Western Motto

Western Motto

 Austin, Texas, USA
BandRockSinger/Songwriter

You are in a vast desert. Just sand and sky as far as the eye can see. You spot a reflection in the distance. As you approach, it becomes clear it is a pool of water, an oasis. This is not a mirage.
It’s Western Motto.

Biography

Grabbing the world by its dusty bootstraps, Western Motto is a three-piece piano based band that endlessly searches for a fresh musical and emotional experience. Western Motto pushes the listener to get lost in the colorful, vibrant, and varying sound; and lost in their head. This can often lead to uncontrollable dancing. Or crying. Either way, you feel better after the experience. The equation for Western Motto is:

Blake Stokes, whose flowing locks and soulful voice make him irresistible to both women and men. He’s also pretty fantastic on the keys and at refusing to explain his lyrics.
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Sam Zeanah, whose massive hands allow him to both palm basketballs and rip stringed instruments. He also loves hats: http://samhatsdotcom.tumblr.com/
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Sam Porter, whose drumming ability increased tenfold when a freak shotgun accident blew off one of his fingers. True story. His childhood dog was a Basset Hound named Dudley. Dudley survived a car accident. Also true.
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You (You)

= Western Motto

Lyrics

Backporch Dream

Written By: Blake Stokes

Why is everyone smiling? Didn't they hear about me?
I'm going through a minor depression over a girl in Mississippi
The world is full of lovers and loving was our game
We melted into one and now we cannot be the same

Everyone's got the potential to believe in hypocrisy
But no one can believe that there's virtue in mystery
The autumn leaves are changing into a beautiful brown
Soon they'll fall and hit the ground, but what happens after that?

It's a backporch dreaming, back porch dreaming day
Backporch dreaming, back porch dreaming day
Backporch dreaming, thoughtless gazing day
Backporch dreaming, back porch dreaming day

Come on hear the music. It's right in front of your eyes
This is not about you, but it certainly is if you try
I want a beautiful romance or maybe a brand new car
Or maybe be a type C dead man so I can fix this broken heart

Second to the right and straight on 'til the morning
This is where the stars may hit you in the face and
I was caught by a lady who had me at 'hello'
This is not about me
It's about us, it's about us, it's about us
It's just a dream

Goodnight Irene

Written By: Lead Belly/Stokes

Sometimes I live in the country
Sometimes I live in the town
Sometimes I have a great notion
To jump into the river and drown

If I go back there I might just die
Even though I'm going to a place in the sky

Irene, Goodnight. Goodnight, Irene.
I'll see you in my dreams

Last Saturday night I got married
Me and my wife settled down
Now me and my wife are parted
I'm gonna take a stroll downtown

If I go back there I might just die
Even though I'm going to a place in the sky

Irene, Goodnight. Goodnight, Irene.
I'll see you in my dreams

Stop your ramblin'! Stop your gamblin'!
Stop stayin' out late at night.
Go home to your wife and family!
Sit down by the fireside

Irene, Goodnight. Goodnight, Irene.
I'll see you in my dreams

If I go back there I might just die
Even though I'm going to a place in the sky

Jesus Wept

Written By: Blake Stokes

I'm under the road
you're driving alone
it's the closest we've been

Since God won a Grammy
and Beatles please pleased me
and smoking's a sin

Don't bash all the schmucks
you're pushing your luck
you might just have to get up....

get up, get up, get up, get up

And if you may need me
i'll be on the TV
fake to your face

And when you are swimming
in pools of forgiveness
please don't breathe in

And if you may see me
please don't believe me
you might just have to get up....

get up, get up, get up, get up

Don't call me by name!

And if you may need me
I'll be on the TV
smoking a cig

Monster Town

Written By: Stokes/Zeanah

Johnny's on the front porch bringing in the weed
His mind's on the apocalypse, he trembles at his knees
Chokes on a cough drop and stumbles down the stairs
Feeling the rush of the wind, the mad dog yells

The monster stole my soul, ain't it so
I am my father's son, don't it show

Mary said aloud you oughta get that boy
Put him in the yard and take away his toys
But the law ain't lookin' cause he's got the right name
The towns gone down since they shipped in all the cane

Preachers in the T.V. breeding ignorance
His mind's on the apocalypse collecting ten percent
But the law ain't lookin' cause he's got the right name
On the top left corner of a fat check

It's a shame it stole my soul, ain't it so
I am my father's son, don't it show
The monster stole my soul, don't it show
I am my father's son, ain't it so, don't it show, ain't it so

Soda Shop

Written By: Blake Stokes

Janey suck your thumb 'til the morning comes
You've been lying there waiting to become
Beautiful again

Why you moved the knife across your skin
I grabbed a gin and tonic, and I coaxed you to stay still
You're blue again

Staring at the back of a soda shop
Taking off your top for all the boys to see
Let's do it again

Maybe someday soon you'll grab my chin
And kiss me on the mouth babe
Oh kiss me again

Everyone's crawling away from this place

Pale blue blanket is grabbing my shins
Pull it off,
Come on and see my sin

I'm dew drops, I'll disappear
Grab me by the hand while I act sincere
You're screaming again

Everyone's crawling away from this place

Oh no, you did it again.

Lonely, Lonely, Lonely

Written By: Blake Stokes

Sometimes, I go a little crazy
With your over the edge antics
And your voice belting at me

Lately, every time I'm with you
I think of how I'll kill you
Without ruining my pants

And I look in your eyes like I would a sunrise
But you don't seem to look back at me
The tumbleweed blew by in between our lives
But you still never look back at me

Lonely, lonely, lonely. That's what I am
I know I've got you, but do you really need me?

Well, I just want to be a man with a beard and a tan
Instead I'm 5'4 and have trouble opening doors
I drink whiskey everyday just to make a few chest hairs stay
And say, "I love you" just to stay warm

Sometimes, I go a little crazy
With your over the edge antics
And your voice belting at me

Lately, down in New York City
I hear every single woman
Is a bitch like you

And I look in your eyes like I would a sunrise
But you don't seem to look back at me
The tumbleweed blew by in between our lives
But you still never look back at me

Lonely, lonely, lonely. That's what I am
I know I've got you, but do you really need me?

You mask wearing fool, I never asked for you
I asked for that girl with the sun in her eyes
And the one who stole my heart

Well, I just want to be a man with a beard and a tan
Instead I'm 5'4 and have trouble opening doors
I drink whiskey everyday just to make a few chest hairs stay
And say, "I love you" just to stay warm

Lonely, lonely, lonely. That's what I am
I know I've got you, but do you really need me?

American Spirit

Written By: Blake Stokes

American spirit rising up now
while the snow is falling down. Down, down, down.
I wash my hands in cold hot water
thinking the girl will get hotter and hotter and hotter

Sunny girl, don't be gone in the morning
It all melts away

Into the bottom of a blueberry hill
and sways just like your momma down on capital hill
I know you think something will go wrong

The smell of frankincense and murder
is dodging all it's worth, but I'm effervescent
You lie there waiting for my ghost to absorb you
and kiss your mouth, oh yes we're coming to get you

Sunny girl, don't be gone in the morning
It all melts away

Into the bottom of a blueberry hill
and sways just like your momma down on capital hill
I know you think something will go wrong

And, see, this ain't your future or a cheap night thrill
It's kind of like blessing that old man on the hill
but you still want something to go wrong

Our footprints are elusive
We can just float over town
Our madness turns to sadness
And leaves you hanging upside down

Sunny girl, don't be gone in the morning
It all melts away

Don't Stop Me

Written By: Blake Stokes

Have your cheers
And color your fears with mellow yellow
Is it the worst to be confused? Stuck in two

Today is golden, and you danced in the dark
Your room is smoking, and you stoked the blaze
Your trail is washed away, but you kept on moving

Is it true? You choked truth.
Stuck in two? Screaming blue.
Your parade is screaming, "Throw me something, mister!"

Flashing lights, down in the west where the grass is greener
Beat your chest, to feel like an animal in the dead of winter
Come here faith you're running, and my feet are frozen

This ocean is wild and moving
And you feel the ghosts are soothing
Straight to the knife you're running, splitting this painting

Is it true? You choked truth.
Stuck in two? Screaming blue.
Your parade is screaming, "Throw me something, mister!"

And you're stripping off clothes
And you're running the road
Screaming, "Someone please kick me!"

And you're dancing alone
And you're breaking your rope
Begging someone to kiss you

And when we're talking bout the War of the Ghosts!

Someone stop me, just try and stop me.
Don't Stop Me! Don't Stop Me! Don't Stop Me!

Loving the moonlight on your breasts
And the scent of your breath
While you're begging for best and singing "Ave Maria"

I'm skin and bones!

Chicago Night

Written By: Blake Stokes

And if I go I might be cleaved
Shut down by the mercy of the nunnery
Dancing with the bears and grabbing at the seams
Don't ask me why just sing with me

Cause I'm grooving low on the Audubon
Seeing faxes flying through the air
How can I die when I'm already there?
Dancing with the dancing bears

And the fishes ain't swimming with the Mississippi queen
They're swimming away, making tidal waves of dreams
Grabbing their coats to protect from the wind
The water's all gone. The water's all sin.

Cause I'm grooving low on the Audubon
Seeing faxes flying through the air
How can I die when I'm already there?
Dancing with the dancing bears

And the Sousou'o is floating in the Chicago wind
Break my back, break it again

And every chance I get I'll bottle up these pages
And every chance I get I'll bottle up this fight

Discography

American Spirit B/W Monster Town (TBA 2012) produced by Brent Klein and Western Motto

1. American Spirit
2. Monster Town

It's Live, It's Golden (2011) engineered by Aaron Malzahn

1. American Spirit
2. Lonely, Lonely, Lonely
3. Backporch Dream
4. Jesus Wept
5. Soda Shop
6. Chicago Night
7. Don't Stop Me!
8. Monster Town

Penny Creek Demo (2010) produced by Paul Logsdon

1. Backporch Dream
2. Goodnight Irene
3. Lonely, Lonely, Lonely
4. Soda Shop
5. Monster Town
6. Jesus Wept

Set List

1. Backporch Dream
2. Goodnight Irene
3. Lonely, Lonely, Lonely
4. Soda Shop
5. Monster Town
6. Jesus Wept
7. Pocket of Leaves
8. Don't Stop Me
9. Chicago Night
10. Riverboat
11. American Spirit
12. Damn Sam, I Love A Woman That Rains (Ryan Adams cover)
13. Which is Which
14. Soldiers
15. Never Dream Again