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Hotel Paradise

by Dark Horse Flyer

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Patrick Talbot
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Patrick Talbot Classic Rock! Top songs and performances from start to finish, with a pro sound that doesn't pale in comparison to the best of Steely Dan. This album brings big smile on my face upon each listen. Favorite track: High Five.
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Breezin' 03:11
Coconut Jive 03:52
COCONUT JIVE Went down to the neighborhood bar there were ladies by the score shook my head and I couldn’t decide which one I wanted more so I asked the closest to me can I take you from this dive she looked at me and calmly said “don’t you hand me that Coconut Jive” Coconut Jive ain’t enough to keep a girl alive Coconut Jive, hey you come on, baby don’t hand me that Coconut Jive Found myself an ocean girl I thought I had it made had our Planter’s Punch beneath a palm tree in the shade I said lets go to my place it wasn’t far to drive she thanked me for her drink and said “I’ve had enough Coconut Jive” Tried my luck some hours later called her on the phone said this balmy moonlit night’d be wasted on my own she said to come on over invited me inside and then she whispered in my ear “how I love that Coconut Jive” Coconut Jive ain’t enough to keep a girl alive Coconut Jive, hey you come on baby don’t hand me that Coconut Jive come on baby don’t hand me that Coconut Jive come on baby don’t hand me that Coconut Jive d. mularz
High Five 05:41
HIGH FIVE I used to see you walking home from school all by your lonesome as a general rule so sad, but kids can be so cruel things are different now, you’ve made the scene you’re on the cover of some magazine I knew you when, but this is oh so now And if we chance to meet so sweet ‘cause baby you can hear the buzz like bees in a hive now that’s a real high five I play some jazz for a dwindling crowd sing Deacon Blues and drink your big Black Cow well I’d, toss it in, but I don’t know how I’ve never been the man I used to be a broken branch out of the family tree so bad, they had to cut me down But I can be discreet let’s skip a beat ‘cause baby I can make your senses come alive and that’s a real high five From what they tell me, it’s lonely at the top life’s a whirl but for a while we can make it stop “We’ll have to do this all again sometime” I hear the words but read between the lines oh yeah, the planets do align that was fun, but now it’s crystal clear she and I exist on different spheres curtain calls, it’s time to take my bow But for a little while we smiled at second thoughts and might get caughts, the keys to survive another real high five
MONROE COUNTY LINE I’ve never been a violent man but I don’t run from a fight minding my own business seems to keep the lid on tight the Redneck Riviera’s where this trouble all began and now I’m driving south with someone’s blood wet on my hands don’t you worry, baby yeah, I’ll be doing fine just as long as I can get across the Monroe County line I got no use for bullets but I have my fillet knife I grew up in a fishing town I’ve lived there all my life when times are hard there’s money hauling bales on up the coast yeah, meet up with some ‘Bama boys and then make like a ghost don’t you worry, baby things will work out fine just as long as I can make it to the Monroe County line I got a nose for trouble It’s gotten me this far and I don’t like the way things smell behind this backwoods bar It wasn’t money in his hand just a smoking gun I stabbed him when he shot my partner now I’m on the run flying down the Stretch I’m in a dead man’s pickup truck flashing lights and sirens tell me I’ve run out of luck doesn’t matter baby, that I can see the signs ‘cause the Sheriff, he just stopped me at the Monroe County line don’t you worry, baby oh, I’ll be doing time, on some road gang pulling weeds below the Monroe County the Monroe County line
Out Of Time 03:44
Out of Time I guess I’m running out of time there’s less before me now than what I’ve left behind and it’s not ours to know the days that lie ahead for me and you the words are better left unsaid Maybe I ran out of patience tired of all the complications but in the end we just ran out of time I guess I’m running out of time but I don’t know if that’s by chance or by design and if I wrote the story of the life that I have led would I think of all the things I should have done instead The past is gone but not forgotten you might cross my mind too often but in the end it’s just a waste of time I guess I’m running out of time there’d be no sense in turning back should I be so inclined ‘cause win or lose the path you choose will take you heaven knows until that car runs out of gas on down some gravel road Sometimes you bend, sometimes you break you try and learn from your mistakes but in the end you just run out of time
SOUTH MIAMI MIDNIGHT - Down in a South Miami bar shooting 8-ball just for drinks there was a woman at the bar, drink in her hand smiling, she gave me a wink I tried to keep my mind on the game but I was having trouble with my cue so I walked right up to those painted lips saying, “honey what you wanna do” someone pulled a sharp knife said she was a good wife South Miami midnight my feet hit the floor I didn’t have to hear any more into the night, hoping it’d be alright Walked down Collins late one night with the moon hidden by a cloud neon palm trees lit my way flashing out at the crowd I passed a no tell motel, another run down palace of sin nobody cares where the hell you’re going or the way things might have been not a very good life hidden from the daylight South Miami midnight I headed for home and sat on the beach all alone a bottle of rum waiting for the morning sun Took the helm of a rich man’s runner I thought the job was in the bag looking for the freighter floating the dope flying a Columbian flag I passed the lights of hotel row as they faded off starboard rail weighing the chances of making it rich or landing my ass in jail running from the searchlights putting up a good fight South Miami midnight I headed for shore I didn’t have to see any more turning I saw the long arm of the law d. mularz / s. lane
Mambo Mama 04:46
MAMBO MAMA Sittin’ in the smokey lounge of some run down hotel you came breezin’ through the door the music cast a spell my feet were tapping rhythm fingers popping fast well I screwed up my courage and said to you at last Mambo Mama, come dance with me You pretty little thing your lovin’ sets me free Mambo Mama, come take my hand If you feel it tonight I’ll be your mambo I’ll be your mambo man I couldn’t tear my eyes away as we began to dance you looked like the come on in a crooked game of chance the band was sweatin’ bullets the stars in heaven fell the devil must have turned you loose like a bat right out of hell Chorus I thought you were a good girl but I was wrong and now I sit and wonder if I’ll make it to the dawn I’d leave you if I could girl but my heart’s flown and I’ll look out for your love babe, like a bad dog guards a bone d. mularz
You Don’t Play Nice You and me I guess we don’t see eye to eye you misbehave then tell me “Honey, that’s my style” if life’s a lesson then I’ve learned a thing or two but I still haven’t figured out the tangled web that’s you if I haven’t made it clear enough I’ll be more precise you don’t play nice you don’t play nice you don’t play nice I know the game is crooked so I’m in quite a fix I finally got wise to you and all your little tricks like a stick of dynamite when it begins to sweat you’re not safe to handle just ‘cause you ain’t blown up yet every minute that I spend with you I’m just tumbling dice you don’t play nice This game we play’s a lover’s russian roulette but I still pull the trigger thinking I might win this bet your love might be the death of me I just hope it’s quick when it’s all been said and done yeah, I got in my licks we’ve been cooking up this gumbo and baby, you’re the spice ‘cause you don’t play nice d. mularz
A Car With Fins I was thinking, there’s got to be a way life was better, was it only yesterday the times are changing and it’s a cryin’ shame I just want what we had before fall in love, with the girl next door play on a team that wins drive a car with fins I want American dreams Trouble’s waiting, everywhere you turn people hating, will they never learn I won’t play Abel to my brother Cain you know my daddy, he won his war nice to know, what you’re fighting for play on a team that wins drive a car with fins live that American dream I remember, how it used to be home of the brave, land of the free there’s no denying it’ll never be the same I just want what we had before fall in love, with the girl next door play on a team that wins drive a car with fins I want American dreams I just want what we had before find the key, to the candy store play on a team that wins drive a car with fins live that American dream play on a team that wins drive a car with fins d. mularz
Highway 27 03:54
Highway 27 Work all day and drive all night to see my son and my ex-wife she said “you just don’t understand” now my life is lived by another man yeah, we make our own hell or heaven mine’s down Highway 27 Truck stop ‘cross the county line God and the Devil just passing time have they called my number, well here’s my soul Devil said “our coffee is getting cold” God just said “don’t bet on hell or heaven – you can’t get there from Highway 27” I don’t know what’s coming next nothing good is my best guess can’t see for the driving rain smoke from fields of burning cane headlights split the dark of night nothing in this world seems right airbrakes shriek and tires squeal Death’s behind the semi’s wheel ditch to the right canal on my left I can’t stop the road’s too wet no time to pray no last regret This is all the life I get Tell my son I’ve gone to heaven straight from Highway 27 d. mularz
IF I COULD GET YOU ALONE Well, I’m not a prophet with the key to the Promised Land but I’ve got a healing touch right here in my hands will you guard your secret heart until the trumpets blow do you think you’re safe behind the walls of your Jericho Well, I can’t tell the future, but this I know they’d fall to the ground those, walls of stone if I could get you alone if I could get you alone Now it’s time and circumstance on every lover’s list of what’s fair and isn’t fair for every stolen kiss sixty minutes each and every hour you can count them all no doubt but the measure of a lonely heart is what it lives without My dreams are like dragon’s teeth I’ve sown they’d rise up and breathe fire of their own if I could get you alone if I could get you alone If I were a thief of hearts with a poet’s sharp blade then my words would cut right through the veil of your masquerade don’t you feel the magic anytime I hold you near I’d stand against an army’s might till your doubts disappeared Well I’m not a king who’d claim his throne but I’d pull the sword right from the stone if I could get you alone if I could get you alone d. mularz


released July 18, 2016

Recorded and Mixed at The Clubhouse, Rhinebeck NY
by Paul Antonell

Assistant Engineers – Bella Lasko, Ru Lerner, Mike Dwyer

Special Thanks to Craig Snyder – Production Engineer

Mastered by - Bernie Grundman, Bernie Grundman Mastering

Produced by - Don Mularz and Scott Lane

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Tower of “who cut the power?” Horns

Tony Aiello – Tenor and Baritone Saxophone

Don Harris – Trumpets

Marshall Gilkes – Trombone

Horns arranged by Bob Taylor

Beth Cohen – background vocals

Robbie Dupree – harmonica on Highway 27

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CD Design and Graphics – Steven Shepard, Neo-Genesis.Net – Photography by David Aday

Additional Photos by J. Skolnick, Larry Marano, Brad Perkins and Scott Lane

Album cover and foldout concepts – Don and Scott, cruising down the Hudson Valley


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Dark Horse Flyer Coconut Creek, Florida

Dark Horse Flyer’s thought provoking songs, virtuosic three-guitar frontline, and ass-shaking rhythm section put the South Florida-based sextet alongside “songwriters with chops” artists like Gov’t Mule and the Black Crowes. And the band’s fascinating story of artistic determination and friendships imbues its music with inspiring truths of life. ... more

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