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Scott Matthews
Scott Matthews




Альбом Scott Matthews


Passing Stranger (05.10.2006)
05.10.2006
1.
Little Man Tabla Jam Part 1
2.
Dream Song
3.
4.
Eyes Wider Than Before
5.
Blue In The Face Again
6.
7.
8.
Prayers
9.
Musical Interval
10.
Still Fooling
11.
City Headache
12.
Nylon Instrumental
13.
14.
15.
16.
Little Man Tabla Jam Part 2
17.
Bruno Finale
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Little Man Tabla Jam Part 1

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Dream Song

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Oh friend child
what hell with the innocent smile
In a drains state
filled his breath blow right out the gate

losing disbelief
seen his laugh from way down the street
finds it hard to breath
when your a shot from a dead end sleeve?

yeyhee

i only wince at your hell
i was paid to except what was dead
like a fool i've been fooling myself
fool like no one else
i'll be the mars?
losing all control for sure
i'm in debt with pain
i can't bleed no more

If the morning sun
fills your eyes and it's sun in your laws?
see the clouds face
raise a smile to the cries that he hates
only time will tell
if the rose isn't red anymore
and expresses are blank
then you know who to thank
who to thank who to thank

i only wince at your hell
i was paid to except what was dead
like a fool i've been fooling myself
fool like no one else
i'll be the mars?
losing all control for sure
i'm in debt with pain
i can't bleed no more

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Eyes Wider Than Before

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Blue In The Face Again

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Say pretty now watch the wishes fall,
Way patient now never learn till you call.
Silence so sweet feel the dreams unfold,
I awake in my sleep and it's you I hold.
Oh oh I gaze at the way that the colours merge into a beautiful view,
But nothing compares to the path that i tread on now,
And I'm led into,
the rise to my senses I follow the sweet -scented figure I tasted now,
Taste I can only describe as a dream I once had
It tastes so good.
Surmise my soul to the depths of your waves.
Under lock and key is the feeling i crave.
Sooner we ache with the touch of your skin.
You're living proof that there's healing within.

Oh oh I gaze at the way that the colours merge into a beautiful view
But nothing compares to the path that I tread on now
And I'm led into,
the rise to my senses I follow the sweet -scented figure I tasted now
Taste I can only desribe as a dream I once had
It tastes so good

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See the sign up ahead it calls out your name, its a meaningful sign but it makes no sense.
Saw you pass on through with only one shoe and a mystified mind with an angel for a guide.
There's a destiny song that's meant for me but I'm weary of the soles of my innocent feet.
Like a single site you know it;s all you got, so be sure to aim true with your eyes on full view.
There's nobody you can accuse, the mirror reflects upon truth and from inside I feel bruised.
The mask that I wear is unsure, unable to find a known cure so I hide for evermore.

I'm a passing stranger with a name i can't remember I am going blind from the dust in my eyes.

but the ground back home seems so far away and I'm coughing up my lungs, but I

I know I've gotta stay.

I'm mving slow wiht nowhere to go its on the sign with one mle to dine. It takes a little time, and I'm barely a liove but i with the shortgqe of breath.

the coffe syou sold me is cold, the paper I;, reading is old and that smile is not your own

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Prayers

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Musical Interval

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Still Fooling

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City Headache

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Nylon Instrumental

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She's a gambler spinning wheels,
A poison victim but look of steel.
The coldest hearts you've ever felt,
The coldest hands you've ever held.

Taking down, on your way.
A million miles, still no headway.
As I learn to live long,
In a mind I'm proud to roam.

She's elusive and I'm awake,
You're finally real, there's nothing fake.
A mystery now to me and you,
Open my eyes and I'm next to you.
She said my destiny lies in the hands that set me free.

A reckless night, she hears me breathe,
Cursing the sky at this company.
They lost the wisdom deep inside,
When bitterness shows it's side.

If it's true, I am doomed,
What more is there to hold on to?
A strand of her hair is all I own,
A gift to me, this sorry soul.

She's elusive and I'm awake,
You're finally real, there's nothing fake.
A mystery now to me and you,
Open my eyes and I'm next to you.
She said my destiny lies in the hands that set me free.

The sun in sails, and this ain't right.
There's more to her than meets the eye.
She comes and goes at any time,
Back in my head at another time.

She's elusive and I'm awake,
You're finally real, there's nothing fake.
A mystery now to me and you,
Open my eyes and I'm next to you.
She said my destiny lies in the hands that set me free

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This velvet-lined silver box
Rests with me around the clock
Through coloured glass, a piercing dawn
Through broken glass I watch the night fall

Conflict looms in a blood-red sky
A child cries seeking mother’s eyes
Just a fleeting sound of silence please
The day must end praying on your knees

Tired of waiting for the earth to calm
We huddle together and pray for no harm
The flickering light signals the alarm
Oh please don’t let it be me
Oh please don’t let it be me

Trying hard to stay awake
I’m running fast trying to make the last gate
But lo and behold here I stand
Out of time with my head in my hands

The sweat runs down my desperate face
I’m stumbling on my old rotten legs
The heavy winds build strong their walls
Push me back, no joy at all.

Tired of waiting for the earth to calm
We huddle together and pray for no harm
The flickering light signals the alarm
Oh please don’t let it be me
Oh please don’t let it be me

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Breathe a sigh of relief, we’re not all hiding under the sheets.
Mother’s son, beautifully dressed, but walks the streets only in his vest.
I’m here again, nothing’s changed, I’m flying through on my drifting plain.
And I graced the earth with my views, you don’t wanna hear well that’s up to you.

Say what you want about me, cos I don’t believe what I read so I don’t mind,
you see you have no clue of where I’m going to.

White feathered medicine is what I crave, and all’s forgiven.
And their fragile wings and delicate cries comfort me and my bleeding eyes.

See beyond a weary face, you’re all the same and there’s a pretty little face.
It says nothing to me about who I am, I’ve got nothing to burn only your sorry hands.

Time to put a stop to it. I had to put up with it. Now I’m sick and tired of it so
take your views to some other avenue.

I don’t care, do as you please, your crying face and begging on your knees.
I know what to do, so leave me be. I’ve got this feeling it could be the death of me.
I circle round the view I’m in. I wait for days, my patience wearing thin.
And I wait for you, tirelessly, nothing gained I just fall to sleep.

So you’re writing a letter now, I’m taking a look, while you’re signing with kisses and talk of how much you want to help me write and I ride into the sky

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Little Man Tabla Jam Part 2

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Bruno Finale

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