IndigoVertigo

by Paul Mark & The Van Dorens

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"Modern blues for the new millennium...These guys have .44-caliber ammo..."
- BluesWax Magazine
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"On IndigoVertigo, careful attention to songwriting meets power-trio blues. New York's PM&VDs shy away from clichés and come up instead with compelling character studies and situational snapshots backed by contemporary, funky blues...Exciting vocals and big grooves...Mark puts a fresh stamp on roots music."
- Blues Revue Magazine
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Produced by Jeff Powell and Paul Mark and recorded in the swamps of Maurice LA, IndigoVertigo is a bayou-inspired rhythm fest from the twisted pen of PM! Check out da funk (Shakin' in My Head) and dip into the swamp (15 Minutes from Marie), a second-line show-stopper that would stand proud on the stage of any Mardi Gras barroom.

Who needs newspapers when you live in a Dead End Town? Impress your grad school girlfriend with She's Writing a Book. Or is it Real Fine Mind? And be sure to hear Pushing Papers, Counting Beans before you ask your boss for a raise. IndigoVertigo includes a cover of the Lennon/McCartney chestnut You Can't Do That ruffed up into an improbable Texas blues taunt.

IndigoVertigo combines the quirky appeal of Mark's lyrical vision with some of the "livest" sounding studio tracks you're ever likely to hear. With his trusty troup of raucous compatriots Mark has laid down a roots rock "band record" rich with humor, raw rhythm and staying power.

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released June 1, 2002

Produced by Jeff Powell and Paul Mark
Recorded at Dockside Studios, Maurice, Louisiana

James Strain - Bass
Joe Costello - Drums
Jeff Levine- Hammond organ
Susan Marshall, Jackie Johnson - Background vocals
P.Mark - Vocals,guitar

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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 also principal owner of Radiation Records. ... more

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Track Name: Shakin' In My Head
(Words/music by P.Mark)

I’m walking 1-2-3-4
Down to the corner store and back
Streets are knocking but I don’t answer
Eyes are tucked up under my hat
I’m steady on the outside
But I’m shakin in my head

Boss man’s waving his finger
Saying young man do this don’t do that
I must be high to do his jumping
He knows I know he don’t know jack
I’m nodding on the outside But I’m shakin in my head

Talking heads keep talking
Fingers pointing left and right
Faces smiling through disaster
But sleep with one eye open at night
The world nods of without me
When I’m shakin in my head

The world raves on without me
When I’m shakin in my head

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Track Name: You Can't Do That
(Words/music by Lennon/McCartney)
Track Name: Vertigo
(Words/music by P.Mark)

I got holes where there used to be pockets
I got debts the fed reserve couldn’t pay
This tilt-a-whirl living’s got my head spinning
In a red ink sunset bay
But the promise of a beautiful sunset’s
In the way it always disappears
Vertigo – spin cycle’s working on me
Vertigo – earth’s moving under my feet

I got time where there used to be distance
I got miles where there used to be days
There’s cash-and-carry image
Rage as religion
And fear where there used to be faith
But the power of a beautiful promise
Means the promise can never come true
Vertigo – spin cycle’s working on me
Vertigo – earth’s moving under my feet

I see smoke where there used to be shadows
I watch time tilting back on its heals
My mind is swirling like a little black marble
Round a worldwide roulette wheel
But the sink or swim spiral sensation
Means the dice never come to a stop
Vertigo – spin cycle’s working on me
Vertigo – earth’s moving under my feet

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Track Name: Dead End Town
(Words/music by P.Mark)

The sun is slowly setting
On this dead end town
The sun is slowly setting
On this dead end town
The rich keep getting richer
And the poor keep sinking on down

I used to ride the hiways
Now I stay behind closed doors
The streets I watch on TV
They can’t reach me anymore
The sun is slowly setting
On this dead end town
The rich keep getting richer
And the poor keep sinking on down

Shuffling in the hallway
A note beneath my door
They say this is the last time
But they always come back for more
The sun is slowly setting
On this dead end townThe rich keep getting richer
And the poor keep sinking on down

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Track Name: She's Writing a Book
(Words/music by P.Mark)

She keeps a notebook of true crime
But never says who’s to blame
A guided tour through the grapevine
Where all the names have been changed
You’re just a character study
Another promise she took
She’s writing a book

Her eyes are fired by a sales tick
Or a quotable blurb
You’re a recurring topic
On her promotional tour
The plot is thoroughly modern
Her facts read just like the truth
She’s writing a book

Your spirit lives on
In writing that’s wrong

A working woman of letters
She only writes what she knows
Agents quote her advances
Professors vie for her notes
Cries for a sequel rise up from
The little world that she shook
She’s writing a book

Your spirit lives on
In writing that’s wrong

Her jacket photo’s been airbrushed
Don’t take her bio as fact
You’re just a stone that she stepped on
Along the kiss-and-tell fast track
Another heartbreak she fed on
A flame to juice her reviews
She’s writing a book

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Track Name: 15 Minutes From Marie
(Words/music by P.Mark)

Well it’s half-past the workday
Quarter to a hot summer night
Driving south to stretch my payday
Taking what’s left and making it right
I’m 10 miles from New Orleans
And 15 minutes from Marie

My radiator’s percolating
Piston rhythm’s firing away
I got that jittering in my system
Like a groom on his wedding day
I’m 10 miles from New Orleans
And 15 minutes from Marie

I’m 10 miles from New Orleans
Speeding to my Creole date
9-8-7 hours since I tapped the brakes
6-5-4 across the state in record time
3-2-1 the checkered flag’s the city line
Louisiana hayride just ain’t fast enough for me
I’m 10 miles from New Orleans
And 15 minutes from Marie

I burned it up through Natchez
But I shut her down through Baton Rouge
Up there the cops will smile and treat you
To a bunk in the calaboose
I’m 10 miles from New Orleans
And 15 minutes from Marie

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Track Name: Roll the Stone
(Words/music by P.Mark)

Roll the dice
Spin the wheel
Brand new boss
Same old deal
Roll the stone
Up the hill
Do it again

Vote ‘em in
Vote ‘em out
Build them up
They let you down
Roll the stone
Up the hill
Do it again

Sit them down
Draw up a plan
Hit the wall
Throw up your hands
Roll the stone
Up the hill
Do it again

Curse the dark
Light the fuse
The day you win
Is the day you lose
Roll the stone
Up the hill
Do it again

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Track Name: Pub Crawl
(Music by P.Mark)
Track Name: Drive Me Home
(Words/music by P.Mark)

The weight of the world is my companion tonight
Looking for a lift and you’re traveling light
Won’t you drive me home
Won’t you drive me home
I can see you’re fine, but I’m too blind to drive
Honey won’t you drive me home

86’d at the bar and 20 miles from home
I’ll be your man, you be my chaperone
Won’t you drive me home
Won’t you drive me home
I can see you’re fine, but I’m too blind to drive
Honey won’t you drive me home

I know the way and honey you’ve got the means
There’s a place up the road stays open till three
Won’t you drive me home
Won’t you drive me home
I can see you’re fine, but I’m too blind to drive
Honey won’t you drive me home

Red lights on my tail and my mind’s on the blink
Mr. officer, I’m not as thunk as you drink
Won’t you drive me home
Won’t you drive me home
Skip the DWI, let’s just let it slide
Come on, just drive me home

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Track Name: Prison Break
(Words/music by P.Mark)

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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Track Name: Pushing Papers, Counting Beans
(Words/music by P.Mark)

You say you want it today?
The line forms over there
There ain’t enough salt in the ocean
For me to begin to care
My day is chock full of nothing
A busy schedule to keep
Pushing papers and counting beans

You got an order from who?
That name’s a mystery to me
The wheels of progress move downhill
When my palm is greased
You want a taste of the fruit?
You gotta water the tree
Pushing papers and counting beans

You say you got a hard deadline?
I suggest you find a plan B
I’m doing the work of two people
And finding excuses for three
You want to talk to my manager?
His lunch break lasts till three
Pushing papers and counting beans

The clock on the wall is my captain
Victory is a five o’clock retreat
My contract says that your problem
Is grounds for a flying leap
I’m working double time at half speed
The wages of sin are green
Pushing papers and counting beans

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Track Name: Real Fine Mind
(Words/music by P.Mark)

She shows up with no invitation
Snapping gum and whistling a tune
She interrupts the conversation
To talk about the price of her shoes
No class, no class
My woman’s got no class
But I love her anyway
She’s got a real fine mind

She laughs walking into a funeral
She likes poking fun at the poor
She chews with her mouth wide open
Sips champagne through a straw
No class, no class
My woman’s got no class
But I love her anyway
She’s got a real fine mind

She pulls at her hair in the theater
Always knows the wrong time to clap
She’ll talk, talk, talk through the movie
Then complain about the guy two rows back
No class, no class
My woman’s got no class
But I love her anyway
She’s got a real fine mind

She’s got a lawn jockey in her garden
She’s got shelves full of books she ain’t read
She claims that her work is so important
Then she spends the afternoon in bed
No class, no class
My woman’s got no class
But I love her anyway
She’s got a real fine mind

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Track Name: Monkey In the Box
(P.Mark)
From the album IndigoVertigo

All around the world people giving me advice
If I heard it once I heard it more than twice
Keep the monkey in the box
Keep the monkey in the box
Keep the monkey in the box
No use for monkeying around

Jumping on the sidelines trying to get into the game
The coach yells, sit down son, today ain’t your day
Keep the monkey in the box
Keep the monkey in the box
Keep the monkey in the box
No use for monkeying around

Woman in a red dress walks into the church
The preacher in the pulpit starts to fumble with his words
Keep the monkey in the box
Keep the monkey in the box
Keep the monkey in the box
No use for monkeying around

Private in the trenches, got the foe within his sights
The sergeant barks, he’ one of ours, son, hold your fire
Keep the monkey in the box
Keep the monkey in the box
Keep the monkey in the box
No use for monkeying around

The snap is down, the kick is up, the crowd holds their breath
The wind shifts right, the ref calls “wide left”
Keep the monkey in the box
Keep the monkey in the box
Keep the monkey in the box
No use for monkeying around

Jack and Jill when up the hill to see what’s in the well
Momma heard about it – man, you shoulda heard her yell
Keep the monkey in the box
Keep the monkey in the box
Keep the monkey in the box
No use for monkeying around

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