Disposable Soul
by Paul Mark & The Van Dorens
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1. |
Grow Old
04:14
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(Words/music by P. Mark)
The world is your playground
You like to grab every toy that you can
When we’re arm in arm down the boulevard
You can’t quit looking at other men
The very thing that keeps you young
Is making me grow old
You sleep late every morning
Saying work’ll just have to wait
You stumble in way past midnight
Saying too much sleep might wrinkle your face
The very thing that keeps you young
Is making me grow old
You spend all my hard-earned money
You say, that’s what money’s for
You wrecked my brand new automobile
You said, easy come easy go
The very thing that keeps you young
Is making me grow old
That trainer’s got you jumpin’
Down at the gym every day of the week
It’s plain to see from your wobbling knees
You stretch more for him than you do for me
The very thing that keeps you young
Is making me grow old
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Drinking On the Job
04:58
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(Words/music by P.Mark)
I never did much like working
But listen here, I got the magic touch
Every six weeks a promotion
A fat raise every six month
How do I do it?
I’m working so hard
What is my secret?
Drinking on the job
I don’t need to worry ‘bout meetings
Telephones or capital gains
I hired Jim Beam as a consultant
And Jack Daniels as my right-hand man
I used to be a clock-watching go-fer
A bean-counting bundle of nerves
Now all that’s changed, I’m a deal-making man
And everybody calls me sir
How did I do it?
Working so hard
Business is booming
Drinking on the job
I don’t need to worry ‘bout meetings
Telephones or capital gains
I hired Jim Beam as a consultant
And Jack Daniels as my right-hand man
I used to be a power broker
A high-flying CEO
But now they’ve pushed my desk into the mail room
But I feel so much more at home
Why did they do it?
I been working so hard
I found my true calling
Drinking on the job
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Tidal Wave
02:34
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Prison of One
02:18
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(Words/music by P.Mark)
From the album IndigoVertigo
Prison break, going over the wall tonight
Prison break, going over the wall tonight
Gonna hit the ground running
Blast on through to the other side
Prison break, tunneling out to the railroad tracks
Prison break, tunneling out to the railroad tracks
Gonna take my chances running
No second thoughts, no looking back
Prison break, getaway train just round the bend
Prison break, getaway train just round the bend
Gonna climb up on the mail car
Won’t be back this way again
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(Words/music by P.Mark)
Who’s job is it
To save this city’s soul?
I’d do it myself but they say son, do as your told
In a wrecking ball world a man’s no more than a stone
They’re putting up tombs and expecting us to call them home
Is it the times we live in
Or are people to blame
I seen it all swallowed in a city of flames
Whatever happened to Memphis
Who’s job is it
To keep the king’s name safe?
There’s much more to it than museums and holidays
Step right up, before the fumes get too strong
They remember the voice but no one remembers the song
I thought I heard freedom ring
Down on Highway 61
But something went wrong
The sound of a gun
Whatever happened to Memphis
Who’s gonna stand up
And break this city’s hold?
I’d do it myself but my feet have gone stone cold
Whether it’s marching on Main Street
Or laying down a song
There’s a way to do it right
And a way to do it wrong
Whatever happened to Memphis?
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Somekind of Something
03:26
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(Words/music by P.Mark)
From the album Disposable Soul
Somekind of something
It’s in the way that you smile
The way you talk talk talk
And don’t say nothing at all
I’m sure about one thing
It keeps me bothered at night
Somekind of something’s
Working just right
Somekind of something
It’s in the way that you walk
Looks like you travelled round the world
But you been no place at all
I’m sure about one thing
It keeps me bothered at night
Somekind of something’s
Working just right
Somekind of something
The way you wave your little hand
You got me fumbling with my words
Trying to get you too stay
I’m sure about one thing
It keeps me bothered at night
Somekind of something’s
Working just right
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Believing the Truth
04:51
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(Words/music by P.Mark)
I was a fool to believe
What the man on the TV was telling me
And I was crazy to take heed
When he newspaper said what would be
But I must’ve been completely out of my mind
To believe that woman
When she said
You’re the only one for me
Now the newspapers, I don’t read a word
And I set the TV right out on the curb
And I walked out of that woman’s life
For the very last time
You may say I stepped too far
But how long can you live in the dark
Today I start believing the truth
Take away a man’s eyes
And the colors won’t disappear
Take away a man’s ears
And the bells will still ring clear
But if you take away the one thing
The one thing that lets him believe
It’ll bring him right down to his knees
All that talking on the streets
That’s got nothing to do with me
What people say will never match what they do
I’ve made up my mind
Can’t lead my whole life blind
Today I start believing the truth
Now if I had a chance
To walk through this life again
If I had a chance to win back all I was destined to lose
Somehow it would all turn out the same
How much could I really change?
Today I start believing the truth
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This Haunted Life
03:57
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(Words/music by P.Mark)
Tilted mirrors line a crooked hall
Off the blue room where she prays
Reflections in a world gone wrong
Lead me on and block my way
Each day is a fight
In this haunted life
From a king to a pawn
Now a storm has clouded my reign
And my window’s streaked with pain
Ambition is a twisted word
When it’s whispered in a prayer
Mixed messages spill from the cup
She extends but will not share
There’s no end to the night
In this haunted life
From a king to a pawn
Now a storm has clouded my reign
A my window’s streaked with pain
A life’s gamble should be built on trust
Like the bet I made on you
In the end my debt is alone
In a world I built for two
What’s wrong is right
In this haunted life
From a king to a pawn
Now a storm has clouded my reign
And my window’s streaked with pain
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Deanna I Do
03:30
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(Words/music by P.Mark)
Deanna I do
I think the world of you
I got a girl back home
She would cry if she knew
Deanna I tried
To tell the truth but I lied
Come on let’s dance
And blame it on the night
I never thought another girl
Could go and agitate my world
The way you do
Then tonight you sat beside me
And with one little smile I knew
But there’s a whistle in my mind
Blowing each and every time
I dance with you
Under the dance hall lights
The prospects are bright for a fool
Deanna I do
I think the world of you
I got a girl back home
She would cry if she knew
Deanna I tried
To tell the truth but I lied
I’m gonna head back home
And blame it on the night
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Hard-Hitting Journalism
03:30
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(Words/music by P.Mark)
Today they gave the man who wrecked my life
A Pulitzer prize
They said he found the truth
But it was a lie
Now there’s cameras pointed at my house
My shades, they’re all drawn
Hard-hitting journalism
Sure is hitting me hard
Now my kids are starting fights in school
And the maid gave notice today
They asked my wife for her best smile
When she packed up and drove away
My agent says sometimes bad press
Is a ticket to the top
Hard-hitting journalism
Sure is hitting me hard
I always made a point to check myself
And burn no bridges down
But now it seems like every friend I call
Is either tied up or out of town
You know it’s a crime when one man’s rise
Is built on another’s fall
Hard-hitting journalism
Sure is hitting me hard
That lady with a thousand questions
In a satellite dish-top van
She said she’d set the records straight
And I just had to laugh
I’m gonna hole up and write each day till I die
So when I’m gone they know
Hard-hitting journalism
Sure is hitting me hard
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11. |
Walk Into the Fire
03:12
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(Words/music by P.Mark)
You can’t follow the seasons
Without taking a fall
You can’t follow the masses
Without stopping at the mall
You can’t follow fashion
Without losing your style
But you can follow my footprints when I walk into the fire
You can’t follow the music
Without missing the song
You can’t follow directions
Without getting it wrong
You can follow the story
Without reading between the lines
But you can follow my footprints when I walk into the fire
Listen…to the wind
What’s the difference
Between the straight-and-narrow and a sin
You can’t follow the stars
Without sleeping through the day
You can’t follow leaders
Without losing your own way
You can’t follow the sun
Without blinding your eyes
But you can follow my footprints when I walk into the fire
You can’t follow history
Without reading the news
You can’t follow your dreams
Without paying your dues
You can’t follow you fate
Without planning to die
But you can follow my footprints when I walk into the fire
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Credit Line
04:13
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(Word/music by P.Mark)
In the days of my youth
They never told me the truth
About the wealth you can wield with a pen
I had it stuck in my head
That without and bread
Life was zero on a scale of ten
They told me money don’t matter, son
With a smile and good manners
You can write your ticket to the top floor
But learned real fast
that without any cash
You’d be lucky to get past the front door
Then one day it came
I was out in the rain
Waiting for the mailman to show
The unemployment check was due
It was all I could do
To get through the next week or two
Instead he brought me a letter
With a plan that was better
Than any bookkeeping I learned in school
It said your luck has changed, our computer got your name
Sign here boy you’re pre-approved
I got me a credit line
Just put my name on the dotted line
Now if I like it, I buy it
The price don’t make no difference to me
I got me a credit line
No more living on the poverty line
It’s the new law of the land
I’m eating from the hand of corporate generosity
At first it was hard
Going out with that card
My hands twitching with purchasing power
A new TV, a CD spinner, new clothes and then some dinner
I was maxed out in a couple of hours
Now I bet you’re thinking that I must’ve been drinking
To have spent without a cent to my name
But I’m ahead of the game
I knew that times had changed
That goodwill was there for all to claim
I got me an American Express
A Diners Club, a Visa
A Discover and a MasterCard
And with the cash advance there’s really no chance
That monthly payments’ll catch me off guard
Now the secret to winning without stealing or sinning
Is in scoring every card that you can
At every bank downtown
There’s credit to be found
By any fool with a pulse and a pen
Chorus
Well they told me life would be hard
But nobody ever told me ‘bout the wonders of a platinum card
Now even Uncle Sam
When he gets in a jam
Doesn’t worry about the money he owes
He just issues a bond and his troubles are gone
Into thin air, as far as I know
Now my friends are all saying
The way I smile when I paying
That I ought to run for office one day
And it’s true, no foolin’
They call me George Bush junior
‘Cuz my debts are left for others to pay
Chorus
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about
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"This New York-based trio delivers the goods...Mark's songs walk a fine line between irony and regret..."
- Commercial Appeal, Memphis TN
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"Cool and savvy, wit and jive, sex and bravado, cynicism and irony...nearly all the songs take an ironic turn...Humor winks from others..."
- High Point Enterprise, High Point NC
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What fantastic planet does this all come from?...
"Disposable Soul", the fourth CD from Paul Mark and his band of trash Americana savants, is a rollicking romp through a hayfield of musical styles and traditions, 12 terrific original tunes constituting a primer on roots rock mayhem. Co-produced with Terry Manning (George Thorogood, Fabulous Thunderbirds, Booker T and the MGs) and recorded at legendary Compass Point Studios in The Bahamas.
The band zigs and zags from swamp rock ("Whatever Happened to Memphis") to ice cool soul ("Prison of One") to surf ("Tidal Rave") to '60s garage rock ("This Haunted Life"). The collection includes the rollicking "Grow Old" and then kicks into the tongue-twisted Texas rocker "Somekinda Something", both staples of the band's live show.
And maybe best of all is "Hard-Hitting Journalism", a mid-tempo Bakersfield lament on the current state of mainstream media. It's among Mark's most taught and trenchant compositions, a sublime indictment of today's headline makers -- and authors.
Kim Wilson (from the Fabulous Thunderbirds) butts in on harp on the instant blues classic "Drinkin' On the Job"...Drinking is just one party activity that goes well with "Disposable Soul".
"This New York-based trio delivers the goods...Mark's songs walk a fine line between irony and regret..."
- Commercial Appeal, Memphis TN
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"Cool and savvy, wit and jive, sex and bravado, cynicism and irony...nearly all the songs take an ironic turn...Humor winks from others..."
- High Point Enterprise, High Point NC
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What fantastic planet does this all come from?...
"Disposable Soul", the fourth CD from Paul Mark and his band of trash Americana savants, is a rollicking romp through a hayfield of musical styles and traditions, 12 terrific original tunes constituting a primer on roots rock mayhem. Co-produced with Terry Manning (George Thorogood, Fabulous Thunderbirds, Booker T and the MGs) and recorded at legendary Compass Point Studios in The Bahamas.
The band zigs and zags from swamp rock ("Whatever Happened to Memphis") to ice cool soul ("Prison of One") to surf ("Tidal Rave") to '60s garage rock ("This Haunted Life"). The collection includes the rollicking "Grow Old" and then kicks into the tongue-twisted Texas rocker "Somekinda Something", both staples of the band's live show.
And maybe best of all is "Hard-Hitting Journalism", a mid-tempo Bakersfield lament on the current state of mainstream media. It's among Mark's most taught and trenchant compositions, a sublime indictment of today's headline makers -- and authors.
Kim Wilson (from the Fabulous Thunderbirds) butts in on harp on the instant blues classic "Drinkin' On the Job"...Drinking is just one party activity that goes well with "Disposable Soul".
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released June 1, 1997
Produced by Terry Manning and Paul Mark
Recorded at Compass Point Studios in the Bahamas.
Joe Costello - Drums
Alan J. Hager - Bass
Kim Wilson - Harmonica
Mark Hamza - Hammond organ
Chalmers & Rhodes - Background vocals
P.Mark - Vocals, guitar, piano
Produced by Terry Manning and Paul Mark
Recorded at Compass Point Studios in the Bahamas.
Joe Costello - Drums
Alan J. Hager - Bass
Kim Wilson - Harmonica
Mark Hamza - Hammond organ
Chalmers & Rhodes - Background vocals
P.Mark - Vocals, guitar, piano
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Paul Mark & The Van Dorens New York, New York
Triple-threat songwriter-musician-producer Paul Mark has been turning the heads of critics and barflies for decades. With a striking lyrical edge and an encyclopedic facility with American roots music, NYC-based Paul Mark has built a top-drawer original song catalog that tugs on the ears of the literary as well as the liquidated. Mark is principal owner of Radiation Records. ... more
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