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The Apple Unbitten
02:20
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Baffled by Passivity
Bewildered by action
Or a lack of a finale
As if my life's erected in chalk
The apple unbitten in the palm of your hand
Lips sewn shut with all good intentions
The truth sighs, sheltered, withered in the dawn
Innocence next in the village square
Damaged reputations
Dangerous associations
Dream big like children
Treated like weeds in a flower bed
The apple unbitten in the palm of your hand
Lips sewn shut with all good intentions
The truth sighs, sheltered, withered in the dawn
Innocence next in the village square
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2. |
Hand Carved Castles
03:19
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All these flies buzzing around your head
Killed by the things you said
Torture yourself instead of them
Lets go to war again
And Bobby please don't leave this
Don't leave it all behind
And Bobby please don't leave us
With these acid rain clouds
Now here we go again
The mind gets overweight
With stolen research in sepia suits
From traitor to martyr
And Bobby please don't leave this
Don't leave it all behind
And Bobby please don't leave us
With these acid rain clouds
Hand carved castles
Lets go to war
Hand carved castles
Lets go to war
And Bobby please don't leave this
Don't leave it all behind
And Bobby please don't leave us
With these acid rain clouds
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Boathouse at Laugharne
03:56
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Dust filled living rooms
A mess of wooden crates
Full of your words and worlds
All used and abused of late
The streets lined randomly
Virgin white covered stone
Claustrophobic
Tiny doorways for tiny souls
Contradictions are plenty
Inspiration is drowned
Green and blue inviting
The most epic of all tides
The most epic of all tides
I could pin you to the wall
like the wings of a moth
Freezer frame you in the breeze
Or pressed like a fresh flower
Frogs carry the burden
As I applaud the prettiness
The wonder, the lost myth
It makes a nice change from this
Contradictions are plenty
Inspiration is drowned
Green and blue inviting
The most epic of all tides
The most epic of all tides
Contradictions are plenty
Inspiration is drowned
Green and blue inviting
The most epic of all tides
The most epic of all tides
It was the most beautiful day
To lose sight of it all
A lone rowing boat glued to the mudflats
Just like me, going nowhere, neither wanting to
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War Crimes
03:30
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Sports stadiums and field hospitals
The ice rink you learnt to skate when you were young
Nothing untouched and no comforting
Can't even repent or confess any sin
The world heals itself
Turn water brown to blue
The sky is empty above you
For the first time
We've put a price on our lives
These are our war crimes
As the dust settles on those who hold still
Passing a law never to be alone
Eyes are square now, taste buds are tasteless
Shaped to comfort will I be the last to know?
The world heals itself
Turn water brown to blue
The sky is empty above you
For the first time
We've put a price on our lives
These are our war crimes
And they hold a group sigh
For they failed behind lies
I hear Gods mocking cry
These are our war crimes
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Frost bite on fingertips
Wave to white flag to my lonely wars
Beat me with sticks and stones
I don't feel anything anymore
Asylum or assumption
I just don't feel like I did before
Look into my dead eyes
They are vacant
Horror scare me like I'm still a child
And the sadness, I beg of you to make me cry
And darkness, stop bleeding into my light
Bleeding into my light
Just talking to myself again
Sometimes I like to ignore
Put padlocks on everything
And keep tight and keep strong
Horror scare me like I'm still a child
And the sadness, I beg of you to make me cry
And darkness, stop bleeding into my light
Bleeding into my light
Horror scare me like I'm still a child
And the sadness, I beg of you to make me cry
And darkness, stop bleeding into my light
Horror scare me like I'm still a child
And the sadness, I beg of you to make me cry
And darkness, stop bleeding into my light
Bleeding into my light
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6. |
All is Not Dead
04:26
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All functional but failed to fit
We take the kitsch and sugar it
Blessed by the truth
Blessed by the hurt
Blessed by some ancient curse
As we ask ourselves what's the beauty worth?
All is not dead
Fall to the floor and worship it
All is not dead
They're simply demolished
Left empty, rotting and derelict
And just like fruit we peel our skin
As our enthusiasm slips away
The son of hope
The son of love
The son of all of us
As we build our shrine where green meets grey
All is not dead
Fall to the floor and worship it
All is not dead
They're simply demolished
Left empty, rotting and derelict
Our architecture truly reflects as a mirror
As we lay our foundations and build our way up to the sun
Sold as sea views, we fall into bed and stare straight ahead
We are all guilty, life can be so cruel until the end
All is not dead
Fall to the floor and worship it
All is not dead
They're simply demolished
Left empty, rotting and derelict
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7. |
Bears in China
03:09
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Electric letters
Handwriting forgotten
Phone calls with no voices
We don't even notice anymore
Our breath is so minty
Our words are so shameful
Cheap late deals, healthy fast food
Now all our trees are handheld
Well where are your angels?
With harps and advert jingles
That make you smile
Keep you from harm
You ask too many questions
You make my heart bleed at 22
We are the bears in China
Your hair changes colour
Falling tears on cold shoulders
I even eat vegetables
Make a difference, donate organs and tinned foods
Well where are your angels?
With harps and advert jingles
That make you smile
Keep you from harm
You ask too many questions
You make my heart bleed at 22
We are the bears in China
Well where are your angels?
With harps and advert jingles
That make you smile
Keep you from harm
You ask too many questions
You make my heart bleed at 22
We are the bears in China
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8. |
Paper Burns
03:14
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Take a look at myself
I can't change everything
Talking sense to myself
About distant yesterdays
Am I insane?
Have I fallen lame?
Am I a glitch on the sun?
I pour another coffee cup
I feel like a parked car
Still carrying the dirt from a thousand miles away
I feel like a parked car
Still carrying the dirt
My throat like paper burns
I like to read but I never seem to learn
No matter how much it hurts
We all realise just what we are worth
I have no secrets left
And all my lies smell of truth
On the busiest of days
I have nothing to do
I am a smile
A smile away from crying again today
All these evil things I've done
Will I ever feel sorry for them again?
I feel like a parked car
Still carrying the dirt from a thousand miles away
I feel like a parked car
Still carrying the dirt
My throat like paper burns
I like to read but I never seem to learn
No matter how much it hurts
We all realise just what we are worth
I feel like a parked car
Still carrying the dirt from a thousand miles away
I feel like a parked car
Still carrying the dirt
My throat like paper burns
I like to read but I never seem to learn
No matter how much it hurts
We all realise just what we are worth
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Comfort me, open arms spread wide
Sagging pock marked skin stretched too tight
Melted marrow bone, stained yellow teeth
All faith runs dry because of me
Because of me
Filling red wine glasses and breaking bread
I look to the sky to see what Gods are left
Yet we bruise our knees
I will burn hell in its own flames
In its own flames
Everybody has a story and a scream
I don't know you from Eve I guess Adams not me
Make me want to bite the inside of my mouth
Spoon feed myself and no one else
And no one else
Filling red wine glasses and breaking bread
I look to the sky to see what Gods are left
Yet we bruise our knees
I will burn hell in its own flames
In its own flames
Filling red wine glasses and breaking bread
I look to the sky to see what Gods are left
Yet we bruise our knees
I will burn hell in its own flames
In its own flames
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Hello R Mr Kalanta
We teethe until we can bite
We grow until we are so small
Building our lives just like we are told
I will burn brighter than a million suns
I will burn brighter than a million suns
Life can grow in the smallest of rock pools
Lined up green and silent with envy
I have seen Gods face so perilous and empty
I see Dwyer in myself
I see Dwyer in myself
Do you see?
I can't learn to even shoot straight
I become life then I become death
How I would love to just be nineteen years of age again
Erase my name and bury my face
I will burn brighter than a million suns
I will burn brighter than a million suns
Life can grow in the smallest of rock pools
Lined up green and silent with envy
I have seen Gods face so perilous and empty
I see Dwyer in myself
I see Dwyer in myself
Do you see?
Life can grow in the smallest of rock pools
Lined up green and silent with envy
I have seen Gods face so perilous and empty
I see Dwyer in myself
I see Dwyer in myself
Do you see?
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Matthew Dunn Cardiff, UK
I am a singer songwriter from Cardiff, Wales and I’ve been writing songs since I joined my first band at 16. My influences include Manic Street Preachers, Seattle Grunge, Springsteen etc. My music varies from riff heavy rock to piano driven pop with the one constant being my love for an anthemic chorus. I write, record and mix everything myself in my home studio in Cardiff ... more
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