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Look-A-Like
04:21
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Our eyes connect as you approach me
And whisper words into my ear softly.
Will I see you again?
How could I let this happen?
Our lives broke off at the fork in the road.
If we meet again, I’ll fix this fiasco.
Maybe I’ll see you pushing a shopping cart,
Then I’d apologize to you my sweetheart.
A thousand people pass me a day.
I’m poised with words I’m ready to say.
I’ve sorted myself out.
It’s not too late to work this out.
Gave my heart to you in my dream.
In that place I never hold back what I mean,
Now I’ve cast out all my constraints
And I won’t, let this die away.
On a walk I spotted you in the park,
Eager, I pursued you with persistence.
The back of her hair looked like you from a distance
But no, she wasn’t you, not even a close a match.
No, look-a-like could ever be as good a catch.
A thousand people pass me a day.
I’m poised with words I’m ready to say.
I’ve sorted myself out.
It’s not too late to work this out.
Gave my heart to you in my dream.
In that place I never hold back what I mean,
Now I’ve cast out all my constraints
And I won’t, let this die away.
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2. |
Lonely Warren
02:17
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Warren the old man with white hair
Sits alone on the subway train.
Talking to himself, wishing someone would say
“Hey, how was your day?”
Take a look around,
Take a good look around
And tell me if you like what you see.
Take a look around
Take a good look around
Did you forget what it means?
Lonely old man sits with his head bowed so low
Frowning in the cold
Needing, wishing, wanting for all of his sorrows
To go, to go, to go…
To go far away!
Take a look around,
Take a good look around
And tell me if you like what you see.
Take a look around
Take a good look around
Did you forget what it means?
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3. |
Permanent Mark
03:39
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The words we exchange in conversation
Leave me intrigued with interest.
Eyes rove absorbing the scenery,
As we sip our green tea, enjoying the company.
Word for word,
Line for line,
So much appears absurd,
But you motivate me to shine.
Word for word,
Line for line,
So much appears absurd,
But you motivate me to shine.
Your fascinating face
If I could freeze that image in time and space,
I’d give it all, to capture that image
And save it forever in my mental footage.
I hold you, responsible,
For that permanent mark, you left, on my life.
Now you’re so far, and it’s a shame,
But on my desk, you smile back inside the photo frame.
Plenty of time on my hands, while I’m away,
As I’m learning lessons throughout the days,
Thoughts swirl through my headspace,
But what matters most is that smile I, recall on your face.
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4. |
Feeble Excuse
03:18
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How does it feel, how does it feel,
To get your kicks out of harassing crestfallen people?
Trying to fill, just trying to fill
That void in your lonely life, that you never, never ever enjoyed.
Cheap shot after cheap shot,
Was all you had for support.
It's a feeble excuse, just a feeble excuse
For a keen retort.
Cheap shot after cheap shot,
Was all you had for support.
It's a feeble excuse, just a feeble excuse
For a keen retort... for a keen retort.
I have, little empathy to offer
For the empty, angry person you’ve become.
Face to face we were friends,
But behind my back you were scoffing at Carpe Diem.
Cheap shot after cheap shot,
Was all you had for support.
It's a feeble excuse, just a feeble excuse
For a keen retort.
Cheap shot after cheap shot,
Was all you had for support.
It's a feeble excuse, just a feeble excuse
For a keen retort... for a keen retort.
Party after party, night after night,
Wasting the days away, falling by the wayside.
Missing out and you're missing the point,
Because you’re too busy, with, protecting... with protecting your pride.
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5. |
Out Of Expertise
04:21
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Too tall but not tall enough.
Look how the fabric over sculpted skin is dispersed.
Is this all you notice?
You attack your, friends before they, hurt you first.
Your false face will never fool me.
So I'm so expendable and replaced so easily.
True colors stand out like neon yellow in a crowd of black.
You didn’t even, hesitate to, turn your back.
Crawling back on hands and knees
Won’t get you sympathy when you need me
Cause’ you’ve run out of expertise.
Out of expertise.
This is your first and last notice.
I call the shots from now on
And I’ve released myself from your superficial gaze.
I’ve thrown our past on the fire and lit those, memories ablaze.
Quick to criticize
And target the faults in others that, reside within you.
I promise it'll be your demise
Left alone, with the guilt of your insults, idle inside.
Crawling back on hands and knees
Won’t get you sympathy when you need me
Cause’ you’ve run out of expertise.
Cause’ I won’t… And you don’t… have a clue what it is
To, give of yourself… No you don’t and you never will…
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6. |
Expel
04:36
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There, I’ve spread them across the table.
The stories that spell out the news.
I've settle with the outcome that I’ve sewn
And I accept it without a groan.
I lie awake and, reflect on every moment.
And I remember every, time that I tried and, failed to catch my fall
And factors fit like puzzle pieces into the equation
That I seize the day to solve.
My storage space is running low
And it's time to empty the excess build-up blocking the way.
It's preventing safe passage
For clarity to cope with the price to pay.
I lie awake and, reflect on every moment.
And I remember every, time that I tried and, failed to catch my fall
And factors fit like puzzle pieces into the equation
That I seize the day to solve.
Expel.... expel!
The river runs along beside me.
The tree tops tangle in the sky.
The clouds float like handprints overhead
As the beauty races through, my head.
I lie awake and, reflect on every moment.
And I remember every, time that I tried and, failed to catch my fall
And factors fit like puzzle pieces into the equation
That I seize the day to...
That I seize the day to...
That I seize the day to solve.
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Louis Matteo Weymouth, Massachusetts
Guitar in hand, Louis Matteo crafts heart-on-the-sleeve tales teeming with visceral, imagery-laden lyrics, blending the organic earth tones of the acoustic guitar, the spice of dirty electric guitar grit, the dark tint of driving bass lines, & the pulse of propulsive drum beats into a refreshing collection of indie pop/alternative rock music. ... more
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