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Holy Summer Night
Somewhere Between
Lucky and free
Off the train
And onto the scene
The thick trees smile
Forever, they may be
The air tastes like life
And the stars are your private canopy
Resting atop a fabulous melody
This moment is a memory
Oh, holy summer night
I stay alive
To feel your light
Oh, holy summer night
I stay alive
To love your light
Above and beneath
Nothing to be
Surviving a dream
Called reality
Stay awhile, with your pit bull smile
Forever, we shall be
The air tastes like life
And the stars are ours to see
Guiding us toward
Life’s desire fait accompli
This moment is a memory
We are a memory
Oh, holy summer night
I stay alive
To feel your light
Oh, holy summer night
I stay alive
To love this night
Van Gogh Blue
I was walking in my sleep again
A witness to images beyond my understanding
I was watching you fly, so far away
And wishing you a happy landing
Your face is written into my consciousness
Like the template of a human being I used to be
There was desperation, confusion and happiness
And what my friend, was it all supposed to mean
All the time
All the time
I spent with you
My perceptions were untrue
Feeling Van Gogh Blue
Was no crime
Was no crime
Believing my feelings for you
They colored my world
A blinding yellow and grew
Never knew, I’d end up feeling Van Gogh Blue
She
She who smiles
Upon the face of the moon
My worries, my anxiety, my hubris
My doom
She who smiles on the face of the moon
Please consume
This paralysis that’s part of me
She who dances
In the empty room
My stress, my delusion, my arrogance
My tomb
She who dances
In the empty room
Make it bloom
This silent strength that’s part of me
She who sings melodically
Upon a deep morning groove
My neurosis, my impatience, my insecurity
My gloom
She who sings like a bird
Upon a deep morning groove
Let it resume
This beautiful life that’s a part of me
The Gathering Storm
The sage disguised
As fool
Warned against
The gathering storm
The stage improvised
Mimicking tool
Ignored the
Gathering Storm
The wage idealized
Imitation jewel
Danced in the
Gathering storm
Are we all hypocrites
Hoping for something more
We’ve all been blamed
By someone certain they were sure
No one is guiltless
From shore to shining shore
The words do not condemn
But plea for empathy now
And forevermore
Together Again
I stood before you
A product of love, blood, and chaos
You understood before I knew
What we kept secret would betray us
We were looking for a light
To save us
But it had vanished in the night
Leaving hatred hating us
Somewhere, I don’t know when
Time will piece us together again
The moon glowed low and blue
Across a mean land in stasis
It judged no one and never presumed
Life would eventually repay us
We were looking for a fight
To save us
Our enemy had vanished in the night
Leaving hatred hating us
Somewhere, I don’t know when
Time will piece us together again
Revenge Town (song)
Well mercy me
What’s this stirring around
The pack of wolves shiver and quiver
Observing the human race to revenge town
The deal is dirty
And they may have knew it
But the blood spilled smelled good
So the mob desperately pursued it
Someone must pay
There must be balance for the consequence
Let sweat and sinew collide glorified
The resultant sparks and flames ash the conscience
Chorus:
Hurry and scream
Look mean
Prod them forward
And yourself undone
In the end, ultimately
Justice crying on freedom’s shoulder
Of water and fire
Running deep through our heart
The explosions of beauty
Sharing a scene with the death of art
The ideas eschewed
The solutions frenzied
The payback is attained
The feeling is empty
In forgiveness rests liberation
The abandoning of an invisible prize
Coated with diamonds and gold
And held together by lies
Chorus:
Is This How It’s Supposed to Feel
Amber, forgot how to smile unconsciously
She ran into grammar school friends asking
Remember me, her life shifted into a maddening, subtle frequency
Bobby never considered interior anguish
Then his leg broke on fourth down in the afternoon when his
Dream was vanquished, and alcohol suddenly felt like a pile of warm blankets
They met beside a keg on top of wet grass
It was Friday night and the moon hung low and red
Skeleton romance, the confused youths they do a desperate ghost dance
They sing
Is this
How it’s
Supposed to
Feel
Was what I felt
Was it something real
Is real
How we’re supposed
To feel
Amanda, hoped to impress strangers with a false sense of certainty
She considered herself on trial, engulfed in shyness and shame
Permanently, and when they whispered in a crowd she wondered ‘’are they plotting to hurt me?”
Bobby ripped confidence from an invisible cloud
In front of his imagined enemy’s face
Proud and pumping violent grace
They kept each other company atop a soft bed
It was Saturday morning and Bobby
Caressed her pounding head, nothing was delivered and nothing was said
But they were both thinking
Is this
How it’s
Supposed to
Feel
Was what I felt
Was it something real
Is real
How we’re supposed
To feel
Dream
Walking
In a dream
How often are we
Walking
In a dream
Our expectation and reality
Are they independent
Or part of the same the same the same the same the same
Machinery
Or is it a dream
is it a dream
Is it a dream
A scene
A dream
A scene
A dream
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In Close Conversation (live performance)
Inside the walls
That collapse outside myself
The drawbridge is lowered
The dragon is waiting
Lanterns, my friends
Stars in the black sky
They are watching us tonight
The ones who are observing
Decisions, violence
Insult and prejudice
I am guilty and convicted
By an invisible jury
Chorus:
Baby, baby
My mine you
Who I wish you were
And me as philosophy
Convenient archetypes
We cannot be
Though we trust
And swear we see
I have an ocean of words
To tell you
I try
But I’m drowning inside
Authentic is beauty and brutality
So we hide
On opposite sides
In close conversation
Just once
I want to truly know one
Chisel through the past together
Like teamwork in a sun shower
To be free
You have to hurt
There are no exits
Because breathing is not a trap
Talk about worlds and illusions
Gods and texts cloaked in shadow
Quench your cosmic thirst with body shock
No matter, we’re still sharing the same ladder
Chorus
Matt Waters
A Blog concerning the creative process. It's like the Elliot Smith song 'Memory Lane', except in blog form. Seeking to inspire. And be inspired.
