1. |
Myself Again
05:15
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The morning arrives
The realisation still inside
Will I ever get back home?
Every feather floats alone
Day after day
The clock is ticking and winding away
Where are you tonight?
I can still hear the chimes
Oh why oh why
What I’ve got in the end
Is a life to try and mend
All I need is a chance to be myself again
What I’ve got in the end
Is a life to try and mend
And all I need is to be myself again
I cry to the sound
Of a place I should be around
Oh that endless rage inside of me
Will I ever rest in peace?
You all seem so blind
Yet the truth hangs between your eyes
Please help me come through
And I’ll come back to you
I’m just a feather that floats all alone
I am scared
Falling unknown disappear like a breath in the air
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2. |
Obsession Never Sleeps
04:42
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Driving anywhere, just anywhere to get there
Asleep at the wheel with one eye wide awake
The moon’s well into its dream
As I ride inside a fuelled blood stream
Anywhere at anytime it thrives on
Filling my empty side
Unable to rest
Unwilling to stay behind
Insisting you take it everywhere
Like a cancerous cry
I adore you. It’s you that I idolize
I’ll live and die for you
As we strive for the morning’s high
Obsession never sleeps
You wake with it caressing your cheek
Just how can you ignore
The one thing you would die for?
You’re my enemy, my saviour
And my ever ruling dictator
That summons my thoughts towards
My infatuation
But a fatal fate awaits the greedy hand
Who’s bullied alone night and day
By their own demands
I adore you. It’s you that I idolize
I’ll live and die for you
And kill for the evening’s high
But it will never be the happiness you once had
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3. |
Ballerina Lake
04:35
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The boat on the lake is always frozen in time
The winter descends as she can hear motorbikes
But every time the engine always dies
As the wheels spin her tears turn to ice
He’s been gone seven years but still the bike remains
Under the frost of ballerina lake
Ballerina why do you dance so sad?
You’re fulfilling the dream that he never got to see you have
Awakes and sleeps only with memories
They kiss her every night on her head
Like little notes of things he said to remind her
He’s alive and well inside her body
But what’s a memory without a life?
It doesn’t fill her empty side
In their room she’ll reminisce behind a widow’s gaze
Lying on the bed imagining he’s awake
She’s wearing his clothes scented with all their highs
As the musical box is playing ballerina chimes
The perfect end holds a place very dear by her side
The motorbike revs and she can taste the ride
Cracks appear as she pirouettes
Into the lake’s tears she leapt and never came back
Awakes and sleeps only with memories
They kiss her every night on her head
Like little notes of things he said to remind her
He’s alive and well inside her body
But what’s a memory without a life?
It doesn’t fill her empty side
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4. |
Bad Apple
04:59
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Bad apple, rotten and dried
You can taste the demise in the bite
No friends, you barely begun
The worm and his army’s arrived
You wished the branch that grew strong
Would’ve helped you along in the queue
Instead you’re left on your own
Wasted and tasteless are you
Stagnate with infested regret
No longer a taste to pursue
I fell some time ago
I wasn’t ready to roll and be bruised
My core’s been under attack
And the thing that I lacked was a shield
No fight and unable to cry
Cause my juices had dried in the field
Oh well…
I land my feet in the dirt
So is this the moment for me?
To take root and cast a shade in the sun
And rise like a big apple tree
Oh well maybe it’s meant to be
Buried amongst dead leaves
Biding my time ‘til the dirt takes hold of me
It was hell but now there’s a tale to tell
The sun sent a card to get well
The bad apple’s broken the spell
Bad apple rotten and dried
That’s what they used to call me
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5. |
So Long My Moonlight
04:28
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“The planet you’re on means way more to you than here”
That’s what she slurred as her lover just blurs
And slips out of frame as her focus gets worse
He’s craving a curious taste
Out on the prowl pushing hard through the crowd
A dilution of his former self
As the last of the purity drips from his spout
In these dizzy confines of a merry go round
Coughs a city draped in bellows of smoke
And it’s high time he entered the mind of someone else
To see what it’s like
So long, my moonlight
I won’t write
I have to ride and I won’t have time to send you any message
Cause the transplant of my mind is wreckage I refuse to exhume
Dipping your toes in a city swimming with sharks
Careful now not to go in too deep
The lullaby drone of a nearby phone
Doesn’t penetrate the wall of your drunken drawl
Trapped is the change that you fight to digest
As you lose sight of what you’ve become
Your misery’s complete as the last of your friends
Draw away an indifferent hand
And forgets who you are
So long false moonlight
I won’t lie
I have to confide in the haven and the comfort of my own mind
Cause the one I occupy treats me so unkind every time
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6. |
Head First Into Paradise
05:23
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Heaven pinned a medal on your chest for bravery
In the face of the fight
As you bathe another wound from the battle you lose
Your faith takes a nosedive
There’s so much that we don’t talk about
If only I could hear those words that avoid your mouth
I could speak up for you
Now I watch as you tread away
Your head’s afloat for another day
Do you ever feel you’re running blind?
Heading into nowhere and sailing without wind
As the doubts remain
Cause you’re sick and tired of worrying about tomorrow
When today’s not even started and it’s a blink of a day you glimpse
If you were given the key
Would you leave me a note at first light?
As you go head first into paradise
Stringing up your shoes with the bad luck blues
Your feet don’t know which way to turn
Untouched by wind or sun you’re exposing
A core that’s starting to burn
There’s so much that I never see
If only I could borrow your eyes and take a peek
I could keep watch for you
Now I watch as you grip the reins
And take control of a blinded horse led astray
Do you ever feel your heart’s been denied
Of happy ever endings amidst a fading light?
I think it’s time for change
Cause I want you to wake not worrying about tomorrow
I know I want to be just like you except without the losing streak
So when you’re given the key
Will you leave me a note at first light?
As you go head first into paradise
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7. |
Walking Home In The Rain
05:37
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Walking home in the rain
These sullen city lights ingrained
In my rooted heart that always jump-starts
It’s barely beating
She pierced like the rising sun
As my dead end feelings became overrun
Like a wild flame’s undying blaze
Arousing my brain
I remembered
This could be the night
That shines a flashlight into my grave
She works her way inside
As the search for life ups the game
As the explosion of emotion
Blows the notion that I’m dead inside
I retaliate against the life
That hid the key and locked me up inside
Pining eyes greet the daylight scared
I dreamt of nothing as my hunger for you wept
Don’t starve the morning of last night’s memory
Cause the greed overwhelms for her
Can I be your endless thought somehow?
Cause I’ve traded all of mine for yours now
This is our beginning from an ending paralysed
That’s growing under sullen city lights
You have me solely
I’ll suffocate this city
Just so we can breathe in all the life
In the explosion of emotion I’m the drug
To take away your pain
But I never want to be the overdose
That becomes way too much to take
As we’re walking home in the rain
I’ll love you until the end and beyond…
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8. |
Echoes Of The Lonely
04:05
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Last night I woke
Nothing familiar only feelings that I was alone
In a room in the dark
What if the dreamer dies?
Tomorrow’s sky will abandon every piercing light
And hang like smoke in a closed room
The tube light in the street flickers away
I pocket every flash and place it somewhere safe
As I drown in my sleep
The hotel room echoes of the lonely
As I wane under stiff cold sheets
The party thrives from the copious amounts of binging eyes
Unlike mine that are trying to find you
It’s 4am and the dirty room’s stained
The door closes as the creek of the hinge
Spills me out of my bed ache
So I go wandering
Downstairs smells of damp cigarettes
And all that’s dispensed is a thought from the vending machine
Telling me I need to bar the obscene from the remainder of my dream
The drunks that slur the street trickle away
As they pocket one night stands in a dim lit place
As I drown in my sleep
The hotel room echoes of the lonely
As I wane under stiff cold sheets
The party dies and the copious amounts of sadness
Hide in my eyes until the alarm wakes me…
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Long and cold breathe the nights
This sacred bin is our TV for the night
The flames swallow all that we discard
Thrown amongst the burnable
Are the stories many tell to warm the eyes
And hearts of the starved
The new fish on the line reels in
And wants to know about the man who
Had everything in the palm of his hand
But then lost it all
Cause the whirlwind of his greed
Swept away the only love he had
The cold exposed my battle scars
The nights unfolded feeding hearts
Of strangers who were eager to believe
But I can never find a way
Of shedding light on the darkest days
So I’ll just sit here waiting for you
I’ll just sit here hungry for you
As the glowing embers shield the frost
And the bitterness hits our silhouettes
My mouth is the only thing that thaws
From the heated angry sorry tales
That resonate this hollow empty jail
Never finding the door cause
Somebody stole the light from me
And I couldn’t see
There was no end in sight for me
To escape this criminal embrace
So now I melt in the arms of a fire that’s dying
The cold exposed my battle scars
The nights unfolded feeding hearts
Of strangers who were eager to believe
But I can never find a way
Of shedding light on the darkest days
So I’ll just sit here waiting for you
I’ll just sit here hungry for you
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10. |
Piano Song
06:02
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“I’ll take this room”
She’s lookin’ to start anew and dispose of her traits
Washing her hands of tomorrow cause she knows it’ll be the same
I’ll meet a new face
One that can show me a trace of a change in me
And smother the shadow that I form
In a blanket of harmony
I’m a stranger here, oh dear
What now?
She never wanted to be
A leaf on the family tree
Walking a road that will lead
To a place she has already seen
So bare so bold
She feels the rush of the night
With no baggage to tow
And no sign of a trail behind
As the roots of your tree
Are relying as ever to feed off what you seek
How long until the roots break?
How long before the shame?
How long until she surrenders to the boy with no name?
I’m a stranger here, oh dear
What now?
She never wanted to be
A leaf on the family tree
Taking a road that will lead
To a life she had already seen
With the curtains drawn
She feels the kick of the night
With no rogue to hold
Your unborn’s kicking the life
Out of you as you scream
Fearing what the night delivers when you sleep
Mother’s got you in your dreams
Mother’s got you it’s okay
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Scott Matthews UK
Scott's ground-breaking debut album, Passing Stranger earned serious critical acclaim, with his first single ‘Elusive’
winning the Ivor Novello for ‘Best Song Musically and Lyrically’.
His eighth studio release, Restless Lullabies due for release in April 2023 is of the purist acoustic delicacy, cementing Matthews’ undeniable mastery as one of our greatest songsmiths.
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