The Apple Unbitten

by Matthew Dunn

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1.
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
2.
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
3.
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
4.
War Crimes 03:30
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
5.
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
6.
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
7.
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
8.
Paper Burns 03:14
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
9.
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
10.
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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With no plans to release anything else this year, this album was written during a period of inspiration after receiving a file full of lyrics from my brother. Writing in this way pushes the music and the melodies in a different direction from when I'm writing from scratch. There are a lot of angular post punk riffs and strange chord choices but with melody at the forefront.

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released October 13, 2022

Matthew Dunn - Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Drum Programming, Synths
Blaine Vogt - Vocals on tracks 5,6,8
Lyrics - Jamie Dunn

Mixed and Mastered by Marvin at Tide Studios

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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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