Raquel Vidal & The Monday Men

Raquel Vidal & The Monday Men

 Poughkeepsie, New York, USA
BandAlternativeAmericana

An original Americana cocktail infused with rich harmonies, moody guitars and undiluted rhythm

Biography

In the early 20th century, Monday was the traditional wash day and the Monday Man was the circus worker who pilfered clotheslines as the circus train rumbled through small towns. Like their resourceful namesake from a bygone era, Raquel Vidal & The Monday Men take their inspiration from an array of musical influences from Americana to to folk to blues to rock.  Ranging from rootsy, harmony-laden originals to nostalgically sultry swing, the band takes some surprising twists and turns along the way, always keeping it fresh. Their debut album is scheduled for release in the spring.  The band books gigs in the Hudson Valley and greater NYC area.

Lyrics

Leather Trunk

Written By: Raquel Vidal


On a shore where dreams lay dying
that is where I cried, “Who drowned Love?”
Hope limped on with ocean eyes
as he watched what we‘d become

If you sail upon the high seas
bring along a leather trunk for me,
pack me with French tobacco,
burn my papers, then we’ll go

Love, let’s leave the country
and spend all their money
Let’s pretend no bounty’s high enough
Let’s pretend that we were once in love

Folding fans hide the laughter
and the tears that follow after
The plaza air is thick with hope
from youthful lies and cheap cologne

Bowls are filled with sugared almonds
and twenty kinds of blood orange
None of them, the golden prize,
the sweetness lost inside your eyes

Love, let’s leave the country
and spend all their money
Let’s pretend no bounty’s high enough
Let’s pretend that we were once in love

Love, let’s leave the country
and spend all their money
Let’s pretend no bounty’s high enough
Let’s pretend that we were once
Let’s pretend that we were once
Let’s pretend that we were once
in love

Pure Heart

Written By: Raquel Vidal

Wake up, sleepy head
Wake up, get out of bed
Don’t sleep your life away
There are no makeup days

I could just watch you sleep
lost in your dreams so deep
but when I see your eyes
I know that in you lies

Pure heart
Pure light
You got all the answers
from the night

Pure heart
Pure love
You got all the answers
from above

A penny for your thoughts
and a dollar for your dreams
Well, I’m sorry, little angel
I don’t know, know, know, know, know, know
what they mean

We’ll have a life together
and we’ll have lives apart
Don’t forget the answers
in your open, open heart

Pure heart
Pure light
You got all the answers
from the night

Pure heart
Pure love
You got all the answers
from above

Wake up, sleepy head
Wake up, get out of bed
Don’t sleep your life away
There are no make-up days
There are no make-up days
There are no make-up days

Black Cat

Written By: Raquel Vidal


There’s a black cat on my street
There’s a black cat looking for me
I can’t go out, I can’t stay in
I hope he don’t come back again,
that black cat on my street

Fears, prowling fears
pounced upon my idle dreams for years
I won’t get back this little life
while that cat lives eight more times
Fears, prowling fears

Cry, I won’t cry
A big cry baby, no, not I
‘cos even though I’ve earned the right
to drown my eyes and drink all night,
Cry, baby, I won’t cry

There’s a black cat on my street
There’s a black cat coming for me
and if I die before I wake
I pray to God my soul to take
'cos that black cat
'cos that black cat
yeah, that black cat like a cloud
yeah, that black cat like a cloud
waits