Dreamy/trippy guitar-based song about a road trip
Words and music by Val Jensen
Performed and produced by Mustard Hutto
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Trying to rec-create the surreal story-telling that I heard in Dylan's Blood on the Tracks and some of the Band's music, with a touch of Hotel California (in spirit anyway)
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How the West was Won (or Encounters with the Man with the Spray-on Tan)
Monkey’s in the driver’s seat
Baby she’s in back
My head is hanging out the window
In the middle of a heart attack
Monkey’s weaving down the highway
Speeding toward the western sun
Baby’s reading to us from a book
About how the west was won
Pull over Monkey stop the car I gotta get out
My head is spinning and my stomach churns
And I can hear the spirits shout
Man with a spray-on tan
Pulls his limo up behind
He says, “I can save your tired life
Even though you’re not my kind”
I said, “Whoa now man you don’t understand
I’m not buying what you sell
I’ve been doing fine most of the time
Before you crawled out of that well”
“You got no choice” said the voice it was hissing like a snake
Monkey hit the gas and my baby laughed
And we aimed that car for the Pacific lake
Oh Lord in Heaven why’d you put me on this road
With a monkey on my back and a darkness in his soul
He thinks they stole his money and they’re coming for his mind
And my baby now is telling him that it happens all the time
At a diner outside Needles we stopped to grab a bite
My baby had quinoa and coke and the Monkey picked a fight
Me I ordered catfish feeling homesick for the south
But they served it without the whiskers and it tasted more like trout
We drove on through that night singing bout the California dream
And when the dawn light hit the grizzly peak
We knew that this was meant to be
I can’t shake the picture of the man with the golden hair
Holding up the holy book with tear gas in the air
My baby thinks that the spirit moving him must be real
I think its way more likely it was just another deal
Monkey don’t care about it
He just wants to hit the beach
And find some time to pray alone before he has to preach
Some people come for Disneyland some people come for the gold
Some people come to get away from the thought of growing old
Me I came cause my baby dreamed one night of the Golden Gate
Turns out that the bridge is red but the view from the top is great
For those of you still listening out there and wondering what it means
I can say today its clear to me
It isn’t what it seems
But I was on that road and headed west with Monkey at the wheel
And I know that the man with the spray-on tan offered us a deal
But we left him in the desert underneath the burning sun
And in the end it finally felt like
How the wild West was Won
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