In The Fertile Gardens of Freedom

by Daniel Payne

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Daniel Payne is certainly no stranger to the life of musical gypsyhood. His enterprising exploits of rambling and relentless touring stretch across the globe. 800 Mile Monday is his band and channel for his stories. Savage tales of betrayal, spurned lovers, and the everyday common low down losers, streetpeople and gutterfolk breathe life into the characters of his songs- all told with grim authority and impeccable realism. Yet the greater meaning of life transcends all the songs, as simple sums of their parts, and these power glimpses of salvation and hope, though juxtaposed by terror and death, do shine the brightest, clear and tangible in this music for all who wish to see it.

Music should stand on its own two feet without being qualified by self-righteous crusading and exhausting, pulpit-pounding spectacles on the part of its purveyors to the end that you are, supposedly, convinced of its authenticity. The sadness of life, grisly though it is, represents a profound truth which transcends all left-right illusions and shatters all of our silly, preconceived, divisive human notions. All this to say, we’re already dead and all is lost. There is truth, and then there is the prism through which one views truth.

Hundreds of nuclear and theoretical physicists working around the clock, tireless in their hours and steadfast in their mission and neglecting their families for many years have discovered, decisively, that the only way to eliminate the middle man and access your direct path to truth is by clicking the “Buy” link on our websites. We are 800 Mile Monday from Lubbock, TX. We have two albums so far and we had fun recording them and we think you’ll enjoy them both as much as we do! Cheers!
DP

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The True Legend of Clive O’Malley

The year was 1871. A cowboy named Clive O’Malley consumed the flesh of a small cactus to sustain himself on a South Texas trail following a successful cattle-thieving raid into siesta-torn Mexico. Soon, nightmarish visions of future wars and large-scale deforestation began to take hold. In oracle after oracle Clive warned of a blind and selfish people given to shameless, sick corporatism and savage disregard of life and land. Treasured riches would lactate with sulfur, the foul stench to singe its essence eternally into their souls. O’Malley’s ominous warnings and staunch assertions did not go unnoticed, especially by the local whores. Soon his chilling visions had garnered him a modest amount of celebrity status on both sides of the border. After his disappearance the Kickapoo Indian tribe even honored him with the name “Eagle Eyes” for his visionary prowess.

In July of that same year, without even collecting his wages, Clive spurred on his salty sorrel, Dr. Feelgood, out of cow camp and across to the south side of the river and rode off into the fading sunset, never to be heard from or seen again.

Townspeople around the Mexican city of Rio Bravo, however, have claimed since the early 1950′s to hear Dr. Feelgood’s defiant hoofbeats at night, pounding the sun-baked clay on the south bank where the river has since receded. To this day the local medicine men maintain that this paranormal presence is a resounding salute to the old pioneer spirit. An otherworldly protest to the exhaustion of both the land and the human spirit. One morning in July of 2006, the phrase “800 Mile Monday” was found newly scratched in the bedrock of the riverbed. Poor old Clive, what with his weary soul and all. We went and saw it for ourselves. I heard the hoofbeat. Haunting. Terrifying. Bone chilling. True story. With Clive’s permission, we found that to be an agreeable handle for our outfit. The songs we play are the real songs that Clive O’Malley sings to himself on those haunting late night rides along the old dried up banks of the river in the Rio Grande Valley.

Sincerely yours,

Daniel Payne

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released February 12, 2010

Produced by Daniel Payne and Bart Rose
Engineered and Mixed by Bart Rose at Fort Worth Sound
Mastered by Nolan Brett at Crystal Clear Sound

All songs written by Daniel Payne

Daniel Payne- vocals, electric, acoustic, and slide guitars

Eric Tull (the
unsung hero of the album forgotten in the liner credits)- Fiddle

Cody
Main- Vocals

Brett Walker- Vocals

Sammy Carr- Bass Guitar

Chris Stuart- Vocals

Roger Ray- Pedal Steel Guitar

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Daniel Payne Lubbock, Texas

Daniel Payne is a Countryblues / folk songwriter from the town of Lubbock, out in the west Texas high plains. His music is has traditional country and folk roots with an uncanny edge for compelling and original storytelling. In a word, it is unapologetically American. ... more

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Track Name: Better Days
There's gotta be somebody writin' songs for me
While I blister my hands workin' for the man
Five days a week
There's gotta be a better way to make some pay
Besides breakin' my hands and my legs and my neck
and my back all day

So now I'm shootin' empty bottles at a 4-way stop
They're all I got to show for the lies and games and
pain and heartache you brought
And I'll be shootin' blank stares at the TV screen
Cause the worst of you got the ever lovin very best
of me

I always thought today was gonna be my day
Was gonna be day
I always thought today...

Buddy OD'd in a bathroom stall
With his dying breath, muttered something bout being
a star
Then Judy stepped out in the cold black night
Stomped a cigarette out
Fired into those flashing lights...

I always thought today was gonna be my day
Was gonna be my day
I always though today...

Look back to better days
Look back to better days

Look back to better days
Look back to better days

When ya ever gonna change your mind?
When ya ever gonna wake up and check the time?
Do you really wanna spend your whole life
living on someone else's dime?
Track Name: Picture Show
I'm looking for a different color
I'm looking for my naked wife
She's making it in the movies
Sees the world in black and white

I'm looking for a brand new loveer
In color and stereo
I'll hide my own Easter eggs
Laugh at my own stupid jokes

And you can have a front row seat
To the picture show of your own life
While she's in the back seat with some other guy

I'm giving up on Ella
I'm finding her a desert home
I'll stop for smokes and coffee
On the South side of Calexico

And you can have a front row seat
To the picture show of your own life
While she's in the back seat with some other guy

They'll talk you up and bless you
Every day since your father left you
You'll hang your head in shame
At how short your greatest effort came

And you can have a front row seat
To the picture show of your own life
While she's in the back seat with some other guy

Welcome to the picture show of your own life...
Track Name: They Marched Us Off
I'd like to take a minute just a minute or two
I'd like to take a few minutes to talk to you about you
I got all the time in the world
Just talk to me, talk to me about you

I seen you cussin' the old folks
I seen you knockin' the flag down
You hate your mother and you hate your dad
You hate your freedom and you hate the fact that
you're sad
Well let me tell you something friend
Red water runs the deepest
Red water runs the deepest

Where I live there ain't a minute of peace
They burn the flag back home, wanna burn us in effigy
I been seein' them boys go down in the ground
While you were cryin' about your job
They marched us off

I'd give a million dollars just to wait in line
At the longest red light until the end of time
But the desert sun's callin' me, I got to go
Got to carry that cross today for everyone

It's not like I still don't disappoint you
In all the same ways, you're just used to it now
Don't think I think there ain't no better place for ya
A hundred million miles below

Where I live there ain't a minute of peace
They burn the flag back home, wanna burn us in effigy
I been seein' them boys go down in the ground
While you were cryin' about your job
They marched us off


No hell now sustain you now ever perplexing
And lawless many parasites, try to bring us down
Pathetic old rant, your right to say
Until I watched ya burn Glory
I watched ya burn Glory

Where I live there ain't a minute of peace
They burn the flag back home, wanna burn us in effigy
I been seein' them boys go down in the ground
While you were cryin' about your job
They marched us off

Lord, While you were cryin' about your job
They marched us off
While you were cryin' about your job
They marched us off

They Marched Us Off
They Marched Us Off
They Marched Us Off
They Marched Us Off

They Marched Us Off
They Marched Us Off
They Marched Us Off
They Marched Us Off
Track Name: 10 and 2 Lookin' at 20
I stay awake and I always gotta watch my door
Baby sometimes I'd get so irate with you
Don't know why I let it slide before
Baby that's good loving gone bad
Might just be the best you ever have

Now you know I spent my younger years
Doin' hard time in Pensacola
If them dirty bastards ever catch me out of state
Guaranteed to get five more
Oh I'm never ever goin' back
I'll make my disappearance off into the black

10 and 2, lookin' at 20
This ain't no kind of life anymore
Someone's hair and blood in the back seat
Empty shell casings on the floor

Drinkin' from the devil's cup
Playin' Blackjack with the Lord
The bottle sings a hollow tune
To its only true friend on the floor
Oh I know it all too well
They'll seal my ragged fate today when they close
that cell


10 and 2, lookin' at 20
This ain't no kind of life anymore
Someone's hair and blood in the back seat
Empty shell casings on the floor


10 and 2, lookin' at 20
This ain't no kind of life anymore
Someone's hair and blood in the back seat
Empty shell casings on the floor
Track Name: Back To Texas
I'm an awful long way from where Oklahoma starts
Lost my mind back in Texas with my girl and my heart
I paid 'em what I owe and it left me with some scars
If I come back to Texas will you ever be far?

Got a void in my mind from fadin' memories gone black
Tryin' not to buckle beneath the weight
of my actions on my back
It's harder every day with that conscience bearin' down
If I come back to Texas will you be in that town?

If I come back to Texas
Will you ever be far?
If I come back to Texas
Will you know that I was gone?

Lord I gave 'em my heart and they invaded my soul
I came from nothin', got tired of diggin' holes
Got my mind on my saddle and this pistol in my hand
If I come back to Texas can I still be your man


If I come back to Texas
Will you ever be far?
If I come back to Texas
Will you know that I was gone?


If I come back to Texas
Will you ever be far?
If I come back to Texas
Will you know that I was gone?


If I come back to Texas
Will you know that I was gone?


If I come back to Texas
Will you know that I was gone?
Track Name: Taste of Blood
Baby slow down and you might find a way
To admit to the bad jackassery of the twisted games
you play
Poor deluded girl, struggles every day
To showcase her animosity in a brand new clever way

You might be the limp in someone's hopeful stride
You might be the flat tire on a nervous midnight ride
You might be alive, just a little faint
When Karma throws a curve ball at that smile upon
your face

Took me down so I would feel it slow
Faster when my fragile heart explodes
Took me down so I would feel it slow...

One taste of blood and I fall right down
One taste of blood and I fall right down
One taste of blood and I fall right down
One taste of blood and I fall right down


You might be the big star in some deleted scene
You might be the dark spot in a humble person's
dream
You might be the lion, you might be the saint
Demonize the victim of the fiction you might paint

Took me down so I would feel it slow
Faster when my fragile heart explodes
Took me down so I would feel it slow...

One taste of blood and I fall right down
One taste of blood and I fall right down
One taste of blood and I fall right down
One taste of blood and I fall right down

One taste of blood and I fall right down
One taste of blood and I fall right down
One taste of blood and I fall right down
One taste of blood and I fall right down

One taste of blood and I fall right down
One taste of blood and I fall right down
One taste of blood and I fall right down
One taste of blood and I fall right down
Track Name: I Won't Be There
Please, please. Where did you think you'd hide?
As deep as the asphalt grinds

You were the loneliest girl I think I'd ever seen
You were homesick and you were cryin'

I won't be there when the rain the rain comes down
I won't be there when the ship goes down
You're on your own now to sit around and rot in this
one horse town
I won't be there when the ship goes down

Please, please. Say you'll get right this time.
Say it's a different crime

You were the loneliest girl I think I'd ever seen
You were homesick and you were cryin'

I won't be there when the rain the rain comes down
I won't be there when the ship goes down
You're on your own now to sit around and rot in this
one horse town
I won't be there when the ship goes down

Please, for the life of me
If you think you know these woods like me
Track Name: Synapses Misfired
Synapses misfired to the good old somber tune
Of good men swinging in the gallows
As their characters lie in ruins
The blind man don't mind playin' fiddle in the dark
And it's much the same in the way
You lay those bricks around your heart

I don't know why those synapses misfired
Maybe it's just the way that we were wired

Galileo rode the raging crest of his mighty fine research
On a guillotine slot straight to hell with a cross at every
turn
Old Socrates had a fine plan for settin' everybody
straight
But the primitive thinking of the mass at the time
had sealed the poor man's fate


I don't know why those synapses misfired
Maybe it's just the way that we were wired

Tell me why'd they have to take John Lennon with 'em
Tell my why they're tryin' to put every good man
in a hole


I don't know why those synapses misfired
Maybe it's just the way that we were
Wired
Wired
Wired
Track Name: Heaven Knows
I wish upon a falling star, I did my best to reach you
Among the things I can't explain
I did my best to teach you
I had a dream a sweet angel was waiting in bed to
greet me
To let the changes I've endured not shatter my
soul completely

Cause Heaven knows I'm one of those
I'm too complacent to decide of I've
Had enough for several lives and I'm
About to wreck this one thinking about it

We all want the greatest offer
But sometimes settle for the very first
Disaster that happens to come our way
And leave us for dead tomorrow
You never know how far it goes
Until you ride that beast every step of the way
A mile short of the promised land
One step over the ledge

Cause Heaven knows I'm one of those
I'm too complacent to decide of I've
Had enough for several lives and I'm
About to wreck this one thinking about it

Cause Heaven knows I'm one of those
I'm too complacent to decide of I've
Had enough for several lives and I'm
About to wreck this one thinking about it

Baby my heart's feelin' frail
God how I fought to keep you happy tooth and nail
Baby my heart's feelin' frail
I can't believe the way you'd smile when I'd fail
So pick up your paintbrush baby now
If you think you're watching another martyr get
stuffed in the ground now
Track Name: 2 Time Loser
No such thing as a 2 time loser baby
Get off of my train or I'll kiss ya baby

No excuse for ya this time pretty baby
Get off of my train or I'll kiss ya baby

Cause when I fly off of this track
You know ya ain't goin' back
When I fly off of this track
You know ya ain't goin' back

No such thing as a 2 time loser baby
Get off of my train or I'll kiss ya baby

Cause when I fly off of this track
You know ya ain't goin' back


Cause when I fly off of this track
You know ya ain't goin' back
When I fly off of this track

You know ya ain't goin' back
When I fly off of this track
You know ya ain't goin' back