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Hundred Dollar Man and Other Songs

by Marc Montanchez

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1.
The Last Train Passed A back road howl rebounds and fades and / a shoe rolls on the track A diner queen unwinds with mistys / the ‘open’ sign’s turned back What’s to be seen on this dimed hour? / The shifts wound to the last It’s too dark to meet a morning / and the last train passed The last wisp of steam dries out and / old Paint gives up the ghost Every time she quits she starts again / whistling Whipping Post The engineers last opinion / inspired by smoked and flask He pays no mind to vacant stations / So her last train passed All sounds have faded call for more Work on the silence, lock the door All latest fashions made to wait No crime delighted, set to go They said presidents don’t lie Well then what stained her uniform? In Dallas’ wake they called her wise A traffic light a mile away still flashing / the moments not yet met She now admits her disposition / first time she lost a bet Why roll the dice when pockets follow / and you used up your good cards? No-one to blame until tomorrow / cause the last train passed When her favourite name’s locked in her car She knows her prospects won’t go far All coasting rides on credit card dreams So she relaxes, takes in a scene.
2.
Catbird 03:53
Catbird Please tell the whistler in the catbird seat / Keep out of sight and cover up your feet. Make sure this message arrives on time / Hardship’s afoot and we don’t believe in signs I’ve seen the grifters taking notes at her address Where they’ve been all that’s there now is a mess So, plant some flowers in the crater they left For the general health of your head / Make sure the catbird’s fed For all the tough boys who remembered to care / Break out the milk jug she keeps under the stairs & While she sleeps undertake one last trip / Bring back the silken pearls and silver-eyed fish I’ve seen the uniforms drooling on her steps Where they’ve been, all that’s there now is regret Rip off their helmets and let loose some revenge For the general health of your head / Make sure the catbird’s fed While Rome is burning we sit up and contemplate / How dominos fall & roll up our fate If she is home when we call with our appeal / What’s all this trouble now? I hope she takes the deal I’ve seen the prophets waving placards at her bricks Where they’ve been all that’s left is cons and tricks Lift up our skirts and see how fast they split For the general health of your head / Make sure the catbird’s fed Our final dispatch for the telegraph man / Send it down the wire as fast as you can Promised salvation might seem hard to calculate / But we have faith in her indifference and grace I’ve seen the salesmen rattling cups in her wake Where they’ve been all that’s left is rusted waste So stamp their neckties with the red mark of Cain For the general health of your head / Make sure the catbird’s fed
3.
Soar 03:50
Soar I’m going through some goings on, Bottles empty hands are worn A little light to keep us wise; candle smoking no more shine I’m shuffling cards for solitaire, rolled some dice, no one cared I passed the queen of hearts downtown; I swear she winked and made a sound Some angel in a dirty coat, he hangs around hawking hope He holds 3 fingers up to deal; picks my pocket makes a steal I hunt for dreams to pin on, just a sound away All I find are old train tokens, and a map faded to grey. I count the saints that I can count on, recite a prayer- they’ll decide on Seems that ship already sailed and took the fairy from this tale She comes to me in flying colours, I’m on the ground- can’t even hover I’ll try to hitch that ruby wing, if I lift off I might sing. Up in Alberta, they burnt up all their gold Used it for powder kicks - and mortgages to go Left me beside a train with a copper in his hat Shook all the bullets out, caressing this and that I try to pay for love to the fairy in her cups It’s free you know she says, and hands me back my luck
4.
Hundred Dollar Man He dreams by daylight, gets his fresh meat with a lure He’s got disciples, all set to testify his truth He bought their virtue, signed, sealed and sold So it’s told, so it’s told. Master of ceremonies, he flashes winks to widowed ruins One hand makes peace signs, the other stashes all the coins Dance amigo, let’s make a deal Keep it real, keep them reeled. Head of the table, takes his drinks from either side Recites some glories, best bravado nationwide He runs on vapours, accepts your favours Near and far, near and far He’s shuffling the deck seats, his ledgers drown in white hot debts A new day a new name, one hundred dollar man forgets What’s your pleasure? Red, white or numb? All for one? All for one. Lounged and tube-fed, tranquilized by night-shift hosts Hung up on numbers, counts the hours to his ghost The last confession, no one listens. Signed and sealed, signed and sealed.

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Written, played and recorded by Marc Montanchez
Viola and Cello on Last Train Passed by Brenton & Jacqui Edgecombe at String Fever Studio
Backing vocals by Patricia Thornley
Drone guitar and effects on Hundred Dollar Man by Eben Hicks

Realized at Sweet Orange Sound, Port Medway, Nova Scotia
Produced by Marc Montanchez, assisted by Patricia Thornley and Pablo Bérubé-Montanchez

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released March 26, 2023

These four songs were made in the midst of various house mending exploits. I've come to realize that the thematic link here is an underlying disquiet at how capitalism pervasively rewards the corruption of both truth and the notion of 'do unto others'. Maybe there's optimism gently echoing here and there.

The Last Train Passed was written in a quest for the magic melody as laid down by masters such as Bacharach and Webb. The mood of the music prompted the story of a woman travelling far to scrape a life from low-wage service work in the incongruous mire of the American Dream.

Catbird's words and music appeared as a mnemonic to protect and cherish the soul that nourishes us unconditionally.

Soar originally came about as a challenge to make something new out of the old descending chord trick. Then it became an articulation of hope as a cure for solitude.

Hundred Dollar Man came as an idea before it became a song. It's the story of the Universal Trickster gone over to the bad side, and how ultimately he is his own victim. Justice, or Nature, prevails. Thanks to Eben Hicks for additional sonic mood enhancement on this one.

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