Mike Kotulka

Mike Kotulka

BandAmericanaSinger/Songwriter

Home Grown Classic American Rock and Roll

Biography

Originally from Lansdale, Pennsylvania a small hardworking suburb just north of Philadelphia, Mike grew up in a tightly knit middle class family with four brothers and 29 first cousins. It was his two older brothers however, who introduced him to some of his biggest musical influences.

The sounds of The Who, Led Zeppelin, and The Grateful Dead were frequently leaking through their walls into his ears. More influences soon followed like Bob Dylan, Eric Clapton, Neil Young and the great Elvis Presley. At around this time (age 10), he took up piano which eventually led down the line for him to buy a guitar of his own. From that point on everyday was guitar and every sound was music.

After writing, touring, living and ricocheting around from Nashville to New York and back, the product is "Make Due". It debuts as his first major release on Nifty-Fifty Records. Mike continues to hand craft his sound into a composition of life experiences and musical influences that are ever evolving yet always finding some way to take root.

Lyrics

Make Due

Written By: Mike Kotulka

Make Due Though I may want you say your love you’ll never give me
Take the best from me and leave me broken Hearted
Well, I don’t mind, they say that love is never easy
It’s Simply put, but real solution is hard to find
And now, I’ll make due somehow

Time may go, but honesty will never vanish
Truth of word, when heart has spoken still rings clear
It’s understood that every thing is meant to happen
unbeknownst to reason how it all works out, it all works out
but now, I’ll make due somehow

My eyes on a letter, crumpled and on the ground
It doesn’t feel better to conceal my only sound
to conceal my only sound

So tonight I wait, like all the nights before and after
kept alive by hope, but funny, I don’t care
I have learned and I have given up on trying
Wasted thoughts and optimism never win, they never win
And now, I’ll make due somehow

Tough Bananas

Written By: Mike Kotulka

Tough Bananas Some don't mean nothin, Some don't mean true
Some don't mean nothin at all, As it does to you
Some fall together, Some fall apart
Some things ain't meant to happen right from the start

But it's too bad, honey it's too bad, it is too..it's too bad

Some lives are forgiven, Some lives they ain't
Some born that never happen, some born a saint
Some wait for forever, Some die the same
Some keep an open mind, Some place the blame
but now, I’ll make due somehow

But it's too bad, honey it's too bad, it is too..it's too bad

Some are raised to meet a standard, Some are raised to fall
Some always loose their pieces, Some win them all
But... Some don't mean nothin, Some don't mean true
Some don't mean nothin at all, As it does to you

it's too bad, honey it's too bad, it is too..it's too bad

Hey Louise

Written By: Mike Kotulka

Hey Louise Hey Louise a star lights your face
on a search for something more,
some purpose, some place

I am out here standing, stranded like the star
seeking out a world away unaccepting all we are

I'm holding all that I have for wrong to get it right
for your tomorrow comes, for me the night

Hey Louise did you find true
any thoughts across the years demanding more of you?
more of you time? more than you should give?
more than all you think it's worth the longer you live?

I'm holding all that I have for wrong to get it right
for your tomorrow comes, for me the night

Hey Louise, how was your day?
Is the thought of perfection wasting you like me away?
or am I a madman for taking dreams apart,
undenying what it was
what had flourished from the start

I'm holding all that I have for wrong to get it right
for your tomorrow comes, for me the night

I'm holding all that I have for wrong to get it right
for your tomorrow comes, for me the night

for your tomorrow comes, for me the night

The Fall

Written By: Mike Kotulka

The Fall I see the leaves on the tree begin to change
Gone is the summer, left alone to remain
And the fall, is surely on its way

Cold is the air with the wind through the tree
The sun setting quickly forshadows to see
That the fall, yes the fall, is surely on its way

Did the leaves do something,
the leaves do something
Did the leaves do something wrong
Did the leaves do something,
the leaves do something
to take the mercy of the fall while the roots grow,
while the roots grow long

Already many leaves have fallen to the ground
Gone without a warning a goodbye or a sound
And the fall, is surely on its way

But did the leaves do something,
the leaves do something
Did the leaves do something wrong
Did the leaves do something,
the leaves do something
to take the mercy of the fall while the roots grow,
while the roots grow long

And the fall, is surely on its way

The Waiting Dawn

Written By: Mike Kotulka

The Waiting Dawn The sun is comin up over head
I'd rather it soon be dead
Got nothin left to go but my feet
Can't blame when you're tryin to eat
The waiting dawn with twenty odd men
But yet again, it ain't that strange at all

They light the open door cause it's free
Why doesn't it count for me
There ain't a lick of worth in this dream
Those oranges more than they seem
They'd take us all once written and said
Guess she's dead, well, she ain't seen around no more
she ain't seen around no more

I wanna wake up and buy myself a chevy truck
I heard great things sung about this land
But I can't seem to keep myself
from spending my daily dime
on this old, on this old, bus I'm riding

Everybody's got their home
Maybe your's is bigger than some
Where each treats thy neighbor as yours
Even help with the children and chores
Where everybody lends their hand, but that land,
It ain't seemed alowed no more

I wanna wake up and buy myself a chevy truck
I heard great things sung about this land
But I can't seem to keep myself
from spending my daily dime
on this old, on this old, bus I'm riding

The sun is comin up over head
I'd rather it soon be dead
Got nothin left to go but my feet
Can't blame when you're tryin to eat
The waiting dawn with twenty odd men
But yet again, it ain't that strange at all

Long Winded Sleeves

Written By: Mike Kotulka

Long Winded Sleeves Well I see your heart
rollin right down your long winded sleeves
You're waiting for forgiveness
well I will take my time, I wanna watch you bleed

Write down the road you walk, you wont get back
Write down the time you plan to leave
Write down the way you think I ought to act
Write down your prayers babe
you're not mine to grieve
Baby Leave

Now I hold my own self
I hold it higher than you ever would
Cause I've seen all your cards before
The theif, The liar, and the do me good

Write down the road you walk, you wont get back
Write down the time you plan to leave
Write down the way you think I ought to act
Write down your prayers babe
you're not mine to grieve
Baby Leave

Now it would be untrue to think
you're alright and Innocent with me
I can't tell, it's in your eyes
you've done me wrong, won't you let me be

Write down the road you walk, you wont get back
Write down the time you plan to leave
Write down the way you think I ought to act
Write down your prayers babe
you're not mine to grieve
Baby Leave

Discography

The Good, The Bad, The Ugly
Make Due

Set List

A typical night usually consists of 3-4 half-hour sets or 2, 1 hour sets. We play mostly originals but throw in a few covers for fun.