Monoliths

“An unholy joining of western psychedelia and dirty desert blues.”

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MONOLITHS is an epic 93-minute psychedelic journey that took 1.5 years to complete.

Each song paints a vivid sonic landscape. Close fans and critics describe it as an audio movie and call the finale track, Trenches, “a true rock opera”.

Lyrics

  • Back at it again, a quarter to ten

    I’m as safe as a hen in the lion’s den

    You taught me how to put the mind at ease

    We were so sophisticated hypnotized in Dali’s

                                                                                        ..Oh me and Dali

    Impressionable daze and dank surreal nights

    A toddy for the terrors and a bloody for the bite

                                                         Bloody for the bite

    I remember Bruxelles fondly under a spell of slow depressants

    A dripping wet aberration of blurring adolescence

    This is what I’ve come to do

    I know it don’t look good to you

    I’ve got me one sharp booze tooth

    My memories forget me, dead leaves in a purse

    If the devil did pursue me, two coins I’d be worth

    A nickel to pay my tab and a penny for a wish

    Ain’t got no god to pray to, let me tell ya it’s a bitch

    Swimming in the drink when the clouds turn pink

    They seem to like me better when I’m hell bent for leather

    Showtime in an hour time to devour the belief

    That I’m sowing early seeds for lifelong grief

    This is what I’ve come to do

    I know it don’t look good to you

    I’ve got me one sharp booze tooth

    Woke up feeling funky from a gummy

    In the biggest little city and the room was gettin’ dizzy

    Scotch in hand, tryin’ a warm the guts

    I blamed it on the weather but I’m just a diving duck

    Look, I’ve been singing, ain’t sleeping for a week straight

    The gig was down the street I passed out on stage

    A little shook from all this deja vu

    I don’t want to die but It’s almost like they pay me to

    I turned around to find the coke man in the back

    Got twisted up in red threads and eyelash

    It ain’t my fault we’re all preparing for the drought

    I felt this one coming, another blackout

    When I came to the band was in the rearview

    Floating high above the desert warped like a corkscrew

    I tried to tell her it was hard to find my breath

    I’m looking for true love and a swift death

    Tiptoed through the doors of a bungalow

    Edge of dawn the peaks just hit alpenglow

    I’m feeling faint seeing stars at twilight

    Were these pearly gates or just the spotlight?

  • I was too dumb to know which way the moon made you roll

    And though we've only just met I swear you’d kill me if given the chance

    But when I saw what we’ve done, my skin stretched tight as a drum

    And I made for your waves and once they crashed on my knees

    I knew I’d rather be washed away than part of the disease

    Deep in the Blue there was a big boy named 52

    There wasn’t much a whale like him could do

    (Calling out) To an endless sea of deaf ears and foreign mouths

    (Mile after mile) From the Arctic sea to the inlet of the Nile

    (Year after year) From the single engine to the power of one man’s nuclear

    (Singing his song) A hauntingly beautiful tune that wails to belong

    (What's that smell?) They’re pumpin’ blood from my bed up through a well

    (Is this what I see?) A darkness is loomin’ comin’ up to swallow me

    (What's that taste?) I’d trade a plastic dinner to be tangled up in lace

    (I keep seeing these signs) And I fear we’re running, we’re running up outta time

    (I want to sound what I’ve seen) But I can’t seem to get through on this frequency

    (How do I warn) These billions of creatures that starve or feed by the sun

    (I hope that it’s true) The top of the food chain is smart enough to rescue you

    (Hey Mister Blue) That’s something me got in common with you

    (There's a place that I go) Where I pretend you and I can float

    (Up to the stars) Above pollution and all them filthy cars

    (You and me) Will swim through eternal space endlessly

    (And we'll want) Nothing with our hands only with our hearts

    (And we'll want) Nothing with our hands only with our hearts

    (And we'll want) Nothing with our hands only with our hearts

    (And we'll want) Nothing with our hands

  • You were born in a Tennessee storm

    You were spun out your home

    Like loose boots you came untied

    Mother holds three aces for a very short while

    She laid them down in the back of your mind

    What a gamble was your life

    You were born in a Tennessee storm

    Father went out west to make his own

    When you called in search of love

    He said keep your chin up high and your eyes dry

    You fell back on a broken crutch

    No one there to catch you honey when you bluffed

    Where was I when you fell down dead?

    Brothers left for lovers to fill their beds

    2,000 miles west of the Mississipp

    Your words they linger just shy your lips

    So young mothers love your child

    For he may go the way of the wild

    And young fathers call your sons

    After all, how the west you’ve won

    And young brothers stick real close

    For what you’ve got to lose, it matters most

  • Pa is a dyin’ from the penniless mines

    Ma she keeps a lion to ease our penniless minds

    West Virginia ohhh, we bled you dry

    I stake down a real heavy sign

    Gone to Texas on a fast dime

    With a hot iron and a keen eye

    Well it's no man’s land when I arrive

    And with a pistol in my belt, I take mine

    Ridin’ west of the 98

    18 men, 2000 head for the staked plains

    And they’re droppin’ like flies on the drive

    12,000 gold awaits in Colorado skies

    Because a man gets his hands on the trail

    Ride home

    Ride home

    Ride home

    Ride home

  • Red

    (Backup lyrics to be sung in blue)

    Draped in red, on the stage I caught you dancing

    Like a storm you blew my leaves

    Her waist winds like a willow tree

    Draped in red, on the stage I caught ya dancing

    Like a storm, yeah you blew my leaves

    Her waist winds like a willow tree

    Ringin’ her bell, I swear I hear morse code

    Readin’ don’t let me go, see the story unfold

    In a gust of allure, let the wind blow down your doors

    I’ve got to rest my wings, to your nest I’ve been a wanderin’

    Look at me girl, it's your eyes that do the talking

    I can’t stand all this treadin’ lightly, I just want your body by me

    Watchin’ the moon rollin’ through the clouds

    She hardly opened her mouth, yeah but her words were so loud

    I said, “say it to me easy babe, I don’t want to miss a letter

    Tumblin’ all over my skin, tell me where do I begin?”

    The curtains are torn from the ebb of her breath

    Illuminates the sweat off her shimmering breast

    Lost in the maze of a delicate smile

    I’d proudly rove these turns mile after mile

    Lie in my gem garden

    Though I am dark carbon

    I’m sorry my dear for being unclear at great cost

    But the road that I’m on is filled with incredible loss

  • Approaching monoliths, an endless labyrinth of violent twists

    I might admit it’s better not to fight but to submit

    Sick seeds timber dark trees

    I beat them down with two bloodied fists

    Leave a trail of crippled cliffs, a mist of rock and wood chips

    Alone at night I hear you cry

    I ain’t gonna lie to you

    I only dream of you alive

    In the troughs of looming breakers, I’d rather crack than be a faker

    My hull takes water faster than bailing can uncover

    Rough seas ahead of me

    It’s hard to stay afloat while I still breathe

    The same air that she breathes, I mean can you believe she sleeps?

    If I could I’d haunt her dreams

    Curse her with paralysis

    Unleash my maliciousness all night

    Here lie petroglyphs, a crystal map to caves I must resist

    Into the earth, a tremor quaking beneath the surface

    The pressure is denser

    When sense is thrown right out the window

    I’m not sure but did you factor space and gravity?

    I think you were needed too

    Maybe on another plane

    Maybe in another time, they required your mind

  • I was a goner, straight from the start

    The day I was born was the day I became a Mark

    Freedom, they tell me Freedom it's what I’ve got

    While I’m cuffed to a hammer got chains in my heart

    Mercy, they’ve got no Mercy for us

    Be a good little boy don’t let our battery bust

    Deep in the slum I met a wide eyed bum

    He told me to fear what I’m supposed to hold dear

    The heat in your chest is a crimson breath

    Spread like wildfire sounds of lust and desire

    There’s a riddle in your mind that you must unwind

    The hand that you feed makes a soft brain bleed

    The pit in your gut from the legs that you’ve cut

    Down to a stump when the wicked say jump

    I’ve got the Freedom to be bought

    Freedom to be sold

    I ain’t got the Freedom to get high

    But I’ve got the Freedom to get low oh

    I’ve got the Freedom what for?

    Freedom go to war

    I’ve got the Freedom to die

    But I ain’t got the Freedom to ask why

    The change that you made came a little too late

    The stone come rolling back this is your fate

    Sisyphus was kissed with rips on his wrist

    Left to reminisce of the bliss that he missed

    The snake in the grass hissed a charming tune

    His teeth are moving fast his eyes did loom

    Heavy in his head like a bull seeing red

    How smooth what is said

    ‘Til his belly gets fed

    Freedom from need

    Freedom from gold

    Is the Freedom I seek

    A true Freedom to behold

  • In the morning with the sunrise

    My heart a raisin, the sweet grape dried

    When I open my eyes, I can’t say that I’m surprised

    When there wasn't even a trace of you by my side

    I’m piecing together the state of the weather

    From the rain, the hail, the fire that we done spewed

    I pull up my boots, I find coffee for my cup

    But when I put it to my lips I don’t even recognize this mug

    I’ve cried more than a tear over you

    ‘Cause you won’t let me cry where more are due

    Girl, you’ve never seen this shade of blue

    Oh but honey how can I expect you to?

    No, no, no, no

    Ain’t no clear way to mourn because the truth is I’m torn

    Between my father, my lover, my brother and my damn band

    The weight of my world, it dangles by a string

    The twine is unwinding

    There’s this guilt in my heart from which I’ll never depart

    And only time can tell if it’ll tear me apart

    I’ve cried more than a tear over you

    ‘Cause you won’t let me cry where more are due

    Girl, you’ve never seen this shade of blue

    Oh but honey how can I expect you to?

    I hope you never do

  • Death will find me soon, how long I cannot tell you

    The way it’s going it won’t be long

    The marrow chilled within my bones

    The sparrow now a loon, from outside my room

    Laughs death will find you soon, the woman she did pierce you

    A slow red leak drains from my chest

    My voice grows weak with regret

    Color me a fool, my girl was cruel

    My girl wide eyed, flushed lipped ‘neath the cherry tree

    Snake eyes sidewind, tongue-tied in the grass he lies

    Shift sides, so sly, she hides a knife between her thighs

    Snake strike, mid-flight, throat sliced, she speaks the words, “good night”

    My Girl traipse deep, bare feet, into the wood she creeps

    Chick’s chirp shut shy, mother hushed, “beware the feline”

    Claws climb pine’s rind, she feeds atop the tree line

    And prowls for foul, her jowls growl, “so long wise owl”

    From under the harbour I watched

    Her shape shift into true form on the dock

    Fragile thing was she bare just standing there

    I fell for her as dusk’s breath cooled the air

    Whispered, “my love I’ll protect you from harm”

    When she leapt in I caught her in my arms-  She was slick, after long she was lost by dawn

    Like a nautilus little miss listlessness

    Grew a shell round this feared abandonment

    Oh she slept beneath my heart’s coral reef

    How I held her with the power of Poseidon's grip

    But the cephalopod she remained unchanged

    Let the wicked tide wash her body away from mine

    Damn the Siren’s song who warned it won’t last long

    Until she was gone then she left me in her wake

    For her love I, I would comb the sea

    Ain’t no other, no other fish for me

  • What merciless torture it must have been

    To be warden over one’s own prison

    To exercise agonizing discipline

    You once asked me, “Is it more cowardly to stay,

    Is it more cowardly to go

    By my own hands

    While I still have control?”

    Upon thought of body, yours was strong

    You were the strongest man I’ve ever known

    Your strength only eclipsed by the wisdom you kept

    In a crystal church that stood in your skull

    Somewhere the disease could not reach

    Your mind:

    The Electric Cathedral

    When your vessel expired, you were set free

    And shooting from the top of your spires

    Was birthed a new energy

    A ceaseless stream of information

    A celestial tributary

    Vibrations forever emitting

    From an electric monastery

  • My dearest Sarah I must bid thee farewell

    For the badge of my courage must be forged in this hell

    The noblest of men are steeped in a brine

    An elixir of pride, gut and glory that transcend our time

    The only peace that we’ll share will be the blood in the air

    Raining down from our enemies defending the colors we wear

    This gun and our love I hold close and are mine

    And I’ll employ both in this great war to uphold the front line

    You love your country don’t you?

    The girls back home love no cowards!

    What you are now is a weapon!

    You my friend are an extension of the long arm of the law

    These people are not like you and me, they’re filthy

    You’re writing the pages of history!

    If you die, they’ll remember who..

    But if you make it through to the other side, they’ll fucking honor you!

    Johnny found a hole in the line

    Johnny seems to have lost his mind

    I was there at the Battle of the Somme

    Let me tell you Johnny ain’t the only one

    The reaper rides in thick clouds of gas

    Clasping and thrashing to end it fast

    Out in the mud there lie my friends

    I hear them call my name from no man’s land

    The rain come down, I could get some rest

    I whisper mother, I did my very damn best, my best, my best, my best

    If you find yourself wanderin’ when you travel by night

    When you’re trapped beneath the stars before mornings light

    Ask your god “how am I living right?”

    When you’re trudgin’ through trenches, when you pick up your gun

    Aim it high and feel your mind slipping through enemy lines

    Fear my son what you thought you might

    When the lights go out, do you cower?

    Do you fall to your knees? Are you devoured?

    You are losing power, power, power, power

    If  you find yourself howling at the mid-day sun

    You might be an animal, you might be on the run

    Now you’ll pay for all they’ve done

monoliths should not exist

Truth be told, the entire reason behind naming this monstrosity “MONOLITHS” lies in the fact that with every single step we took forward, we had to stop dead in our tracks, reassess our priorities and learn to walk again. Both personally and as a group, there were monolithic obstacles we desperately sought to survive. The loss of two close family members to terminal illness, a long time lover and (since the release of “Down to the Styx”) eight members were among these Monoliths.

The monumental scope of this sisphophisian undertaking (especially as an unsigned band) was dwarfed by our drive to capture the magnitude of these songs. And in no way are they conventional. Genre bending, time signature/tempo changes and non-pop oriented structures are all geared at story telling rather than the traditional verse/chorus template. Not to mention, most of the tracks weigh in around 6-8 minutes and the album finale, “Trenches” at 22.

Conceptually, we aimed at creating audio textures (“texshuz” as the band would call it) that pushed the listener past the threshold of their sanctuary and down our sonic rabbit hole. Less is more, song is king and story is paramount (These words written in block letters on the wall of our rehearsal studio). Silence and space were equally as important as the instrumentation and tone. Priding ourselves in the ability to provoke the question in the listener: “How the fuck did I get here?”, we intended to seamlessly transcend genres to whatever the song called for. If the narrative beckoned for a heavy metal ending, we’d go there- with bells on.

The lyrics for MONOLITHS were not easily written. This was a painfully introspective analysis of how I love, mourn and empathize. If you’d like to learn more about the meaning behind some of these lyrics I’ll be posting a journal entry along with the song lyrics here.

Over the course of the last 5 years, we’ve played countless shows across the western United States and Europe. This, along with a myriad of “enhanced” rehearsals and writing sessions was critical in developing each and every moment of the record. If there was only one word to describe this album from our perspective, it’d have to be: intentional. These songs which were written over the course of 7 years were part of a much larger batch that we trimmed down from 22 to 13 tracks.

There’s no way around it, Wes Johnson is the man. Engineering this album was no small feat especially with the outlandish requests made by yours truly on a daily basis. From recording guitar solos outside against a warehouse wall to micing the sound of planes as they flew overhead to managing over 300 tracks on “Trenches” alone to scrapping almost 100 hours of tracking because “it just doesn’t fit the vibe” to dealing with the oil spills that leaked out of our old-ass vehicles on his newly paved driveway to putting up with our temper tantrums, Wes was there with us every step of the way maintaining a cool head and saying “sure, we can do that” at every oddball request. A more patient man has yet to be born. And in his words to the next band recording at Archive Studio after we finished tracking MONOLITHS when asking to mimic the sound of a rattlesnake, “Well,” he said, “ if the Bluff Boys were here, they’d have hired an actual rattlesnake...” We love you dearly Wes.

To our fans: Immeasurable are the number of times we’ve been unequivocally humbled by you. From the bottom, top, port and starboard of our hearts we thank you for collectively acting as first mate and co-piloting this ship through stormy seas. We’re grateful for every drop of sweat, every worn out dancefloor, every psychedelic trip, every festival in the middle of nowhere, every closed down bar, every round of shots, every joint and every meal we’ve gotten to share with you. Trust me when I say, when we’re not with you in the physical form, we’re plotting how we can be again. Your support is the wind in our sail that propels us through the dark and foggy night. We’re beyond fortunate to have you on our team. You truly afford us with the ability to continue bringing our music into this fucked up and exquisite world. Your embrace both physically and audibly is what keeps us creating. Thank you for that.

A very special thank you: to the incredible musicians (and bassists ;) who played on this album and helped us see our vision through to fruition. Let’s just say we ended up hiring about half of Salt Lake City in search of the right players. However, upon finding these select few, you can bet your bottom dollar that we’ll be working with them on projects to come.

See album notes and guest musicians here.

Death is undeniable on this album, but through this “incredible loss”, these songs were birthed into the world. Our deepest desire is that this album touches others as it has us through creating it, even if it's only by the sheer release of raw emotion. I think we're all missing that in one form or another right about now.

-Kirk Dath

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