february

by the matthew show

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(invocation) 01:38
(written by the matthew show, BMI)
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Half the Man 06:41
(written by the matthew show, BMI) Shades of lying everywhere Shades of lying everywhere Shades of lying everywhere I go Though I'm trying everywhere Though I'm trying everywhere There's too much light to withhold And you don't fathom who we are We're next to no one, twice as far The walls around us, they show the scars Of who we were and what we are CHORUS 1: Were we ever made of stone I know that you won't deny it I am only half the man That I was long ago Shades of my life everywhere Shades of my life everywhere The doors are open everywhere I go See inside it everywhere See inside it everywhere The vulgar economics taking hold The song I sing to you today May not be what you thought I'd say The memory of who I thought I was Grows dim in my own hands because (CHORUS 1) CHORUS 2: Will we ever be so bold I know that you won't deny it I am only half the man That I was long ago Long ago I look into arresting eyes The compromise, it claimed me Sold my soul for a thousand pieces of gold And now it shames me And now it shames me And now it shames me (CHORUS) And are you watching from above (feeding time, animal time, the compromise it claimed me)
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Innocence 03:00
(written by the matthew show, BMI) I won't be offering grace for the fallen Grace for the living's much more hard to find And I won't be offering prayers for the virgins I'll save my protection for those with the need I won't be offering legs for the lapdog Or flowers for the "so long, good riddance, goodbye" And I won't be offering candy for the babies They'll need it much more when they open their eyes CHORUS: And I walk deeper in trenches And I keep a match out for bridges behind Every time I hear innocence die And I walk deeper in shadow And I keep an eye out for you in my mind Every time I hear innocence die
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(written by the matthew show, BMI) I’m in the cube, not on the stage I’m 31, I’ve got the impotent rage I play the lotto, I gotta win So I don’t have to do this shit again I eat the nougat, it’s my reward For waking up and coming here and being bored I coach the Yankees, from New Accounts I make the money so my wife’ll let me whip my pee-pee out I have a dream, it’s mine alone That me and her and the mortgage company own I know why the bird sings in the cage I’m 31, I’ve got the impotent rage Bought Krispy Kreme, went down real good Just like the monkey on my monkey said it would Turned on the news, it was Iraq My wife’s been in here changing stations, where my Jesus at? Well, here I am, on the road again Just like that piggytailed old hippie said And here I am, not on the stage I’m 31, I’ve got the impotent rage
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(written by the matthew show, BMI) West 4th Street ends badly Hits the promise head-on Ten years too late I come And I find the world's moved on And they use such a different ruler The one that tells you how to be cooler Than the ones you left behind You've measured your dreams, now you'll measure mine CHORUS 1: Don't ask me why I'm the king of the bastards And why my epitaph is plastered Right over my bed, as if someone had said, "This man once mattered" West Berry ends badly Hits the right note just wrong And you can wait all day for the train That the promise says will come And it sits and it sits like a kiss on the lips Of a fat, lying son of a bitch And it looks pretty good at night Till they turn on the ugly lights (CHORUS 1) CHORUS 2: And I've heard all the tunes and read all the letters But does it make it any better To be standing right here at the birth of a nearby Star in the sky
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(august) 01:19
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February 04:56
(written by the matthew show, BMI) February's hard to recover from It takes the most from me each time It took both grandfathers, and nearly more It stole my body for a time CHORUS: So come on by, spend your time Writing songs about the warmer climes The fingers claw outside the door They don't worry me anymore I'm killing time, killing time for the sun February fucks it up for everyone Puts you on your guard against the year Gives the hope of snow and brings you hail again And the hospital's white with frozen tears (CHORUS) And I won't be killing time for long When February says I'm done And I won't be killing time for long When February takes my tongue The winter makes a pact with everyone If you let me through, you'll get the Spring But you never find out till the game is up February offers no such thing (CHORUS)
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Anyway 05:18
(written by the matthew show and Micheal Preble, BMI) Don’t you try to go away It’s enough to make you stay Don’t you try to feel the sway It’s enough to make you say The things that you really want to say That no one really wants to hear anyway Don’t you try to really live It’s enough to make you die Don’t you try to make it fit It’s enough to make you lie In bed, and think of things you said That no one really wants to hear you say Anyway Don’t you try to tell the truth It’s enough to steal your youth Don’t you come to me like this It’s enough to make you wish You hid the things you never did When no one really would believe you anyway
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(written by Carl Finch and Little Jack Melody, No Class Music, BMI)
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(written by the matthew show, BMI)
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(written by the matthew show, BMI) You are lovely, though you don't know it And you probably never will I feel sorry, though I shouldn't be I only speak my mind, what can I do but speak my mind You don't want me, and you probably shouldn't But you saw things, the same things I see In the murky, misty darkness, bumping into someone's always Such a nice surprise, you don't want to let it go But I won't, not quite Because I think you need me right now If just to know that things aren't always as they seem And it's cold out here in this moonlight Of the world of one percenters every night You're the weird kid, & you never thought it Because of camoflauge that infrared can't crack But you're the weird kid, & I'm your guidebook, because your friends no longer understand Why you can't just just dream their dreams and stay the same But you won't, not quite And I hope you think of me When you find that things aren't always what they seem Because it's cold, so cold in this moonlight Of the world of one percenters every night Straighten up your room, "Always Vienna" fills the air Give it time, but not too much, you can't wait Everybody knows what they want, but no one will admit it I scream But I won't, not quite Because I can't live your life As if I was somehow given 21 again But it's cold, so cold in this moonlight That I hope that you'll remember me In times when no one else can see The world of one percenters every night
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(dignity) 01:33
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(written by the matthew show, BMI) The Skyline Hotel Lets out its luggage Waistbands and shopping bags Split at both ends They're boarding the big bus Takes 'em all somewhere Somewhere that doesn't look like hell Or Hell's Kitchen The Skyline Hotel Sits over the train tracks And next to the place where all The stroller-pushers live They've got a friend In old Wood-Cane Charlie Who stands in the middle of traffic And flags the M50 bus in The Empire State is red and green and gold tonight Something about a cause that someone thought was right The Empire State, it casts a glow upon 10th Avenue as if it's part of "Sleepless In Seattle" after all But the Skyline Hotel It watches the schoolkids The gangsta wanna-be's Their ho's, and Whitey, too But he's boarding the big bus Takes him off somewhere Somewhere that doesn't look like hell Or Hell's kitchen Yeah, Whitey's boarding the big bus Gonna take him off somewhere Somewhere that doesn't look like hell Or Hell's Kitchen
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(written by the matthew show, BMI)

about

When I began this album in 2005, I wanted to create something truly new. Inspired by documentary photographers like Walker Evans & Bill Brandt, as well as musicians with documentary tendencies such as my friend Paul Shapera of Mocha Lab, I set about creating an album of what I like to call docu-pop. February is the result.

I sat down with five friends, all of whom were in the place of reflection that comes with leaving your twenties behind, without quite knowing what to do with the unrealized dreams that accompanied them. The resulting dissonance was the subject of our conversations, which I recorded at length and pored through extensively in the following months. In doing so, I found wisdom, humor, insight, and often very surprising realizations. We tackled the nature of hope, disappointment, and ugly truth, all in the spirit of adapting George Orwell's "power of facing unpleasant facts" for the new millennium.

The same sorts of thoughts were shaping my songwriting at the time, and as I began recording the new songs, I matched them with pieces of the aforementioned conversations. What emerged was a case study of five people, each at critical points in their lives, asking the old question: Is that all there is? Accompanied by songs exploring the same territory, the album is as much a documentary as it is a collection of pop songs.

credits

released October 15, 2008

matthew - vocals, guitar, bass, keyboards, drum programming
Jeff Simms - backing vocals (2, 4, 8, 11, 15, 16), drums (6, 11)
Jason Jackson - backing vocals (2, 6, 15), bass (6, 11), guitar fills (6)
Nancy Giammarco - backing vocals (2, 13, 14, 15)
James Dunn - lead guitar (6, 16), banjo impression (6)
Kimberly Perry - drums (4)
Paul Shapera - keyboards (4, 8, 9)
Thea Brown - cello
Reggie Rueffer - violin
Little Jack Melody - upright bass (10)
Allyssa Lamb - backing vocals (12)
Emily Hurst - backing vocals (12)
Robbie Rist - backing vocals (16)
Ron Geida - guitar (16)
John Shook - bass (16)
Josh Clark - drums (16)

speakers (in order of appearance): Kimberly Perry, Paul Shapera, Doug Kwartler, Austin Kuebler, and Maja Ninkovic

Photography by Dean Hall. Cover star is the inimitable Preston Faggart. Cake by Albertson's. Layout by Janell Broyles.

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the matthew show Fort Worth, Texas

the matthew show's songs are acclaimed widely, as is his podcast series The Band That Never Was, a merging of story and song. He has been featured on NPR & PBS. He served as reader and composer for the Bonneville Stories audiobook by Mark Doyon, and co-produced Beth Brown's debut album I'm Not Matthew. He is also half of Ah Pook the Destroyer. ... more

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