BackseatSkeletons

BackseatSkeletons

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Melodic songcraft, upbeat, original and well orchestrated. Karl's music hails from complex, catchy and comfortable genre blending.

Biography

Karl Miller is a lyricist, arranger, singer, producer and performer hailing from Northern Michigan.

His latest work, Local Mercury Dealer,
by BackseatSkeletons airs his first solo project.

He has played in the Minneapolis area for over a decade with his 3-piece band,
The Bloody Turncoats (www.myspace.com/bloodyturncoats)
and has played hundreds of shows of every variety.

Karl’s album (Local Mercury Dealer) is a polished rotisserie of genres. Have yourself a look-see at www.backseatskeletons.com.

He intends to tour in the upcoming year and will always have new material and non-obnoxious merchandise.

Thank you for your interest.

Contact Information:

Wayfarer Promotions

Shawna M. Willis

wayfarerpromotions@gmail.com
218.220.9086

Says he: "My latest recordings feature me, myself, and I playing:
an early ’70’s Sigma Martin, a Regal Brass Bodied Tri-Cone Resonator, a 1950 Silvertone Archtop in Nashville tuning, a Korina Flying V, a fretless Yamaha bass, an Ibanez Artcore Series Jazz guitar,
a Nobel accordian, a Pearl drumset, sundry hand drums, and a trusty mandolin. Also, I played a chromatic zylephone, a keyboard, a piano, a Hohner harmonica in G major, a Roland JC120, a GFX 70 distortion pedal and a Grafton Union Flyer bicycle."

Lyrics

Precursor

Written By: Karl Ivan Miller

Precursor

Came from the rolling dark woods
By the fire in the lake
In a whirling wind
You hear the swinging of my gate
A grinning skeleton carrying my silver cane
And every hair in place

I have hounds that guard my estate
In my absence, there they roam
On hilltops the moon climbs
A mansion’s door
They rush past empty fountains
Mint cars of polished chrome
And gardens that I own

I am Precursor to all
Gnawing on your dimming skull
Purest Death, complete withdrawal
-Now offer every flaw

Downward into darkness
On extended wings, grotesque
Bolt, or be devoured
Worlds I molest
Travelers have vanished
Their murdered voices cleft
Amid voracious, tangled trees
-I am as one obsessed!

I am your Precursor
A combatant fed on blood
For the black nectar of power
I ascend the vile rungs
I have practiced every movement
Under every wretched sun
Accept disfiguration
Fluid pooling in your lungs

I am Precursor to all
Gnawing on your dimming skull
Purest Death, complete withdrawal
-Now offer every flaw
Offer your flaw
Offer your flaw

Precursor,
written/arranged/performed
by Karl Miller
Copyright 2009

Comprised of:
vocals
acoustic guitar
archtop in Nashville tuning
fretless bass
bicycle

Far From the Truth

Written By: Karl Ivan Miller

Far From the Truth

A labyrinth of bimbos and billboards
Wise tigers brush by the burnt hoops
For white Murder powder
You’re vending your daughter
A Crown Vic of lost prostitutes

For lunch I may go dumpster diving
Gaffing outdated produce
Thieves minted on coins
Like the scabs on my loins
Squat in an abandoned caboose

It tastes like a mouthful of pennies
The gap where there once was a tooth
I’ve been up for days
Staring into the rays
That’s not that far from the truth

This is my third cup of coffee
My seventh sloe gin and vermouth
The devil ordained in Duluth, Iron range
Crush cigarettes on the stoop

I spent the night talking to Arlene
Hides Benzedrine in her boots
Her blowjobs are intense and messy
Black angels applaud from the roof

A pale face peered through the awning
I tried to remain aloof
Nobody knows where the love of God goes
When I doubled down on a deuce

The ex-con mechanic is smiling
At a stingray with a tinted sunroof
“I want that car, just take the trailer
I made sure the lug nuts are loose.”

Far From the Truth,
written/arranged/performed
by Karl Miller
Copyright 2009

Comprised of:
vocals
acoustic guitar
archtop in Nashville tuning

Wore a Crown

Written By: Karl Ivan Miller

Wore a Crown

All them pretty girls smile
When I come into town
In my crinkled overalls
You think I wore a crown
I love that laughter in their eyes
And we just goof around
Enchanted rays fall from the sky
And foller them around.

Now here come that county sherriff
To tell me what to do
But you know, that feller never smiles
If you want to know the truth
Good people don't need them laws
And the bad ones don't obey
So tell me what's the use
Of all them damn laws anyway?

Now through the door
Come Dawdlin' John
He loves to chew the fat
Got the skinny on us all
A slick aristocrat
Got paper from a high fallootin'
College on his wall
His pockets filled
With dollar bills
That he took from us all

And all them pretty girls smile
When I come into town
In my crinkled overalls
You think I wore a crown
I love that laughter in their eyes
And we just goof around
Scented like some cedar chest
You think I wore a crown.

Wore a Crown
written/arranged/performed
by Karl Miller
Copyright 2009

Comprised of:
vocals
acoustic guitar
fretless bass
mandolin
a fuzzy record

Discography

Local Mercury Dealer, November 2009
This album is now available at www.backseatskeletons.com

Set List

An hour or two.
A monumental mixture of classic rock, ragtime, reggae, irish, funk, punk, jazz, rockabilly, blues, fingerstyle, folk, surf and country promulgates each occasion.

Set List Song Titles:

Blood Puddle Stomp
Blackberry Dark
Black Pachederms of Cloud
Storm the Barracks
Black Magic Prodigy
(Intro. to) Rolling Dark Woods
If She Don't Come Back
My Demise
Mockery
Cyclop's Eye
Bitch That I Was Murdered By
Hell's Own Anvil
Precursor
Catatonic Tomb
The Ghastly Man
Baltimore Flat
Filthy Cradle
Voices of Glowing Nectar
Black Swan Blues
Blue Skies
Law
Villain
Owl
Clementine
Tumbling Leaves Laugh
Shadows and Dust
Loose Hoop of a Lake
Vault
Far From the Truth
When I'm Dead
Failsafe
Ice on the Wings
A Night Just Like This One
Dreadfully Plain
You're Gonna Die!