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Grecian Isle
02:42
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Grecian Isle
I want to live on a lonely hill
on an ancient Grecian Isle
Surrounded by the hills and the sea
with the sails glistening in my eyes
I want to drink wine from noon to dawn
and lay my head in the sand
Forget about this busy life, just for a while
Cut like glass and hewn of sand, yellow as the blistering sun
Dark eyed girls dance in the streets, a new life just begun, just begun
I want to sleep on an abandoned beach
‘neith the ruins of a fishing boat
I want to find another name
and get lost in my dreams for a while
I want to taste the lips of fire
and be engulfed in your smoke
I want to meet my match on a Grecian Isle
Cast the nets and hope for a catch
Old hands weary from a thousand years
Bring ‘em home when the cross winds blow
Or you’re going home alone
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2. |
Portrait
03:51
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Blown away by the streets,
even branches have no home
Slow collapsing paper mills loom giant
Billiard balls drift slowly to sleep,
Wonderlusting waitress sings herself to sleep
All the air drawn out into a cool beginning.
Throw your shoes in the back of the truck,
Its time to go, don’t pray for luck,
It’s a lonesome road when you’re running from your fate
Pallid as the midnight heat,
the innkeeper hounds her clock
Vaccuums blare into the deadly silence
Calling into the desert sky
It’s a golden, desperate lullaby
You’re only a victim if you can’t help yourself
Ive been sweatin’ through my teeth
Breathin’ through a sheet- I can’t take it
I’ve been kicked around and left for dead
I might not be ahead, but I’m not finished
As the branches turn to the east,
each one bows before the other
Rustling slow in the lightless border town.
Juanita tugging at her golden chain
Searching for a portrait in an empty frame
All the air drawn out into a cool beginning
Feather broken – lying in the dirt— ain’t no dying bird
Its only a portrait and it will fade in time
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3. |
Murder Pays It Forward
04:28
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Murder Pays it Forward
murder pays it forward with a burning cigarette
dying slow beneath october wind.
murder walks the boulevard in khakis & a coat
staring through to all those pretty scenes.
they said he was a quiet boy
never showed the signs of joy
enlisted just to get away from home.
momma said he ain’t the same
but he never talked much anyways
just hid around the house and watched T.V.
he never meant that much to me
cold as ash left out the night before
murder passes one last steely gaze
darts into a railcar and drops down in a seat
a drop of sweat between his shaky knees
they said he was a quiet boy
never showed the signs of joy
enlisted just to get away from home.
momma said he ain’t the same
but he never talked much anyways
just hid around the house and watched T.V.
he never meant that much to me
he darts into a shopping mart,
shatters the glass case apart
and grabs the nearest shotgun he can find.
loads the shells in one, two, three-
an automated symphony
and one, two, three, he slips into the night.
they said he was a quiet boy
never showed the signs of joy
enlisted just to get away from home.
but fighting ate his mind away
exposed the cracks inside his brain
the desert whipped that boy into a man.
and I’ve got to kill him when I can
i know that it’s my destiny to bring him in
i’ve replayed scene for oh so many years
cuz when I stare into his eyes real slow
and look beyond the darkened woe
i swear to god I see the shit that we’re all in.
they said he was a quiet boy
never showed the signs of joy
enlisted just to get away from home
but the pills rotted his nerves away
and filled the cracks inside his brain
and sealed the damage tight into a jar.
well, momma said he ain’t the same
but he never talked much anyways
just hid around the house and watched T.V.
he was a brother to me
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Delilah
04:32
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Delilah:
Delilah lives in tragedy
Walking down sidewalks of fear
Tries to count the laughter
She just falls back to tears
She just falls back to tears
Delilah loves to play the victim
She knows that role all too well.
She’s just the victim of her own mind
She’s the only one that can tell.
She’s the only one that can tell.
We used to dance
All through the night
And she sung along,
While we swayed
And though I never
Could learn the moves
She never looked away.
Delilah raised herself on ramen,
Cigarettes, and grief.
Her childhood friends were a razorblade,
And an old Bob Dylan LP.
An old Bob Dylan LP
Chorus
And though she never talked that much
She always told the truth
Between the space between our eyes
But there was nothing we could do.
Nothing we could do.
Chorus
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you run me over,
you run me over,
run me over again
and its all your fault
you turned me over
but the blood was dripping, too late
you told me before,
to heed your advice
i never think twice,
i never think twice
i'm starting over,
i'm starting over
starting over again
and i'll make it count
i'm turning over
but the blood is dripping
too late
i told you before
don't cross me twice
i’m done playin nice,
done playing nice
and i’ve got bones to pick,
and stones to throw
but i don’t have the strength to
tear down that wall when I get home
i ran you over
i ran you over,
ran you over again
and it’s all my fault
i turned you over,
but the blood was dripping- too late!
and it’s all my fault
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Matthew Zeltzer California
Portland songwriter, Matthew Zeltzer, is currently hard at work touring the Pacific Northwest. Over the past year, Zeltzer has toured with Brothers Comatose, Frankie Boots and the County Line, the McCoy Tyler Band, Jaime Wyatt, including a stint as the lead guitarist of NPR Tiny Desk winner, "Fantastic Negrito." ... more
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