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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 ~
(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 ~
(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 ~
(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 ~
(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 ~
(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.)
