The Runes​-​-​Lost Songs

by Matt Kjeldsen and The Runes

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1.
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
2.
Ugliness 04:09
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
3.
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
4.
Island Bed 04:16
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
5.
What a Fool 05:11
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:
6.
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
7.
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
8.
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
9.
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
10.
Tragedy 04:43
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
11.
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
12.
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
13.
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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Lost Songs (1998), the debut release by The Runes was a major accomplishment for the band because it was recorded in the garage with a Roland VS 880. Much was learned, but unfortunately using the new technology also proved to be costly. Three songs were completely wiped from the hard drive just before completion. Thus, the title.
Partial list of the songs: Big Texas Sky, Island Bed, On Fire for You, Little Shitty Tune, Back To The Wild and You When You Were Real

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released July 4, 1998

All instruments and vocals by The Runes: Matt Kjeldsen, Jimmy Holloway, Carrie Miller, Brian Collins and Julie Carlton. Produced by Matt Kjeldsen.

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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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