1. |
Broken Man
02:15
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(Knapp)
I've confused my love with my lust
I've lied, I've cheated, and I've broken trust
Oh yeah
And I've treated my people like they were my pets
Now I'm down to not shit left
Oh yeah
I am a broken man
And I've burned down bridges everywhere that I go
So now, I'm doomed to walk scorched roads
Oh yeah
And I get good grief from everyone that I meet
I guess my bad reputation has preceded me
Oh yeah
And I am a broken man
That's what I am
I've been a rolling stone, I'll leave you in my dust
But now my wheels have begun to rust
Oh yeah
I've never stayed too long, never hung my hat
If I ever had a home there's no going back
Oh yeah
And I am a broken man
A broken man, a broken man is what I am
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2. |
When Love Goes Bad
04:00
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(Wescott)
Some days I sit and I think of you
I wonder where you are
And how far
I drove you from here
Some days I sit and I think of you
I wonder what you’re doing
And who you’re screwing
And how we got here
When love goes bad
What can you do?
All that you’ve done
All you’ve been through
And now I sit at the end of the bar
I drink until
I get my fill
And I can’t find my car
When love goes bad
What can you do?
All that you’ve done
All you’ve been through
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Destination Unknown
04:16
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(Poworoznek)
We don't know where we're going
We're all fish in the ocean
Getting caught in currents
Beware of sea serpents
Tell me where we are
Cause hell can't be that far
Fear and unrest are growing
Fake news has us imploding
Facts are not worth knowing
An illusionary showing
Tell me where we are
Cause hell can't be that far
Now we're stuck out here on our own
To fight for what's right on all alone
Set destination to unknown
We are never coming home
Left or right you're wrong
Nothing is just black and white
It's all shades of grey
That's been lost these days
Tell me where we are
Cause hell can't be that far
Now we're stuck out here on our own
To fight for what's right on all alone
Set destination to unknown
We are never coming home
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4. |
No Trace
04:34
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(Knapp)
Your hands against my sunken face
Tracks pock my arms
And I'm losing more weight everyday
You're holding on
To long dead memories
And I can't make you stay away
I spontaneously combust
Leave no trace of who I was
I overheard you on the phone
Tell your sister that you're scared
To leave me on my own
Keep waking up from the same nightmare
Of me dying on the floor alone
I spontaneously combust
Leave no trace of who I was
See flashing red
My skin pales grey
But all I can focus on
Is the terror painted on your face
You squeeze my hand and you whisper please,
"Baby, don't you dare leave me."
I spontaneously combust
Leave no trace of who I was
Of who you loved
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5. |
Wildflowers
03:18
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(Knapp)
I wanna make you mine
We can be together forever, my dear
Until the end of time
And you wanted to be free
Not be tied down to anything or anybody
I guess it's how it goes
I'm stuck in my routine
Go to work, come home, get stoned
Rinse and repeat
But you ain't ever had a plan
Bohemian wanderer
Who doesn't have time for a man
Heaven only knows
Oh, ah Ah, oh
I'll be forever incomplete
Your heart will stay with me, my love
If only a piece
You'll go travel down the road
I hope happiness will follow you
Wherever you go
Live where the wildflowers grow
Oh, ah
I guess it's how it goes
Heaven only knows
Where the wildflowers grow
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6. |
Fast Friends
03:36
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(Knapp)
I swear she's so pretty, it must be a sin
Leans forward to kiss me as I'm walking in
Her mouth tastes like whiskey, she pours me some gin
We get to dancing - skin touching skin touching skin
Whoa, oh, oh
After awhile I lose track of where I end
And where her body begins
We are swaying all 'round the room
To ancient accordian tunes
Two strangers becoming fast friends
Two strangers becoming fast friends
I knew the rhythym and she knew the rhyme
I twirl her, she curtsies, we tangle in time
Crescendo is coming, one thing on my mind
I give her my loving, she reciprocates in kind
Whoa, oh, oh
After awhile I lose track of where I end
And where her body begins
We're caressing up in her room
Through the window shines the light of the moon
Two strangers becoming fast friends
Two strangers becoming fast friends
Whoa, oh, oh
The bar it was glowing with red Christmas lights
Even though it was the middle of July
From my periphery, your smile caught my eye
Fell in love for the weekend and said our goodbyes
Whoa, oh, oh
Two strangers becoming fast friends
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7. |
Mother Earth
02:12
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instrumental
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8. |
Father Time
04:03
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(Knapp)
You cannot stop the raging tides
Or force your way through a mountainside
There's a trove of treasures in the sky and sand
Conquering all with be the the plight of man
The pride of man
There once was an endless forest growing at our feet
We became brutal tyrants of the land we defeat
We kill our mother, we forsake our sons
Never giving proper ponderance
To the price of what we've done
What have we done?
My mother is the earth
My father is time
We are only children
Born into humankind
So be kind
There's a plastic trash island that's growing in our seas
Spend trillions on war instead of curing disease
We could end all hunger with the food we waste
While our starving egos feed on our hate
Why do we hate?
My mother is the earth
My father is time
We are only children
Born into humankind
So be kind
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Mattydale Music Collective Mattydale, New York
Mattydale Music Collective is a genre bending five piece band based out of Syracuse,
NY.
With the additions of a second guitarist, Matt Poworoznek, and a new drummer, Zach Shawwaf - the mainstays of the band Mat Wescott (guitar, etc.), Anthony Kratz (bass), and Lee Knapp (vocals) are raising the bar in their music.
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