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Station
00:31
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Instrumental
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2. |
Demolition Plot J-7
02:34
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Slow-mo
Demolition Plot J-7
Planned by the secretary for the side of the hill
Near the window that’s been glued shut
Next to the ceiling fan that doesn’t move to much
They’re Slow-mo
They’re Slow-mo
Air conditioned bugs can’t help me now
They’re Slow-mo
They’re Slow-mo
You all cannot help me now
The cool kids are ahead my lungs burnt out
They’re slow-mo
Demolition Plot J-7
For the side of the hill where I keep my soul
It’s a good place to get some thinking done
You all are not a part of my fun
They’re Slow-mo
They’re Slow-mo
Air conditioned bugs can’t help me now
They’re Slow-mo
They’re Slow-mo
You all cannot help me now
The cool kids are ahead my lungs burnt out
They’re slow-mo
Yeah they stole it
They stole it
Stole my precious time
Yeah they stole it
they stole it
wings that made me fly
And yeah I wasted
I wasted it all on you
It’s true
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Where is my love
I’ve been waiting for so long
Where is my love
I’ve been waiting all alone
I’ve been walking down these streets
I’ve been sleeping alone underneath these sheets
I don’t think I’ll ever come to find her
Where is my love
I’ve been waiting for so long
Where is my love
I’ve been waiting all alone
I’ve been feeling rather homeless
I’ve been feeling rather aged
I don’t think this feeling will ever change
I’ve been wandering through opium dens
I have Oscar Wilde all of my friends
I have strapped shoes to these feet
I’m gonna wander until I fall asleep
Don’t think I’ll ever be complete
I’ll jump at the chance
Anything for romance
Where is my home
It was here, but not anymore
Where is my home
I don’t know anymore
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4. |
Nightwood
00:27
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Instrumental
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5. |
My Girl is a Map
01:49
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My girl is a map
She waits in four corners and traverses oceans
But always leads me back
Longitude it is nothing new to her
My girl she traverses oceans
My girl’s a map
My girl she’s a star
I’m a sailor at night in rough waters she always knows just where we are
And when I’m afraid she is always there for me
My girl she lights the night
My girl’s a star
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6. |
Rain on a Cactus
03:13
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Run from the devil in my ear
I’m not suppose to be here
I prefer Sundays
I prefer just hanging around
Run from those flashing lights
Those cops are out to get us they wanna fight
I’ll never turn over
I’ll never stop running
And there’s no rush
Those cops are always out to get us
I want rain
I want flowers
I want rain
I want flowers
for once, for once
Run till you can’t run no more
I’m out of control
I wanted the ocean
I went for the city
I want rain
I want flowers
I want rain
I want flowers
for once, for once
And all these flowers are free
I want rain
I want flowers
I want rain
I want flowers
for once, for once
Turn off the radio I wanna daydream the day away
Turn off the radio I wanna daydream the day away
away
away
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7. |
You're not an Airport
01:55
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I don’t care anymore
You bring me down but not anymore
I think you’re rude I don’t care for your attitude
Because I don’t care anymore
The race has yet to come
You’re not an airport you’re not a sun
And if I go there I won’t stay there
Couldn’t buy the way it feels
Couldn’t steal the way I heal
Couldn’t lead the way I want
Couldn’t decide what she’s not
But I don’t care anymore
This is not my home
But really don’t care anymore
I am here
I am here
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8. |
I Know I'm a Boxer
03:29
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I know I’m a boxer
But I think that i’m my own bag
The blood on my lips is the same as the blood on my hands
I know I’ve got a dusty soul
I know I’m too heavy for my bed
I know there’s something not right going on in my head
Another night of cigarettes again
Another dream that’s leaved out in my head
Another night of cigarettes again
I know I’m a boxer
But I think I’ve fallen one two many times
Stay there for days on the floor beneath this glove
I know I’ve got a heavy head
I know I’ve got a bitter heart
I know all of these grudges will tear me apart
I went to Ireland and died
I went to the east coast to live but it only made me cry
And now I’m headed back home
Tattooed with bruises on my face
And a broken nose
I know I’m a boxer with too much blood on my hands
I know I’m a boxer stay away from me if you can
I know I’m a boxer with too much blood on my hands
I know I’m a boxer stay away from me if you can
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9. |
Forwards
00:57
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Going out tonight but sleeping in the hay
Couldn’t bear to make them stay
Waking up tomorrow with whiskers in my hair
Couldn’t bare to make em care
And only a few have a clue
Let’s just go get out of here
Go and fight away those tears
Let’s just think about tomorrow
All my dreams come from sorrows
We’re going forwards
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10. |
Libra
00:33
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"I don't know how to stop doing this..."
"I dunno we can just fade it out."
"Yeah."
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Matt McLean Chicago, Illinois
Born in rural Nepal, Matt Rupert McLean became a lonely mountain dweller, perfecting the art of Judo, corporate espionage, and tantric sex before moving to Chicago hoping to fulfill his dream of dancing for the mayor. Until then, here are some songs.
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