I am not there but you know I’m still by your side If I could bend time you know what I’d do I’d jump on a wave and ride it all the way to you Just to lay in the tall grass your head on my heart Forget all these troubles that keep on tearin’ us apart Oh let them go and feel the winds begin to blow Blow us all home I feel like I’m all alone on this train The stars they’re all tellin’ me that I’m just another name Rollin’ through towns that no longer sing Hear my song and watch me spread my wings I think that I’m right when I know I should be wrong To change this old world in the course of this song All I’ve got is this melody And a choir full of angels is backing up me Oh let them know and feel the winds begin to blow Blow us all home There's no way for me to tell you I’m here I know you can feel that I’m gettin’ real near The place where we were the place where we’ll be And all of these things can be cast into the sea Oh let them go and feel the winds begin to blow Blow us all home

about

The universe will remain unchanged. To a certain degree.

We’ve all been starring in our very own Quentin Quarantino movie these days and although we've been given the same script, it's mostly an improvisational performance. Some have been post apocalyptic nightmares while others, astonishingly, have been sleepers, even rom coms. So much is dependent upon where you live in this world; what country; what neighborhood; what mountain; what kind of shack; what kind of mansion not to mention what brand of stardust you're made of.

My version began in a spacious concrete loft, art studio/gallery from the 60’s, on an island on the Mississippi River in Minneapolis just under the giant, evocative and iconic neon "Grain Belt Beer" sign, the one that keeps on flashing and flickering its way through a killer virus, economic and environmental collapse and the rumblings of the pressure cooker of social unrest with all the ingredients of false prophets, racism, homophobia, unchecked capitalism, fear and absolute stupidity, all packed inside. It has let out some steam but hasn't truly exploded. Yet.

Anyway, the hammer came down hard and fast and I was locked down on my own, more or less, a couple day’s drive away from my lover, our cottage, my guitars and my piano on a wannabe mountain just over the Golden Gate Bridge. After my friend loaned me his old Tascam 008 digital recorder, a cheap mic, a Klos carbon fiber backpacker guitar and a cajon box drum, I began kicking around chords, throwing out ideas, writing words and recording ghosts. What came out the other side is the EP “3 Songs...and a Whole Lotta Trouble”. I've added some piano and a few parts here and there after finally making it home but they've mostly stayed true to their humble beginnings. They are somewhat topographic in nature but not completely. Trying to get our selves home is the major theme for us all in this bizarre movie script. Whether that means physically or metaphysically is up to the actor but I'm placing my chips on the metaphysical.

As the great Ram Dass said, “We’re all just walking each other home.”

all the best...Archer

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released June 27, 2020

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Archer Monk San Francisco, California

Archer Monk is singer songwriter T. Wold. He lives near San Francisco.

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