
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
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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?
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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