One Footed Pigeon ~ (15-song LP) ~ debut album by Matthew Inkala & the Hostages
Beautiful and Red
These hands they weren't made to be missin'
The touch of your skin, the touch of your skin
These arms they weren't made to hang limp at my side
Well they were made to squeeze you
Oh baby how I love to hold you all through the night

As I lay me down to sleep alone
I recall when I took my heart out of my chest for you
And how you stared at it lyin' there on the bed
Organ of love beating for you beautiful and red

Beautiful and Red
Beautiful and Red
Beautiful and Red
Beautiful and Red

Darlin' I remember the first time that I called you darlin'
In the darkness of my bedroom in the tired a.m.
And how you responded right off as though shocked at what I had said
You asked what did I say and so I uttered it again

I call it as I see it, ya the truth to me is a beautiful thing
Yes you are darling, you are my lead,
Gimme those soft lips, so beautiful and red

Beautiful and Red
Beautiful and Red
Beautiful and Red
Beautiful and Red

These hands they weren't made to be missin'
The touch of your skin, the touch of your skin
And these eyes they won't stay their brightest blue
If they don't got you, If they don't got you

If they don't got you,
If they don't got you,
If they don't got you,
If they don't got you...
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Little Baby Lemon Bun
There's a baby bun in the oven
A little baby lemon bun
A baby bun in the oven
Risin' up to greet the sun

And if she be like the father
She be playin' fetal rock band
Wailin' on the umbilical guitar
Singin' a Smashing Pumpkins song

There's a baby bun in the oven
A little baby lemon bun
A baby bun in the oven
And soon she gonna meet her mum

And if she be like the mother
She got a bicycle to ride inside
She got a cute freckled face ya
And she already know how to smile

Whistling Solo

There's a baby bun in the oven
A little baby lemon bun
A baby bun in the oven
Risin' up to greet the sun

She's one part Gina and she's one part Josh
She's one part sober and she's one part sloshed
I know that ain't a nice thing to say about a little baby on the way
But take it as a joke, cause I'was just jokin' and I hope that's o.k.

There's a baby bun in the oven
A little baby lemon bun
Sour and sweet, perfectly complete
A little baby lemon bun

There's a baby bun in the oven
A lemon baby coming soon
Singing her heart out
On a 9-month tour of the womb

There's a baby bun in the oven
A little baby lemon bun
A baby bun in the oven
Winning a bike womb marathon

There's a baby bun in the oven
A little baby lemon bun
Half Gina half Josh, baby oh my gosh
One pretty little lemon bun
Pretty little lemon bun, uh ah
Pretty little lemon bun
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Yellow Ray
Early morning, the marble sun
With its yellow swirls and its ray gun
Starts to warm up the world out my window
Uh huh

Early morning, the same glass sun
Touches you on the cheek as you sleep uh huh
Starts to warm up the girl that I'll want soon
Oh I'll see

She likes to walk in the park in the morning
Gets coffee at the corner-shop at the end of my block
Well I don't know what she fancies just yet
But that'll soon change

I drink coffee from the same pot as she
I people watch in that park that she frequents
We laugh at the same human silliness
Her and me

Today the sun rose as it has tendency to do
Or so it appears to little me and you
The sun shone down and gave me clues to your existence
Once I knew that you were here girl
I had to plot my entrance into the same yellow ray
The same yellow ray where it collides with the gray
The gray sidewalk where at long last our story can start
Our story can start...

She likes to walk in the park in the morning
Gets coffee at the corner-shop at the end of my block
Well I don't know what she fancies just yet
But that'll soon change...
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The Walls ~ Co-written by Whitney Weir
Are these walls getting whiter?
Or is it just me?
Are these whites getting brighter?
I can hardly see...
Cuckoo-cuckoo

In the sha-sha-shadow
Of the shades around the window
She's looking at me
La-ha-ha-aughing,
Cuckoo-cuckoo

Becoming the walls
Who? The walls.
Yes, the walls
Oh the walls

Becoming the walls
Who? The walls.
Yes, the walls
Tear down the walls

Mint cushion below
And the carpet says hello
"Good day to you sir!"
"Good day to you sir!"
Cuckoo-cuckoo, Cuckoo-cuckoo

In the mea-mea-meadow
Hanging from my window
That's where all my friends grow
Or so my barber tells me so, wuh-oh!

:Becoming the walls
Who? The walls.
Yes, the walls
Oh the walls

Becoming the walls
Who? The walls.
Yes, the walls
Tear down the walls:

I swear I've never seen it all like this before
That's what you said under your breath
My old wooden dresser

I've got a ho-o-o-ole in my shirt
And my shir-ir-iir-irt pulled over my head
And she-e-ee-e-ee she don't see me
I watch her as she goes to bed- who wouldn't?

:Becoming the walls
Who? The walls.
Yes, the walls
Oh the walls

Becoming the walls
Who? The walls.
Yes, the walls
Tear down the walls:
Tear down the walls...
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A Song For My Baby
Baby's got a frown on her face
Baby's got a pain she can't shake
She's got a groan and an ache that just won't go away
But baby don't deserve that kind of ache

So I've got a song for baby
I've got these two hands just for she
I'm gonna strum her worries away if I can
I'll do my darnedest to lift her up

This is a song for my baby
A kiss for her ears, my baby, I love ya
May your sweet lips lose their frown
I hope that you're smiling right now

When my baby gets sad she looks so sad
Enough to break my heart every time
And when she looks at me with those beautiful cryin' eyes
I know I gotta try to sing them dry

This is a song for my baby
A kiss for her ears, my baby, I love ya (so much)
May your sweet lips lose their frown
I hope that you're smiling right now

Baby, the whole dark world is beyond the door and windows
I've locked them up to keep you safe
Close your eyes, sweet dreams my baby
Tomorrow will be a brighter day

This is a song for my baby
A kiss for her ears, my baby, I love ya (uh huh)
May your sweet lips lose their frown
I hope that you're smiling right (x3)
I hope that you're smiling right now
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Maria
It's just the way that your lips curl
Slightly upwards at the corners girl
And when you smile, which you do most of the time
My world is perfected then
I was not expecting true beauty to appear
I was not expecting to ever find you here, Maria

Every time you speak I want to pull you close to me
And kiss your long awaited lips
Every time we touched that day
I wondered when my opened eyes would take you away
I was not expecting true beauty to appear
I was not expecting to ever find you here, Maria

It's just the way you look at me
It's just the way I like it
It's just the way you slay my heart
Without even trying, Maria

Remember how I made for you two perfect slices of buttered toast, Maria
And how we danced real slow to the pyramid song by Radiohead
And how you stared right through my eyes, I thought I'd lose my cards right then
And how you asked if this was only happening because our hands were tied
How I cried out in my mind, words I dared not speak to you yet
I was not expecting true beauty to appear
I was not expecting to ever find you here, Maria

It's just the way you look at me
It's just the way I like it
It's just the way you slay my heart
Without even trying, Maria
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The Seafarer's Dream
I slept reality away last night
Level with my window sill, bathed in fluorescent light
I dreamt we walked alone together with a big ol' smile :)
Holding hands and making plans to fall through space and time together

I want you like the heart has want to be free
You've met a glacier, girl, but you're turning me into the sea
No will of man or devil's axe could slice this love no how
You make it clear I need you dear like every word needs its vowels

Ain't true love a lovely catapult?
A trebuchet for breaking down the cold stone walls
Fortune's flame to light the way through the stark mountain pass
My love is yours so whatever you need all you have to do is ask me

I dreamt the sky it turned to mud so that we could not breathe
You grabbed me by the hand I love and we plunged into the deep blue sea
We drew the frigid saltwater into our virgin lungs
Expecting we'd drown after one last kiss but it all worked out
We were turned into fish by the power of love

This heart was a waiting heart, it's been through many a storm
Like a boat on the sea in the cold hard rain tightly holding a picture of warmth
In the hand that shakes from the whiskey and waves and the resonating thunder
Aching for land in a world of damned weights that try to pull us under

Ain't true love a lovely catapult?
A trebuchet for breaking down the cold stone walls
Fortune's flame to light the way through the stark mountain pass
Where stands my true love and me at last
Where stands my true love along with me at last!
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Sun Song
The sun don't fall
The earth it spins on axis
Aks me if I wanna stay the night
And I'll retract my worried mind
For another night by your side
Don't nobody come knockin'
Cause girl you know we got that covered

The sun rose up and baked the earth
On a Sunday of all days for what it's worth
And I like that we weren't so careful
Caution ran away with the spoon
The dish shattered but that really doesn't make me blue

The water is clear, is moving these fears
To the bottom of the river
Let them fall like rocks
In with the seaweed and bottom-feeders, we need them not

Baby when the rain does fall
The water rushes over the wall
Clothes they only weigh us down
Can I get a "Hell ya!"
The conversation cuts right out
Much like the hold-back of my mouth
Here we go!

We move to speaking through kisses
Moans and deliciously fluid movements
Of skin against skin
The words are movin' in and out and in and out
Without any hold-back

Bodies breakin' sweat and makin' bed springs sing
The wall becomes a drum as your knee knocks a beat
And we're movin' ever towards the window
Baby let the mattress fall!
Oh, nobody come knockin' cause girl you know we got that covered
Don't nobody come dancin' cause this ain't no dance party
There's only room for two here- me and you girl till the end
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I Won't Compromise
Time takes time to pass us by
Sometimes it creeps, sometimes it flies
But it took no time for me to realize
It's you for me, I won't compromise

I won't compromise, I won't compromise
If I can't hold you all my life
These big old open bold blue eyes gon' cry till the day I die

You took your time to meet me dear
I took my time to meet you here
If I've learned one thing in these 28 years, it's-
If you love somebody make that clear

I won't compromise, I won't compromise
If I can't hold you all my life
These big old open bold blue eyes gon' cry till the day I die
Oh, they gon cryyyyy till the day I die

You jump start my heart every time I think of you
There's hardly a moment pretty baby when I don't
So that I'm bouncin' all around up and down in this body
Lack my sleep but your love keeps me lively
It's you and me or I'll live a lonely life

I want you here now I can't lie
I want you dancin' by my side
You make my days and my nights so lovely
It's you for me I won't compromise

I won't compromise, I won't compromise
If I can't hold you all my life
These big old open bold blue eyes gon' cry till the day I die

I won't compromise, I won't compromise
If I can't hold you all my life
These big old open bold blue eyes gon' cry till the day I die
They gon' cryyyyy till the day I
Die, die, di-di-die......................

I won't compromise, I won't compromise
If I can't hold you all my life
These big old open bold blue eyes gon' cryyyy
Till the day I die-di-uh-ohh-di-die
Oh, they gon' cryyyyy
Till the day I dieieieiiie, mmmmm!
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Catch-18
Ooh I'd take you 
over
my shoulder
baby
I want to
be sober
But the sight of you makes me drunk
On lo-o-ove, On lo-o-o-o-ove, laaa-la-la-la-la-love, on looooove
Under you love's the sweetest place to be

I promise
to be true
You're truly
a sweet catch
I hope that
you are not
a Catch-18
Oh a Catch-18, a Catch-18, a Catch-18- as in something you will not end up being
Baby I'm hopin' that you're not a Catch-18

Girl you lookin' so fine, wish that you would look my way
You got a great smile and unforgettable eyes
Mouth wide open better shut it quick and bartender please can I get another napkin
I know it isn't cool, time to wipe the drool from my chin

I'd make you
my Queen
You are one
already
We could be
royalty
together
Together, to-oo-oo-oooo-gether, together baby, together in a suburban castle
That is to say we could scrounge to pay for a house together

Compromise
Is inevit-
able
in a re-
lationship
my darling
be my darling baby
Be my darling, oh darling be mine, my darling please see eye to ey-eye
You and me together equals a lovely life

Girl you lookin' so nice, even when you don't try
You naturally got it darlin', beauty's what you define
Eyes wide open I'd better get a handle
My heart's all aflutter flippin' all around in your hands
Girl you ain't a burden but I'll surely be a hurtin' if you let go
Don't close that curtain I wanna keep seeing you show meeeeeeeeee
Your lo-o-ove, la-lala-la-la-love, your lalala-la-la-love, oh baby your looooooove
Baby I wanna keep seeing the show, why don't you show me your love...
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She Likes To Run
She play my heart strings
She got me singing
She's making music through me

She got me hopeful
She rock the boat just so
The water waves, hearts beat, away we row

She got me plotting
On how to woo her
She got me trying to impress her

Now all that I want
Is just to kiss her
Communication stripped of all words

:She likes to run through my mind
She likes to run all the time:

She make me want to
Study her movements
Study her voice as we make music

She know the secret, shhh
The one that I know
The one that we made, on that night in the cold

She opens up like a flower
Give her sunlight
And allow her

She introduced me
To a new love
Enter sunshine from up above

:She likes to run through my mind
She likes to run all the time:

She play my heart strings
She got me singing
She's making music through me

She got me hopeful
She rock the boat just so
The water waves, hearts beat, away we row

:She likes to run through my mind
She likes to run all the time:
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Joie de Vivre
You once told me
You loved the world
You told me true
You loved a girl
You walked the streets
Grinning properly
Where oh where did that joie de vivre go?

You grew up well
You walked a straight line
You sometimes fell
But you got back up just fine
You had a dream
You held fast to your heart
Well tell me when did the bleeding start?

Joie de vivre ah ah ah
Joie de vivre lost
Joie de vivre ah oh ah
Joie de vivre

The more I look around
I see ash and frown lying all around me
Layering the ground
I obsess about death as much as Aurelius
Sometimes it chokes up my throat as I clamor for my breath
I think of all of the time that came before mine
And wonder from what really and where to as well?

Joie de vivre ah ah ah
Joie de vivre lost
Joie de vivre ah oh ah
Disillusionment gained

Whistling Solo

Sittin' on an axis on this populated planet
Sippin' cups of dark matter for the effects fantastic
Watchin' all the wide world's wonders
Slippin' not so slowly under
Headin' piece by piece back into the great galactic

Joie de vivre ah ah ah
Joie de vivre despite it all
Joie de vivre ah oh ah
Joie de vivre after all

Joie de vivre ah ah ah
Joie de vivre despite it all, oh whoah oh
Joie de vivre ah oh ah
Joie de vivre!
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Drum Mallet Antennaed Lovin' Alien
She's made of kisses, she makes me happy, quite
She's misses can't be matched, no others need apply
She's misbehavin' on my bedroom dance floor
And when she ain't I ain't but thinkin' fond of her

She's my Drum Mallet Antennaed Lovin' Alien
You would've had to be there to understand
She's my Drum Mallet Antennaed Lovin' Alien
Once I knew I started drawing up a plan

She's made of smiles, every single one a gem
I don't have to dig to find the shining likes of them
She's so damn pretty that there certainly be
A poem inside every atom that is she

She's my Drum Mallet Antennaed Lovin' Alien
You would've had to be there to understand
She's my Drum Mallet Antennaed Lovin' Alien
Once I knew I started drawing up a plan

Like I said, this girl is an alien
With alien tendencies
I fear she'll leave earth in her spaceship one day
To some gorgeous planet that's off limits to me

She's my Drum Mallet Antennaed Lovin' Alien
You would've had to be there to understand
She's my Drum Mallet Antennaed Lovin' Alien
Once I knew I started drawing up a plan

I seem to always know exactly what she's thinkin'
She seems to send her thoughts through air into my brain
She know the right ways to put me right at ease
Light hearted goofy girl of a beauty few can reach

She's my Drum Mallet Antennaed Lovin' Alien
You would've had to be there to understand
She's my Drum Mallet Antennaed Lovin' Alien
Once I knew I started drawing up a plan
Once I knew I started drawing up a plan...
To keep her right here in this planet with this man
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You Can't Worry The River
You can tell the river that the water is gonna leave it
But the river knows the water just continues on downstream
P-p-p-pushed by all the other water fillin' up the riverbed
That shines under the current when the clouds are not currently overhead

:You can't worry the river:

You can see the river smile even when drought is starving it
The river has been around and knows eventually the clouds will get
Too heavy full of rain and when their cloud fabric can't hold the store of water
Then the seams will break and flood the riverbed below, my friend

:You can't worry the river:

You can tell the source that all its water is gonna course into the river,
Round the bend and down the mountain where it ends up in the ocean
Vast churning blue black and white, keeping secrets locked up tight inside its insides,
Ya the deeper down the less light the more likely you are to find your true self
Silly child you can't worry the source
It's the river's mother and she'd give her life to let her daughter run her course

Even if the hands of man make the river stop by way of building up a water dam
It'll only take time for the river to erode the stone and reclaim all it once called home
To break, so to speak, the break that stopped the free circulation of the river from the source to the ocean,
From the mother to the daugther out into the deep wide, the deep wide open

You can't worry the river
You can't worry the source
You can't stop the river, no
From flowing its course, from flowing its course

You can tell the source that all its water is gonna course into the river,
Round the bend and down the mountain where it ends up in the ocean
Vast churning blue black and white, keeping secrets locked up tight inside its insides,
Ya the deeper down the less light the more likely you are to find your true self
Silly child you can't worry the source
It's the river's mother and she'd give her life to let her daughter run her course

You can't worry the river
You can't worry the source
You can't stop the river, no
From flowing its course, from flowing its course.........
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Black Leather Black Hole
She carries a black hole in her hand
Fills it up with her particulars
A black hole with a black strap attached
That she sling over her womanly shoulder

Black leather black hole
Black leather black hole
Black leather black hole, oh no!
She give to it but it don't like givin' back

Deep inside the black hole that she holds
She got almost everything she'd ever need
The problem is, black holes swallow things
That they don't give back, ya what they take they tend to keep

Black leather black hole
Black leather black hole
Black leather black hole, oh no!
Holding tightly sweet Maria's things

It's like a person who keeps their mouth shut
Like a muddy lake to your average swimmer
Like a land-locked cave to a creature of the sea
There are secrets to be found but they're just out of reach

Black leather black hole
Black leather black hole
She carries it with her wherever she go
Her black leather black hole

Black leather black hole
Black leather black hole
She's lookin' for her keys and cursin' the purse below
Her black leather black hole
Black leather black hole
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this old man ep 
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(7-song EP, plus 1 bonus track available exclusively through Itunes) ~ Matthew Inkala
Off The Top Of My Head
You know, you know, you know what you know
And you feel something real as it tugs at your soul
Oh you know, you know, ya you surely do know
At least a couple of things well
So you go where you go and you know that it’s wrong
But you do it anyway because you feel that you don’t belong where you’re at and you’re sad
You just figure that you’re bigger than you were before
At least that’s what you tell yourself so you can get right through that door for more
Oh you know what you know and you know that it’s wrong as hell
But you go over still and you spill yourself on the floor
You want more, you want more
Oh she knows what you know and she gonna keep that to herself 
Cause she also wants the same damn thing that you keep on bringin’ to her
And she knows if she told it to the world it might go away for good
And she couldn’t live without that right now
Oh I know what I know and you know what I know
And we’ll keep what we have under wraps for as long as we can Cause we like this lie that we keep together
But it’s taking us apart, piece by piece, day by day
And it’s gon’ take us down to the grave one of these days
We might need to get gone this lie and find a new way to get by
Or the more that we’re takin’ will not take us any higher
Ya it’ll take us apart, apart
This thing that I know I want it to go
I think we should let it fall This thing that you’re keepin’ that I keep on givin’ out
I think it needs to fall
But I don’t want such a beautiful thing to run away Cause I’m sad, I’m sad, I’m so damn sad
I just hope I can make it to you again someday
But for now I must go, take this thing I know to the grave
I’m gon’ die today, I’m gon’ die today, let it die today, let it die
Let it die today, let it die today, let it die...go away…
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Short Story Of The Mighty Axe
It's all over now, the mighty axe fell
Welcome to this temporary hell
You'll be prisoner as long as it hurts
As long as it breaks you down, as long as it burns

Words, words are worth nothing now
Not after all the words we spoke that broke us down
In a perfect world, this would all be solved
In a perfect world, this would all be solved
In a perfect world, this would all be solved
In a perfect world, this would all.......
It would all be solved

In a perfect world, this would all be solved
The politics would not matter
The benefits would pay to save what shattered
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This Old Man
This old man, he played one
He lost his cool in the blazing sun
Over-easy all the way down
He hitched a ride on a rain cloud

He was just wondering what your name was
Forgive that he dropped his jaw and his glass cup
I was just overly shocked by
The reflection of me in your eyes

This old man, he played two
He lost his love for a different view
He saw what he was meaning to see
But lost the person that he used to be
This old man fell into the sea
To ride the waves as a nobody

But it all comes back around
Ya, it don't stay kept forever
And the fog that was so thick and suffocating
It's a pawn that will fall at the hand
At the hand of your king

This old man broke his back
Imagining what he ought to have
But that's o.k. because the story goes
He just relaxed and got ten-fold

He got just what he needed
It's not all about perfection
To shape a man it takes mistakes and mending
The endless drag will not be my ending
Oh the endless drag will not be my ending
No the endless drag will not be my ending...
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Wednesday's Away
Honestly,
What did you believe was Wednesday's point?
Did you think that it would lead some place?
Did you know that it would slap you in the face?
I bet you weren't expecting that.
Wednesday's away, Oh, Wednesday's away...

How could you have known that it would be like that?
You couldn't have known that it would hurt so bad.
You could have died!
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Calm Amongst Storms 
~
Instrumental Song
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Between The Steam Lines
The cold got in through an open window
In the morning, soft and gray
She got up to make her coffee
She takes it black, she's sweet already
Mr. Newsman, where's the paper?
How am I to pass the time?
I guess I'll read between the steam lines...
For what it's worth, they read the same

And after all the black is inside
Eyes dilated, body charged
She grabs her orange hooded sweatshirt
She leaves the kitchen and goes outside
Down the alley to the train station
Up the stairs, across the bridge
Down to the water so full of stories
So full of moving mystery

The wind won't keep its static voice down
The lake like glass in a blender
Ain't no water holding focused pictures
Trees stripped of summer leaves
She plays follow the leader
Snakes between the heaving lakes
She follows a red leaf to a chain link fence
And then climbs over into the cemetery

She walks alone down the aisles
Of carved stone and towering statues
They mark the past that we'll all be a part of
Bodies trapped in dirty coffins
No more worry, no more breathing
No more sadness, no more pain
She takes off her hooded sweatshirt
To feel the cold pouring rain, rain, rain, rain
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An Open Case
An open case,
An empty carrier for the lover that holds me whenever I need her to
So for a moment I forget life's sad
As I bleed from my fingers the worries I had
Oh it all gets so heavy and more so when you are not here

I meant what I said, every word of it, world
The flat mediocre is crushing my shoulders
I need to feel the rain on my face

The look upon your face is hidden in a the bedroom not too far away
I'll be there someday, I know
But for now I must go, I must just go to sleep
So that I can wake up for work tomorrow
And I'm not late, oh it's important baby
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Darling 
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(bonus track)
Darling
I really like your make-up
I'm not talkin' bout mascara
I like what your mind's made of
Your personality
Oh and you're pretty
Pretty swell for an actress
Reaching deep to wow us
Keeping up the drama
Weeping like you're not wrong
Oh who am I kidding?
This song is me bidding
You farewell my dear
Darling
I really hate to leave you
But that is what I must do
I can stay no longer
Darling sadly it's over...
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How About That 
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(8-song LP) ~ Matthew Inkala

How About That

I wish I were a window-washer So I could be high all the time Without any after-effects To screw up my mind But then again I fear the position Of being high up in suspension Depending from sky-high scrapers In concrete jungles of fun So maybe I’ll become a pilot Soar through the majestic skies Gaining rushes of adrenaline in constance But then again High can feel alive But can kill you in the same breath I’ve been alive and dead within the same breath What’s real can only be so As long as you don’t let go of hope I don’t want to be an elevator operator With all the ups and downs That would push my buttons And floor me into the ground But maybe a truffle chef Creating aphrodisiacs Getting my high from making others happy Gaining from giving perhaps Perhaps I’ll try my hand at Becoming an architect Shaping things into the shapes I choose Creating versatile structure for all to use Ya, wouldn’t that be something To create structures around space They might marvel at the sight of it But only use what you did not create And what’s real can only be so As long as you don’t let go of hope What’s here can only be near As long as you can cope And I feel the way I do For the way I’ve traveled through This world to arrive at being Myself standing next to you Maybe I’ll become a traveler Trip my way across this earth Getting my high from breathing beauty Of nature for all of its worth And it’s worth so much ya Or maybe I’ll become a critic Sucking the marrow out Of precious things of importance Well how about that Well how about not I could smoke or I could drink And I could bring myself to the brink How about that Well how about not How about not How about I go to sleep instead How about that Because tomorrow it will be a new day How about that Ya, well I’m o.k.

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Patience

Baby you think that you’ve got it bad But just think of all the good times you’ve had I know together we can weather the weather You take your time to make me wait But I wait it out to make you take it back Baby you’re looking a little sad So maybe you should come to my pad I know together we can get down to leisure I take my time to make you wait But you wait it out to make me take it back

I’ve got more patience than a hospital But not when it comes to getting down You create a great vibe that persists to surround

Lately I have not been relaxed See my emotions they’re being taxed
I need your hand so I can get past the past So take my hand and hold it tight And vow to be true whether day or night And I’ll take yours too and grip it intense Just vow to be you until heaven decides It can no longer live without your presence

I’ve got more patience than a hospital But not when it comes to getting down You create a great vibe that persists to surround

We take our sweet time out of stubbornness But why don’t we cut that out and just fall in love

And then... The moment had a baby and it grew up fast The baby was an arrow that Cupid had cast The arrow was tipped with an undying love Standing still not a word was spoken Amber and tourmaline were wide open We became the pivot of the galaxy, yes we did Two became one and One became us Now can we please get down to leisure?

I’ve got more patience than a hospital But not when it comes to getting down You create a great vibe that persists to surround

I've got more patience than a hospital But not when it comes to getting down You create a great vibe that persists to You create a great vibe that persists You create a great vibe that persists to You create a great vibe that persists to surround

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SuperceedingLe Ahsome She’s got more body to her personality Than one can see through Her eyes are formed of amber And her aura beams in blue Her locks are coiled in spindles Red as mercurial fire Her lips they move majestic All to fuel my hearts desire She’s aspiring to be an actress
I’m enticed to be a writer It’s spectacular spectacular No other takes me higher SuperceedingLe Ahsome Ah, Leah Joy Owens can we meet again She’s got style; she’s got class She’s got energy to last Such an unbound sleepless beauty Stunning all that hap to pass Leah took me by the eyes And shook blank into surprise So I no longer wander aimless Under unappealing skies Begins the cycle of outright The spinning merry go round The bursting thoughts of brightness For the love we both have found SuperceedingLe Ahsome Ah, Leah Joy Owens can we meet again So far the velocity at which We travel through this sea Of waves higher then emotion And waters vicious deep Has only solely in its rolling Been seen to ascend steep :I cannot for the life of me think of a day We have not hung out this week::::

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You don’t even know

You don’t even know how much you mean to me
You don't even know how much you mean to me
You don't even know just how much you mean to me
You don't even know just how much you mean to me, to me
You don't even know how much you mean to me
You don't even know how much you mean...
You don't...
Censor:
Ya, we went ahead and just cut him off right there,
He was obviously far beyond the legal limit.

Me: The legal limit of what?

Censor:
The legal limit of making sense, you know? Because everything has to make sense
and be well within a structure. There has to be some sort of order that we must impose
on everything and everyone around us and well, he was just too...out there...
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Sans Ennui 
~
Instrumental Song
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Standing on the Rooftop

:You're standing on the rooftop, screaming to the moon But you don't even know what you're doing You're standing on the rooftop, screaming to the moon But you don't have a clue what you're doing You're standing on the rooftop, screaming to the moon And I'm hoping you'll come down and come down real soon Cause you're standing on the rooftop, screaming to the moon I don't even think that you know what you're doing:

Standing on the rooftop, screaming to the moon Oh you're standing on the rooftop, screaming to the moon Oh you're standing way high up on the rooftop I hope you come down real soon Cause you're standing on the rooftop like a buffoon You don't even know what you're doing

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No One Listens Better Than A Microphone

No one listens better than A microphone, a microphone, a microphone No one listens better than a microphone You don't listen better than a microphone You don't have no friends that listen better than A microphone, a microphone, a microphone

A microphone can capture the exact sound you make And send it to a speaker The speaker then can push the exact sound into the air we breathe

No one listens better than a microphone (x4)

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Love in a mist
I was trying, that night, to travel Across the ocean of “Hold-on.” To emerge out of the tides And arrive at being Freedom by your side This might sound funny But it met me with solace The door aside I met your eyes And I was speechless I tuned your old guitar To play to your intrigue Hoping in silence that you’d like me You spun my mood better than my ring And with your elbow started flirting We breathed the night We braved the cold I took your hand Beneath the lights We met Tempo And then began Dancing close perchance to know The feelings of the other You’re too cute you softly spoke And all else went to blur We’re the soil for “Love in a mist” You’re ambrosia to my lips I believe we’ve started something for us So full of life the butterflies are breeding Pressed against your breast I feel the beating of our hearts It is the music that I melt to The song that moves me onward This might sound funny But it meets me with a smile I get high when your eyes hit me Let this last more than a while Lying down, standing up or moving around As long as you are near I’m so lucky for what I’ve found Loneliness has disappeared

The hue was midnight-black I arose from my pillow Dream Atop the stage of my thoughts upon waking- A light in the darkness A memorized vision The gentle caress of your eyes against mine The warmth of your smile A touch of happiness A feeling of lift for this beginning I believe we’ve started something for us So full of life the butterflies are breeding Pressed against your breast I feel the beating of our hearts It is the music that I melt to The song that moves me onwards We’re the soil for “Love in a mist” And your ambrosia to my lips Let’s plant our hearts in Eden And become non-believers in Eclipse

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How About This 
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(Single with alternate take and b-sides) ~ Matthew Inkala

How About That (album version) & How About This (acoustic version)

I wish I were a window-washer So I could be high all the time Without any after-effects To screw up my mind But then again I fear the position Of being high up in suspension Depending from sky-high scrapers In concrete jungles of fun So maybe I’ll become a pilot Soar through the majestic skies Gaining rushes of adrenaline in constance But then again High can feel alive But can kill you in the same breath I’ve been alive and dead within the same breath What’s real can only be so As long as you don’t let go of hope I don’t want to be an elevator operator With all the ups and downs That would push my buttons And floor me into the ground But maybe a truffle chef Creating aphrodisiacs Getting my high from making others happy Gaining from giving perhaps Perhaps I’ll try my hand at Becoming an architect Shaping things into the shapes I choose Creating versatile structure for all to use Ya, wouldn’t that be something To create structures around space They might marvel at the sight of it But only use what you did not create And what’s real can only be so As long as you don’t let go of hope What’s here can only be near As long as you can cope And I feel the way I do For the way I’ve traveled through This world to arrive at being Myself standing next to you Maybe I’ll become a traveler Trip my way across this earth Getting my high from breathing beauty Of nature for all of its worth And it’s worth so much ya Or maybe I’ll become a critic Sucking the marrow out Of precious things of importance Well how about that Well how about not I could smoke or I could drink And I could bring myself to the brink How about that Well how about not How about not How about I go to sleep instead How about that Because tomorrow it will be a new day How about that Ya, well I’m o.k.

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The Rocks At The Bottom

Deep beneath the white caps, sea depths and blackness Far below the slowly sinking sun Well it's deep, deep down So far down

You got me gagging on your shipwreck blocks the view A slivered sunset trickles to my view You got me gagging on your shipwreck blocks the sun You got me gagging on your shipwreck blocks the sun And this is what you pressed on me

Deep beneath the white caps, sea depths and blackness Far below the slowly sinking sun Well it's deep, deep down So far down

You got me gagging on your shipwreck blocks the view A slivered sunset trickles to my view You got me gagging on your shipwreck blocks the sun You got me gagging on your shipwreck blocks the sun And this is what you pressed on me, this is what you pressed on me

I clicked the pen to the "off" position Then flipped a switch to signal sleep I wrapped myself in feathers For the tears had made me feel so weak Well I drifted from thoughts of loss to dreams that I've all but forgotten I was afloat last week but last night was a weight that sunk me to the rocks at the bottom

It sunk me to the rocks at, sunk me to the rocks at, sunk me to the rocks at the bottom It sunk me to the rocks, sunk, sunk me to the rocks, sunk me to the rocks at the bottom! Scat...

The rocks at the bottom of the ocean The rocks at the bottom of the sea

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The Final Cut

This song got kicked off of the album. So I took pity on it and put it on this single. Everyone falls short once in a while, From the losers to the leaders. And though this song didn't make the final cut It'll make its cut right here.

This song got kicked off of the album! How could it be there with matter such as this? This song fell short of inclusion on the album So here it is, here it is.

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There I Go To Lose The Night 
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(12-song LP) ~ debut album by Matthew Inkala

Trainride Me: I found these sounds inside my head and thought that you might like them! Operator? Operator: Yes sir? Me: Put Me through to my Self. Operator: One moment please… Me: Self? Self: Yes? Me: I’ve been working on this railroad all my life, Self: Alright… Me: Laying tracks to let loose this train of thought. Self: Mm Hm. Me: Listen… Self: O.k. Me: Can you hear him? Self: Hear who? Me: He’s the Disc Jockey and he’s riding on the horse he has named Tempo. Ride Tempo ride! All are called inside..to ride..this train..ride..this train..ride..this trainride And I can hear the phone ringing and I, I, well it might be you… I, uh, I don’t know, hold on…uh-huh-he-hello? Self: Yes? Me: You can enter if you like, I promise not to bite. Self: Even if you do that’s alright, that’s fine. I think I would like to enter. I’m coming in now, you o.k. with that? Alright then, I’ll take your silence to mean yes, will you join me?

(A lot of this was improvised and I’m not certain when exactly I recorded it. The phone ringing was not planned but since I was in the middle of recording I just decided to try to roll with it. I do say “hello” as though I had picked up the phone when actually I couldn’t get to it to pick it up, so it keeps ringing… It happened to be Craig Van Dam calling about recording. So when you get the trivia question- “How many tracks is Craig Van Dam featured in on Matthew Inkala’s 1st album?” you’ll know the answer.)

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The Rocks At The Bottom

Deep beneath the white caps, sea depths and blackness Far below the slowly sinking sun It's deep, deep down So far down You got me gagging on your shipwreck blocks the view A slivered sunset trickles to my view You got me gagging on your shipwreck blocks the sun You got me gagging on your shipwreck blocks the sun And this is what you pressed on me Deep beneath the white caps, sea depths and blackness Far below the slowly sinking sun Well it's deep, deep down So far down You got me gagging on your shipwreck blocks the view A slivered sunset trickles to my view You got me gagging on your shipwreck blocks the sun You got me gagging on your shipwreck blocks the sun And this is what you pressed on me, this is what you pressed on me I clicked the pen to the "off" position Then flipped a switch to signal sleep I wrapped myself in feathers For the tears had made me feel so weak Well I drifted from thoughts of loss to dreams that I've all but forgotten I was afloat last week but last night was a weight that sunk me to the rocks at the bottom It sunk me to the rocks at, sunk me to the rocks at, sunk me to the rocks at the bottom It sunk me to the rocks, sunk, sunk me to the rocks, sunk me to the rocks at the bottom! Scat... The rocks at the bottom of the ocean The rocks at the bottom of the sea

(Written long ago when I was in a 3-piece basement band called “Unfolding.” We were Nick Blake on drums, Hugg Self on Upright Bass, and Matthew Inkala on Vocals and sometimes Guitar. This was before I could play and sing very well together. We never made it out of the basement but we recorded a number of pretty sweet tracks that I hope to release someday.)

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Eric's A Dancer

Me: Dude, what are you doing? Eric: What you talkin’ about man? I’m dancin’! He’s not flamenco No he’s not ballet He isn’t disco, tap slow or break He is not polka, line or salsa Country, can-can or skank He’s interpretive- flies off the handle Eric’s a river on overflow A jambalaya to take you higher The incandescent groove-supplier What I mean is… Eric’s a dancer He does the dertball dance He prefers to stir up his hands Come everybody, out of your glazes Onto the dance floor because Eric says- Do the dertball Move your body slightly off beat Move your hands in uproar As you tangle your feet Fling your behind out proudly Then make the dertball face See the looks on each person Conjoined in hoopla in this place Do the dertball dance- Shake your hands and your pants Do the dertball dance- Shake your pants and your hands Eric’s a dancer But he doesn’t disco Eric’s a prancer But he doesn’t polka He’s interpretive, new-age and funky A hand-moving, pant shaking junkie Eric’s a dancer A loose-limb expresser A movement romancer And Eric is my brother

(Written 5/22/02. This song is about a fantastical original dance that my brother, Eric Inkala, choreographed. Ask him to do the Dertball Dance next time you see him…you won’t regret it.)

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How About That

I wish I were a window-washer
So I could be high all the time
Without any after-effects
To screw up my mind
But then again I fear the position
Of being high up in suspension
Depending from sky-high scrapers
In concrete jungles of fun
So maybe I’ll become a pilot
Soar through the majestic skies
Gaining rushes of adrenaline in constance 
But then again
High can feel alive
But can kill you in the same breath
I’ve been alive and dead within the same breath
And what’s real can only be so
As long as you don’t let go of hope
I don’t want to be an elevator operator
With all the ups and downs
That would push my buttons
And floor me into the ground
But maybe a truffle chef
Creating aphrodisiacs
Getting my high from making others happy
Gaining from giving perhaps, perhaps
Perhaps I’ll try my hand at
Becoming an architect
Shaping things into the shapes I choose
Creating versatile structure for all to use
Ya, wouldn’t that be something
To create structures around space
They might marvel at the sight of it
But only use what you did not create
And what’s real can only be so
As long as you don’t let go of hope
What’s here can only be near
As long as you can cope
And I feel the way I do 
For the way I’ve traveled through
This world to arrive at being 
Myself standing next to you
Maybe I’ll become a traveler
And trip my way across this earth
Getting my high from breathing beauty
Of nature for all of its worth
And it’s worth so much
Or maybe I’ll become a critic
Sucking the marrow out
Of precious things of importance
Well how about that
Well how about not
I could smoke or I could drink
Or I could bring myself to the brink
Well how about that
Well how about not
How about not
How about I go to sleep instead
How about that 
Because tomorrow it will be a new day
How about that
I’m o.k.

(Written 6/6/02. This is the 1st version of this song.  
I worked high up in a downtown skyscraper at the time I wrote this.)
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Something For Us 

I was trying, that night, to travel
Across the Ocean of “Hold-on”
To emerge out of the tides
And arrive at being Freedom by your side
This might sound funny
But it meets me with solace
The door aside I met your eyes
And I was speechless
I tuned your old guitar
To play to your intrigue
Hoping in silence that you’d like me
You spun my mood better than my ring
And with your elbow started flirting
We breathed the night
We braved the cold
I took your hand
Beneath the lights
We met Tempo
And then began
Dancing close perchance to know
The feelings of the other
You’re too cute you softly spoke
And all else went to blur
We’re the soil for Love-in-a-mist
You’re ambrosia to my lips
I believe we’ve started something for us
So full of life the butterflies are breeding
Pressed against your breast
I feel the beating of our hearts
It is the music that I melt to
The song that moves me onward
This might sound funny
But it meets me with a smile
I get high when your eyes hit me
Let this last more than a while
Lying down, standing up or moving around
As long as you are near
I’m so lucky for what I’ve found
Loneliness has disappeared

The hue was midnight-black
I arose from my pillow Dream
Atop the stage of my thoughts upon waking-
A light in the darkness
A memorized vision
The gentle caress of your eyes against mine
The warmth of your smile
A touch of happiness
A feeling of lift for this beginning
I believe we’ve started something for us
So full of life the butterflies are breeding
Pressed against your breast
I feel the beating of our hearts
It is the music that I melt to
The song that moves me onward
We’re the soil for Love-in-a-mist
And your ambrosia to my lips
Let’s plant our hearts in Eden
And become non-believers of Eclipse

(Written in October of 2002.  A recounting of the beginning of a relationship. 
This is the 1st version of this song.)
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Faces

It continues, The enterprise of how-long-can-it-wait? You put a spin on normality Leaving the presence feeling great And for the fine groove record Within the needles caress I lift the corners of my mouth And hold the mic up to my chest For on beyond the ambiance Of beat, cello and words impacting, I can see your eyes afloat Upon the sea of peeps reacting To the hues of colored lights Shown down into the night- Dark atmosphere we cradle In the venue as we rock away the fear Of hearing tones that don’t adhere To causing limbs to flail about- It’s not just the alcohol that makes the soul come out The nexus of senses Connected to tones Like the ones I’m projecting Through speakers and headphones Produces the loosest, conducive array Of jazz & hip-hopish spoken word beat play Let me take you on a journey Let the low-down bass go flailing Energy is gathering- smile at all the styles I bring Let me hear you loudly singing :It’s about finding out who you are Your faces, they display love so far It’s about finding out who you can be Seeking deeper than all the eye candy: Hip like point of pivot for the legs that stroll me On through this world of earth and sea I’ve come to elevate the mono, my tones are Baked fresh daily like some piping hot scones We need to push on through- we need to continue We need to use our love and might in all that we daily do If ever you have A question to pose And after you’ve posed it The answer doesn’t disclose The info you’ve requested Then let me just suggest this- Question the answer to arrive at the consensus :This is vice with ad added on I added ad before the vice to get my wordplay on: Just let the beat continue within the venue Let your eyes look up at the sky And just relax, it’s all lax- everything is possible tonight I’m just here to make you feel alright One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish Tell me whatever you are going to do fish One-two-three-four keep it on :It’s about finding out who you are Your faces, they display love so far It’s about finding out who you can be Seeking deeper than all the eye candy: All the eye candy… :The nexus of senses Connected to tones Like the ones I’m projecting Through speakers and headphones Produces the loosest, conducive array Of jazz & hip-hopish spoken word beat play: Hip like point of pivot for the legs that stroll me On through this world of earth and sea :This is vice with ad added on I added ad before the vice to get my wordplay on: It continues, The enterprise of how-long-can-it-wait? You put a spin on normality Leaving the presence feeling great And for the fine groove record Within the needles caress I lift the corners of my mouth And hold the mic up to my chest… Energy is gathering…

(Written 3/4/02. I wanted to add a cello into the mix but never got around to it. I left the lyrics the same despite the absence of the cello.)

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Standing On The Rooftop

“The moon holds no more evil than the sun. The sun gives no less good than the moon. Time is as the word is stated There is equal opportunity for will and for waste…” Inkala, Matthew. (2002). Vena Amoris, Page 11. 3rd Stanza. You’re standing on the rooftop, screaming to the moon, But you don’t even know what you’re doing. You’re standing on the rooftop, screaming to the moon, But you don’t have a clue what you’re doing. You’re standing on the rooftop, screaming to the moon, And I’m hoping that you’ll come down And come down real soon- ‘Cause you’re standing on the rooftop, Screaming to the moon. I don’t even think that you know what you’re doing… You’re standing on the rooftop, screaming to the moon, But you don’t even know what you’re doing. You’re standing on the rooftop, screaming to the moon, But you don’t have a clue what you’re doing. You’re standing on the rooftop, screaming to the moon, And I’m hoping you’ll come down And come down real soon- ‘Cause you’re standing on the rooftop, Screaming to the moon. And I don’t even think that you know what you’re doing…do you? Standing on the rooftop, screaming to the moon, Oh you’re standing on the rooftop, screaming to the moon, Whoah, you’re standing on the rooftop, screaming to the moon I don’t know what you’re doin’ I hope you come down soon And you don’t! You don’t even know what you’re doing, do you?

(Written in May of 2002. Supposed to be titled “Standing On The Rooftop” but it was misspelled on the back cover of the album. This is the 1st version of this song. The poem that starts the song off is from a book of my unpublished poetry titled “Vena Amoris.”)

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SuperceedingLe Ahsome

She’s got more body to her personality 
Than one can see through
Her eyes are formed of amber 
And her aura beams in blue
Her locks are coiled in spindles
Red as mercurial fire
Her lips they move majestic
All to fuel my hearts desire
She’s aspiring to be an actress
I’m enticed to be a writer
It’s Spectacular Spectacular
No other takes me higher
Spectacular Spectacular
No other takes me higher

SuperceedingLe Ahsome
Ah, Leah Joy Owens can we meet again

She’s got style; she’s got class
She’s got energy to last
Such an unbound sleepless beauty
Stunning all that hap to pass
Leah took me by the eyes
And shook blank into surprise
So I no longer wander aimless
Under unappealing skies
Begins the cycle of outright
The spinning merry go round
:The bursting thoughts of brightness
For the love we both have found:

SuperceedingLe Ahsome
Ah, Leah Joy Owens can we meet again

So far the velocity at which
We travel through this sea
Of waves higher then emotion
And waters vicious deep
Has only solely in its rolling
Been seen to ascend steep
:I cannot for the life of me think of a day
We have not hung out this week::::

(Written 5/1/02. This is the 1st version of this song.)
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Patience

Baby you think that you’ve got it bad But just think of all the good times you’ve had I know together we can weather the weather You take your time to make me wait But I wait it out to make you take it back Baby you’re looking a little sad So maybe you should come to my pad I know together we can get down to leisure I take my time to make you wait But you wait it out to make me take it back I’ve got more patience than a hospital But not when it comes to getting down You create a great vibe that persists to surround Lately I have not been relaxed See my emotions they’re being taxed I need your hand so I can get past the past So take my hand and hold it tight And vow to be true whether day or night And I’ll take yours too and grip it intense Just vow to be you until heaven decides It can no longer live without your presence I’ve got more patience than a hospital But not when it comes to getting down You create a great vibe that persists to surround We take our sweet time out of stubbornness But why don’t we cut that out and just fall in love And then... The moment had a baby and it grew up fast The baby was an arrow that Cupid had cast The arrow was tipped with an undying love Standing still not a word was spoken Amber and tourmaline were wide open We became the pivot of the galaxy, yes we did Two became one and One became us Now can we please just get down to leisure?

(Written in September of 2002. This is the 1st version of this song.)

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You Don't Even Know

You don’t even know how much you mean to me
You don't even know how much you mean to me
You don't even know just how much you mean to me
You don't even know just how much you mean to me, to me
You don't even know how much you mean to me
You don't even know how much you mean...
Censor:
Ya, we went ahead and just cut him off right there,
He was obviously far beyond the legal limit.

Me: The legal limit of what?

Censor:
The legal limit of making sense, you know? Because everything has to make sense
and be well within a structure. There has to be some sort of order that we must impose
on everything and everyone around us and well, he was just too...out there...
Me:
So, would you say he was experimenting with mind-altering words?

Censor:
Um, yeah, I would definitely say that.
(Written in July of 2002. This is the 1st version of this song. 
Craig Van Dam appears courtesy of “Of Legality Records.”)
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Cinagro

“This is a folk song about bread.” Sophia, Kate. (Jan. 8, 2002). Off The Lip, This is a folk song about bread, Track 14. …And this, This is but one balcony extending two views Into consciousness made to matter- One oriel protruding the delicate face of the infinite, Audible origami, a cumulative construct of curious convolutions. A poetic convoy so to speak, a composition organic. Willing clothes of reverie to open themselves to me I speak to sew…Cinagro… “In yellow flavoured scattered dreams Where thought process has ample means And purposes are as clear As the sweet scented song we hear There, the wisdom fuel pools thick And blooms from roots so organic With showers of joy we are washed clean Of sorrows and fear and pain unseen It is there where we drink of dreams Letting them to our intentions stick” …And this, This is but one balcony extending two views Into consciousness made to matter- One oriel protruding the intricate face of the infinite This is the path of allow, the river of may The night and the daze of the disrememberment of maybe Stick intentions, our, to them. Letting dreams of drink- We, where? There. Is it unseen pain and fear and sorrows of clean? Washed, are we joy of showers with organic? So roots from blooms and thick pools fuel wisdom… The, there, hear we, song scented sweet. “The” as clear as are purposes and means ample has process thought where dreams, scattered, flavoured, yellow, in. Cinagro, Organic… …And this, This is but one balcony extending two views Into consciousness made to matter- One oriel protruding the delicate frame of the infinite The gentle tip-toe ballet of personas playing at creation of artform The mind is an attic of idea So once upon a day in May Me and Sophia sought to uncover A small portion of each of our troves of knowledge I put them to this, this is this… (This song was built around the poem “Cinagro” written by Kate Sophia and Matthew Inkala on May 5th 2002. The surrounding lyrical poem was written by Matthew Inkala in early 2003. There is a second vocal track of improvised poetry which hasn’t yet been written out here.)

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Thanks

Thank you very much
For buying my cd
Thank you very much
For listening to me
These are but a few
Of the writings I have written
I’ll be riding on this horse for some time to come
Please forgive me if I come off as passionate
But I refuse to keep my heart in my chest
While I’m here I’m gonna sing my soul to the surface
Because I believe in taking my chance

Thank you very much
For spending your dimes
And taking the time
To open your world to mine
Though now I be done
With this song and cd
It’s complete, j’ai fini
Now I’ll just make copies
It is the first but it’s sure not the last
I’ll come back, I promise
Until then friend
Do all that you can to wait
Oh, until then friend
May your atmosphere fulfill you
(Written 12/9/02. This was the last song that I wrote and recorded for the album. 
I used a sweet effects pedal for the guitar on this song which was thereafter lost in an apartment fire. 
The pedal belonged to the girl who I wrote “Something For Us” about.)