Stan Konig

Stan Konig

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Biography

Some have compared me to Tom Waits or to Leonard Cohen. Probably because of my gravelly voice. Mel Torme was known as the "Velvet Fog" Some folks have called me the "Velcro Fog", if you get my drift!
Have been playing and writing from a very early age and spent more than fifteen years on the road as a hired gun and occasionally as a sound engineer.
I record all of my music in my personal project facility called "The Roots Cellar Studio" at my home in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. The winters here are long and cold so there are lots of opportunities to hunker down whenever inspiration presents itself. With the exception of one or two songs that feature electric guitar parts, all instruments were played by Stan Konig. Instruments played are as follows: Acoustic guitars, Dobro, banjo, mandolin, accordions, piano and keyboards, bass guitar, drums and percussion. I am recording to ProTools and mastering to SoundForge.

Lyrics

I ain't Paid to Think

Written By: Stan Konig

I ain't Paid to Think
words & music by Stan Konig
SOCAN/BMI

I ain't paid to think
I'm paid from the shoulders down
and I just wanna drink
try to keep these demons down
When my day is done
I just wanna lay around
Let the cable TV wash over me
and take my blues away

All my kids are grown
and they don't ever come around
So I just sit and smoke
Turn my fingers golden brown
Stay up late at night and wonder why I'm still around
Some guy on TV is yelling at me
Better call him now

I bought one of those
They told me I'd have buns of steel
Now it's holding up my clothes
I thought it was a real good deal
But I don't need no six pack
I probably drink it anyway
At the end of the day
When it all fades away
Don't matter anyhow

I ain't paid to think
I'm paid from the shoulders down

Mud Creek Line

Written By: Stan Konig

MUD CREEK LINE

Early in the morning and hound dogs are barkin
The catfish are jumpin and the bitches are markin their territory
All up and down the Mud Creek Line

Over on the levee I can see those boys a comin
They're comin down from Memphis and I hear them all a hummin
That same old tune
All up and down the Mud Creek Line

On the Mud Creek Line you can always catch you limit
Throw in your line, it'll only take a minute
You can fill up the trunk of your Cadillac
On the Mud Creek Line

Late in the day and the sun's goin down
I can see them boys a grinnin
They're heading for town
They're gonna raise some hell
All up and down the Mud Creek Line

Johnny Walker red and a ton of Cajun black
Catfish are fryin and a bottle of Jack
They sure do it fine
Way over on the Mud Creek Line

On the Mud Creek Line you can always catch you limit
Throw in your line, it'll only take a minute
You can fill up the trunk of your Cadillac
On the Mud Creek Line

All the Time in the World

Written By: Stan Konig

ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD

What kind of fool do you think I am, she asked
I said I don't know, how many kinds are there?
What do you take me for, she asked
Well sister, I wouldn't take you
if you was the last train leaving town
Some conversations just leave you feeling cold
Folks try to impress me, man that gets mighty old
Some aggravations well they just ain't worth a dime
but brother I've got nothing but time

Chorus:
I've got all the time in the world
like the petals on a rosebud, just waiting to unfurl
You might think I'm wasting time, but time is wasting me
And I got all the time in the world

Some day I might quit smoking, but then again maybe not
Someday I might quit drinking, yeah I used to drink a lot
Some folks say it's mind over matter
but it don't matter much to me
Guess what it comes down to is
we gotta agree to disagree
I knew a guy once he could talk the legs off a stool
but I've always been the quiet type
Better to remain silent and be thought a fool
But if you really want to know what I'm thinking
I'll tell you all in good time
It's all the space between the words
you don't got to fill up every line

Chorus

Guayabitos

Written By: Stan Konig

GUAYABITOS

Come on baby let me take you there
It's a few blocks over from the market square
To Tequilla Willy's where the beer is cheap
By the fishin' boats and the air is sweet
Kick off your shoes, don't need no socks
It's a sandy beach and there ain't no rocks
There's a coral island layin' in the bay
Where the pelicans mate and the palm trees sway
Come on girl, we're going to Guayabitos tonight

Solo

Don't need no cell phone and no shirt and tie
Just grab your fishin' pole, a six pack of beer
And lay on the beach and fry

Come on girl, we're going to Guayabitos tonight

Late at night when the sun goes down
We go down to Juan's, throw some tacos down
Kids and dogs are playing in the street
Mexican music, can you feel the heat
Vendors strolling up and down the beach
Try to sell you something you don't need
For you today it's almost free
A Mexican samsonite is all you need

Come on girl, we're going to Guayabitos tonight
Repeat two times

It's only Love

Written By: Stan Konig

IT'S ONLY LOVE

Woke up this morning feelin' so bad
Had me worst damn case of the blues I ever had
Call up the doctor, said doctor please, please, please
I need some medicine to cure this disease

Doctor said come on down boy, we'll check you out
We'll check your ears, your eyes, your throat and even your snout
We'll check your blood pressure
All you gotta do is squeeze, squeeze, squeeze
And piss in this bottle excuse me please

I need a diagnosis, need a prognosis
I know for damn sure ain't no halitosis
My stomach's flippin and floppin, my heart's skippin beats
Can't take it no longer help me please

Solo and Bridge

Well the doctor told me, son you're gonna be fine
Just give it ten or twenty more years
All you need is time
Just take it easy boy, you gotta take it day by day
It's only love, it'll go away

Repeat

Do it Myself

Written By: Stan konig

DO IT MYSELF

I don't need nobody tellin me what I gotta do
I do it by myself, I do it the way that I want to
I don't need your input, don't need no direction from you
I do it by myself, I do it the way that I want to

I don't need no teacher tellin me what's 2 and 2
I do it by myself, I do it the way that I want to
I don't need your religion, don't need your politics too
I do it by myself, I do it the way that I want to

Just give me a break Jake
Don't give me no flack Jack
If I want your advice, I'll ask you real nice
But that ain't what I'm gonna do

I'm gonna live forever, just to piss off some people like you
I do it by myself, I do it the way that I want to

Just get a real job Bob and get a real life
If I want your advice, I'll ask you real nice
But that ain't what I'm gonna do

Just me by myself, and nobody else
If I want your advice, I'll ask you real nice
But that ain't what I'm gonna do

Why We Do It

Written By: Stan Konig

WHY WE DO IT

Drivin' snow, in northern Michigan
Sault Ste Marie a hundred miles away
They closed that bridge, the one called Mackinaw
When the wind blows hard, she begins to sway
An old school bus, a four piece country band
We been on the road three hundred days
These old hotels, they all look the same
With their piss stained taverns and the video games
Chorus:
Lord knows why we do it
Damn near drives a man insane
Sure ain't for the love of money
Man, we're barely paid

Four AM in east Saskatchewan
Sun's comin' up across fields of grain
Coffee's on, I already fed the cows
We bow our heads and we pray for rain
A bushel of grain won't buy a beer these days
But if you boil it down, it'll make a case
Elevator's closed, train don't run no more
Kids move to town and look for better ways

Chorus

Sunday night just west of Winnipeg
Gotta drive all night to get to Thunder Bay
We haul that freight for the big box superstores
So the workin' man can shop his life away
Gettin' paid by the mile ain't what it used to be
Drive through the fog and the drivin' rain
This old freightliner she's seen better days
But I ain't ever known every other way

Chorus

Barstool Mountain

Written By: Stan Konig

BARSTOOL MOUNTAIN

Tonight I'm climbing up Barstool Mountain
It's a short climb to get there
But it's a long, long way to fall
That's where you'll find me
On Barstool Mountain
I'll be sitting on the summit 'til it's last call

Bartender pour me a double tequila
Take the cap from the bottle
And throw it down the line
Just keep them coming, and bring my change in quarters
Cause there's a song on the jukebox, I wanna hear a thousand times

It's the one about the truck
It's the one about the train
It's the one about the heartache, misery and pain
It's the one about the love gone bad
And the dirty rotten lies
It's the one I know for certain
Could bring a tear to a glass eye

Solo
First verse
out

Discography

Let Sleeping Dogs Lie, released in 2007
All the Time in the World, released in 2009
Trouble Light, released in August 2919

Set List

Set list is different depending on the venue. Sets can be 20 minutes or two hours, depending.