IndigoVertigo

by Paul Mark & The Van Dorens

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    "Relentless, salacious roots music...The pulp poetic lyrics unfold as if a subtitled on a drive-in movie screen"
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1.
(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 © Last Warning Music. All Rights Reserved.
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(Words/music by Lennon/McCartney)
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Vertigo 05:02
(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 © Last Warning Music. All Rights Reserved.
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(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 © Last Warning Music. All Rights Reserved.
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(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 © Last Warning Music. All Rights Reserved.
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(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 © Last Warning Music. All Rights Reserved.
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(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 © Last Warning Music. All Rights Reserved.
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Pub Crawl 03:33
(Music by P.Mark)
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(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 © Last Warning Music. All Rights Reserved.
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Prison Break 03:00
(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 © Last Warning Music. All Rights Reserved.
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(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 © Last Warning Music. All Rights Reserved.
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(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 © Last Warning Music. All Rights Reserved.
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(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 © Last Warning Music. All Rights Reserved.

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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 principal owner of Radiation Records. ... more

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