Arlito's Way Arlo Everling

Getting for possibly playing live again. Here's the title song to the Arlito's Way 2018 record. 

Some background to the song:I misspoke in the recording. The title, obviously is not Tired Days (I played that song last episode). It's Weak Ones. We originally recorded the song in the summer of 2000 at my friend Tuomas' parents' place while they were on vacation. A large window overlooking a beautiful yard with lots of tall trees. Wooden floors. It was our then band Hamble Doodle at its best. We played it all live and were stoked on the sound and the recording process. However, I knew next to nothing about recording and did the vocals on a SM58 in our drummer Thilo's attic. The vocals sounded super crappy. And in hindsight I must say the drum sound, despite Thilos flawless playing was too muffled. So I guess this recording will never see the light of day again. But I still draw from the material and still really enjoy playing the songs. This one uses lots of open chords in A-Minor. Lyrics:Weak OnesIt started in the humble parts of the weak onesand the silent duck their heads.Groundbreaking ways to know to know,groundbreaking ways to know to do.Silence blowing for noone,wishers will be wishing to their ends,dreamers will remain dreaming,no improved perception in my hands.Nobody there to be down withnoone to feel secure.What else?Please find my music on Spotify and all other streaming platforms by looking for Arlo Everling, Arlito's Way or Carlsten Powernap, which is the project I am doing with my friend Carsten Tabel. Check out what I found in the drawer, my latest release of old songs on SpotifyTiny songs by Carlsten Powernap on Spotify. Tiny songs on bandcamp.And of course, feel free to get in touch by visiting my website or shooting me an email. I'm more than happy about any type of feedback or correspondence. 

Reminisence of my fathers place at the time. It brings back lots of emotions and memories. I was never too happy with the lyrics which is why I hadn't played it in years but that night it was there. Interesting how musical memory works. 

I recorded freak feathers at Hilmar Pauly's small studio in Gießen. He was using a terrific Neumann mic (sorry I can't remember models or anything but he told me it was an original from previous eras) and he recorded on tape which I had always wanted to try to see if it really does sounds warmer. He was really nice and gave me the confidence to successfully record a bunch of songs. When researching his name I found out that he passed away in 2019 so R.I.P. Hilmar and thanks so much. A little side note: Hilmar invented the Pauly Pop filter which apparently is a high end version of the thing and is sold worldwide and the company is still up and running. Hope you enjoy the podcast and the song. Please feel free to get in touch.  

I wrote this one a while back in my old apartment on an eight track. It was all improvised and I used drum machines and other instruments. Over the years it has become what I played here. It's one of my dearest songs because it is such a time travel experience going back to my childhood and my youth. Lyrics:Memory laundering machine
 
Buggies and butterflies
who hears the silent sighs?
hightech cribs and fancy sips
sat at my spot at my favorite bar
waitin' for you to show up 
and did you show up?
I guess you didn’t because I didn’t see you
the window was so steamy I couldn’t even see through
it was special you know like when anything matters
and soon all my dreams lay there defenseless and shattered
 
and the bartender minded her own business
and though she didn’t speak she asked me
what the f**k is this?
I kept flipping through my phone and 
thumbing through my memories
ate a tuna sandwich that I took for a ham and cheese
and the rusty pieces we jammed over garden fences
into concrete driveways vandalist romances
trashcans thundering through the darkness
slicing the night and although it seemed harmless
I barfed red wine that looked just like rotten blood
you asked me if I was ok and all I did was nod
 
you lived above a gunshop that sold hunter’s equipment
the dark red doorway was now soaked in the scent
of red whine and vomit and I could only hum it
this was no summit your room was badly lit
 
I plugged into the memory laundering machine 
because I knew you were gone and would not come back
 
at a thrift store I found a turtle
and I bought it for next to nothing
I fed it sage and myrtle
and I kept it in a glass cage
despite the fact that this turtle was cheap
its intellect was gonna put you to sleep
it also helped me to balance my pace
so now I just slip slower through the daily rat race
it’s a mad chase but we move to the slow lane
making room for the idiots and their clogged veins
 
we used to have a cock outside in the barn
it acted like a cop and did a lot of harm
so one fine day all the chicken united
they could no longer take it and were ready to fight it
we found the corpse on an easter egg hunt
my sister threw right up but I was too stunned
 
I was afraid of toyguns and afraid of your parents
avoided eye contact and never left the clearance
my sister had to pull the trigger in the snow
so she became the central figure and ran the show
she was wearing sandals and her night gown
hiding behind the kitchen window I was just a clown
I wanted this shot so bad so I was glad when she fired the gun
but it drove her mad she could not react nor protect me from the sun
 
 
I plugged into the memory laundering machine 
because I knew you were gone and would not come back
 
 
 

In a way the song reflects what was on my mind at that time: Skateboarding / joy and inner turmoil / hardship.I sat at my mother's piano one summer and realized I could combine Fmaj7 and Am7 bueatifully using the same finger positions on the keyboard (I know next to nothing about playing the piano but I'll dabble). Also there was a lot of influence from the days that I played Neil Young songs with my father. Those left an impact that will last forever. I once played in an indie band and the singer Louisa always liked the song which is why I am dedicating it to her. Hope you're doing great!LYRICS:Latenight chocolate chipon hometurf I roll till I tripa sea of ironywith concluding little dotsa hot shot on the early sky of starsand freedom fighting botsstories of friends lie at handthe individual lie a repeatingmorning cool hands cry for helpbut cannot lower the beatingIs there a tab in my sidethat just pumps me emptyor a fox in your hairthat humps your grannyI mean trannyyou're the onemost beautifuland I keep all the actspacked in tries(found the third verse on youtube of all places)slap the crap out of meaningful eyesgo home in the oven there's plenty french friesthose eyes, eyes got me so strucksighing burp in the fridge I find ketchupIf you'd like to see an old live performance go to:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gv_lXa-OdOsf