1. |
Back to the Wild
03:50
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Back To The Wild
I can’t take another 30 second spot
telling me what I need and haven’t got
about another chemical or plastic food
to fill the space between the walls
of my head and body
Just another plan to make it right
just another black against the white
just another plan to tie the hands
of all the men under the man
above the flag, above God
Goin’ back to the wild
back to the wild
Goin’ back to the wild
back to the wild
I can’t take another deforestation
can’t take another fertilization
can’t take another liquidation
or fascination with radiation
I’ve had my ration of civilization
Goin’ back to the wild
back to the wild
Goin’ back to the wild
back to the wild
repeat 1st verse
repeat chorus
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2. |
Ugliness
04:09
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Ugliness
A factory vomits filthy dust into the sky
then spews its liquids in the lake
a mother drowns her babies then she starts to cry
are we really God’s mistake?
Another starving face diseased and full of death
spoils of the land preserve the fight
and faith is crashing into someone else’s faith
neither budges, both are right
But why does all ugliness survive
we feed the ugliness with lies
that’s how the ugliness survives
And all this ugliness is real
in spite of how right you may feel
look around your manmade world and see, the ugliness is real
A lesser species exits earth without a sound
making way for the future man
our greatest hope is to step sideways instead of down
we’re falling backward in the sands
repeat chorus
It serves the mind to believe with time we’ll form a better place
where comfort comes, not at the expense of some, but as a given grace
but, in this world where visions crash and swirl, send hopeful looks up into space
where some great future lies for those who congregate and pray
A gated mansion stands alone within its walls
while all around it suckers fall
repeat chorus
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3. |
World of Birds
04:30
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World of Birds
If it’s a world of birds
vultures are the kings
if it’s a world of bugs
hail the ones who sting
if it’s a world of plants
praise parasitic vines
if it’s a world of animals
it’s a world of swine
If it’s a world of love
why is there so much hate?
if it’s a world of peace
I say we’re one gun late
if it’s a world of truth
I say it’s lies and fakes
if you say it’s still soon
I say it’s already too late
Parasitic preachers spewing their lies
chewing on the corpse as the nation dies
talking their evil, living our lives
fucking politicians are the nation’s shame
women in dresses, men in suits
a nation of vultures on the loose
fightin’ for Jesus, smokin’ MD’s
every mother fucker is a sinner in need
If it’s a world of God
where the hell is he
if a world of churches
it’s so ungodly
it’s not a world of people
it’s a world of things
if it’s a world of birds
vultures are the kings
the kings of all things
I do know
we’re going back to the dinosaurs
with momma’s in the kitchen barely paying the rent
and white boy politicians only putting us in debt
if we don’t hang together, we’re gonna hang alone
and no one’s gonna be there when they
come for our homes
It’s a world of birds
It’s a world of birds
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4. |
Island Bed
04:16
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Island Bed
Its the dawning of a new day
the glacier melts into a stream
it crashes on the rocks, rearing headlong
through my dream
Floating down the river of life
in a boat made of timbers
black water washes me
and the chill gives me a shiver
chorus:
'Tween the cavernous expanse of imagined and real
its a freefall in crimson with the man of steel
onward and upward through the valley of death
and into the ocean, the island is my bed
Suspended in a black hole
where the clock never strikes
thinning out the molecules
and the river never dies
The island is my bed
and the river is my soul
it feeds the forest of my head
and the valley's below
and the valleys below
Repeat chorus:
Repeat verse four:
Repeat chorus one against verse one:
Lyrics by Brian Collins
Music by Matt Kjeldsen
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5. |
What a Fool
05:11
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What A Fool
Please pay no attention to the man behind this face
he’s a genuinely prideful, hypocritical disgrace
at once he is both nowhere and all over the place
then he’s gone, he’s gone without a trace
Pay no heed, no heed toward the man behind the mask
he’s a vintage that much finer, when still sealed within the cask
he’s a whole lotta nothin’ as he goes about his task
then he’s gone, he’s gone where to you ask
What a fool am I
What a fool am I
What a fool am I
What a fool am I
He packs his gun inside his book bag, then he hits the road for school
he swears he needs protection from the fools
but, exercise your power is the modern golden rule
then he’s gone, he’s gone but he was cool
The bike was lying the street under the wheels of the car
so he stops to gander life and death as art
it’s the highlight of this section of his sub-suburban existence
then he’s gone, he’s gone, his space for rent
What a fool you are
What a fool you are
What a fool you are
What a fool you are
Please pay no attention to the man behind this shell
he’s really very empty, but he’s eloquent as hell
the bio says he’s sensitive but hard as nails as well
then he’s gone, he’s gone but who could tell
repeat chorus one:
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6. |
Married to Mary Jane
03:46
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Married to Mary Jane
I’m gonna give up on a long time friend
and get back some of the feelings again
that went to sleep a long, long time ago
I gotta move ahead and get away
from the blanket of fog that shrouds the days
‘til there’s nothing left here ‘cept the thought to go
I have to tune this thing or it’ll quit
I’m running on red, it sputters and spits
but, fortunately, I’ve nowhere fast to go
And it’s out of my hands
I’m out of control
and I don’t smile as often as I used to
I’m out of the race
I’m out to face it
‘cause I need to smile more often as I used to
before Mary snared me
Now I’m married to Mary, I’m married to Mary Jane,
I’m married to Mary, I’m married to Mary Jane
It’s just me and Mary now
She’s a part of me now, I’m afraid I’ve got to keep her
though she leaves me dry and takes me deeper
she keeps me dumb and numb and in my seat
Still, the lumps of life
are softened by the flower
and the sweet aroma nullifies the sour
and I think for now I’ll stay at Mary’s feet
And it’s out of my hands
I’m out of control
and I don’t smile as often as I used to
I’m out of the race
I’m out to face it
‘cause I need to smile more often as I used to
before Mary snared me
Now I’m married to Mary, I’m married to Mary Jane
I’m married to Mary, I’m married to Mary Jane
It’s just me and Mary now
oh Mary, how
oh, Mary leads me nowhere fast right now
repeat chorus
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7. |
Doin' the Limbaah
05:22
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Doin’ the Limbaah
When you do the limbaah you must go low
it only matters how low you go
everybody doin’ the limbaah crows, ca ca ca
bend your morals way down low
show us how much you don’t know
give us an angry ditto, raise your bloody Christian claw
do the limbaah
doin’ the limbaah, doin’ the limbaah
doin’ the limbaah, doin’ the limbaah, doin’ the limbaah
Can you put down people you don’t know
well, there you go
can you make fun of those less fortunate than you
way to go
can you wave your hate behind your flag
go way down low
can you throw your bomb and claim just cause
then rush to the applause
you’re doin’ the limbaah
doin’ the limbaah, doin’ the limbaah
doin’ the limbaah, doin’ the limbaah, doin’ the limbaah
when you see how low you can go, you call it the limbo
when you see how mean you voice can seem
hurrah, hurrah, hurrah, you’re doin’ the limbaah
doin’ the limbaah, doin’ the limbaah
doin’ the limbaah, doin’ the limbaah, doin’ the limbaah
Can you make harsh judgments and not think it through
way down low
can you sell your fear with words untrue
bend over you
can you please the rich and the N.R.A
go way down low
can you smirk at the poor as you count your pay
hurrah, hurrah, hurrah, you’re doing the limbaah
doin’ the limbaah, doin’ the limbaah
doin’ the limbaah, doin’ the limbaah, doin’ the limbaah
Can you trash the earth in the name of cash
it gets easier now
can you point out groups that we should bash
please show us how
can you talk of love while you smile and hate
let’s change the laws
can we make this land a fascist state
where everyone says bah, we’re doing’ the limbaah
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8. |
Big Texas Sky
05:21
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Big Texas Sky
Falling rain marked every winter Houston sky
Falling teardrops marked my adolescent eyes
Falling years have helped the bitterness subside
Falling helpless for a youth that waved good-bye
Long ago under a big Texas sky
Certainly, uncertain were the years for which I sigh
Pine tree horizons had me lookin’ to the skies
The girl that caged me remained freely out of hand
and just around the corner I was bound to be a man
Long ago under a big Texas sky
Long ago under a big Texas sky
Skies are blue again
So, why can’t I pretend I’m young again
Now that I’ve found the answers why
Give me one more try
Under a big Texas sky
Falling dreams have left so little in their place
Falling years have left their lines upon my face
Falling blindly like a liar to a lie
Falling helpless for a youth that waved good-bye
Long ago under a big Texas sky
Long ago under a big Texas sky
Skies are blue again
So, why can’t I pretend I’m young again
Now that I’ve found the answers why
Give me one more try
Under a big Texas sky
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9. |
On Fire for You
03:48
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On Fire for You
Give me hope
or drench this thirsty fire for you
take me home
these eyes, this heart desire for you
Give me breath
give me red instead of blue
let me drink
drench this burning fire for you
In a dream at last
we forget the past
but, it’s over before it’s through
so we only smile
for a precious while
in a dream where the cold winds blew
out the fire for you
The list of things I have to do
keeps my thoughts away from you
but for song, I wouldn’t make it through
my heart remains on fire for you
On fire for you
On fire for you
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10. |
Tragedy
04:43
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Tragedy
Hey, Mr. tragic, rock ‘n’ roll dude
you gotta be an asshole, you gotta be rude
you gotta suffer getting’ head, while you read the bad reviews
and if that’s as tragic as it gets, give me some tragedy too
Hey, Mr. Manic, cool, alternative guy
you’re hurtin’ and you know they’ll never understand why
the world is on your shoulders, so you market every cry
until your wallet pads the fall from your alternative sky
Hey, Mr. tragic, rock ‘n’ roll dude
Hey, Mr. tragic, rock ‘n’ roll dude
Hey, Mr. tragic, rock ‘n’ roll dude
Hey, Mr. tragic, rock ‘n’ roll dude
Hey, Mr. tragic, pop culture once was
tryin’ to stay hip, to recreate that buzz
but, like the hair from your head, once full, now thin
your art’s exciting as a game show, Mr. tragic has been
Hey, Mr. tragic, rock ‘n’ roll dude
you gotta act crazy, you gotta be shrewd
you gotta get yourself arrested, so you can make the nightly news
and if that’s as tragic as it gets, give me some rock ‘n’ roll too
Hey, Mr. tragic, rock ‘n’ roll dude
give me some tragedy too
Hey, Mr. tragic, rock ‘n’ roll dude
give me some tragedy too
Hey, Mr. tragic, rock ‘n’ roll dude
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11. |
Little Shitty Tune
03:41
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Little Shitty Tune
I wrote a catchy little shitty tune
With words like love and rain and moon
Now my happy little love affair is on the moneyed waves of air
and all the wealth is coming soon
From my catchy little shitty tune
Now my income exceeds my outcome
‘cause the words are worth more if they sound dumb
and the sound bites I supply now
sell the units faster and I’m worth more somehow
Somehow, I wrote a catchy little shitty tune
Born again lovers on their honeymoon
Now my happy little love affair is on the moneyed waves of air
and all the wealth is coming soon
From my catchy little shitty tune
I’m driving through my easy city
‘cause folks appreciate my two chord ditty
and the ladies love my butt now
I’ve become much more attractive, ain’t I somethin’ now
Everything I’ve got is somehow bigger now
I’m bigger now
I’m bigger now, I wrote a catchy little shitty tune
About rainy days and lost lagoons
Now my happy little love affair is on the moneyed waves of air
and all the wealth is coming soon
From my catchy little shitty tune
I wrote a song about my girlfriend
How we fell and split and fell in love again, again
and if you can sing it, you can sell it
You can fill your head up like a big balloon
Read a crystal ball tarot cards or runes
You can win the lottery
Or write a catchy little shitty tune
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12. |
Just Around the Corner
03:15
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Just Around The Corner
All my life I’ve searched for words and made them rhyme
but, lately I’ve been thinking it’s just a waste of my time
lack of funds and lack of sleep and lack of peace
makes me wonder if it’s all been just a tease
My time is spent arranging notes into rounds
the art is painting the emotions with the sounds
no one’s noticed, no one knows just what I do
it doesn’t matter if it’s fake or if it’s true
This can’t go on, this must go on
This can’t go on, this must go on
This can’t go on, this must go on
This can’t go on, this must go on
All my life I’ve searched for songs to fill the air
each one that finds me leads me closer to somewhere
somewhere beyond the average, ordinary and mundane
I’ll add the color and the texture to the plain
Just around the corner
I can see my smiling face
Just around the corner
I can sense the sunny days
Just around the corner
I can taste the freer times
Just around the corner
all that I feel will be mine
Just around the corner
Just around the corner
If you walk this way, you will find it
If you walk this way, you will find it
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13. |
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Back To The Wild
I can’t take another 30 second spot
telling me what I need and haven’t got
about another chemical or plastic food
to fill the space between the walls
of my head and body
Just another plan to make it right
just another black against the white
just another plan to tie the hands
of all the men under the man
above the flag, above God
Goin’ back to the wild
back to the wild
Goin’ back to the wild
back to the wild
I can’t take another deforestation
can’t take another fertilization
can’t take another liquidation
or fascination with radiation
I’ve had my ration of civilization
Goin’ back to the wild
back to the wild
Goin’ back to the wild
back to the wild
repeat 1st verse
repeat chorus
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Matt Kjeldsen Austin, Texas
With well over 1000 songs to his name and about one hundred independently produced and released albums over the past decades, Matt Kjeldsen is a veteran of the music industry and the eclectic Austin, Texas scene. His sound ranges in tone from irreverent to sublime, from angry to resigned, from simple tracks to grand soundscapes, from singer-songwriter to avant-garde groove designer. ... more
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