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My Troubles Are Yours
04:20
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I’m so tired and you’re depressed
I’m doing my best but the house is a mess
Sometimes I don’t feel adequate
I feel selfish, self-less
All that’s left is hanging by a thread
I’m tightly wound at my loosest end
It’s hard, oh so hard to be present
All that I want is to be a good friend
We’re stuck inside and we’ve locked all the doors
All your sorrows are mine and all my troubles are yours
My fuse is short, my back is sore
I’m losing hope for the outside world
I need more sleep and I’m gaining weight
I’m burning out as I fade away
My self identity has got no shape
It’s a stained glass window that’s lost its faith
Those muted colours, it’s a crying shame
I’m looking forward to looking forward again
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You and You and You
03:01
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Spending my watch chasing birds in hand
Not minding the flock passing by overhead
Taking stock of dreams unplanned
Stirring the pot, over words left unsaid
What more shall I want?
When I have you & you & you
What else have I got?
Without you and you and you
My cup is full, yet I pine for its spill
Upset on the table into a puddle of milk
This street's straight and level but I climb it like a hill
If I make it to heaven I'll atone my sins still
Collecting my thoughts in an old cardboard box
Beneath piles of dust and unmatched socks
Memories caught, neither found nor lost
No matter what, forget me not
When the going gets hard, you follow your heart
What more should I want, what else have I got?
Forget me not, no matter what
No matter what forget me not
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Three Chords and a Lie
05:19
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9am, I’m feeling overwhelmed
Morning’s barely broken
Bleary-eyed, beneath crescent moonlight
While you slept tight, all through the night
Nothing’s making me upset
Everything is emptiness
I feel it within each breath
That I try to suppress
I’ll strum three chords and tell a lie
As long as you believe it, I’ll be alright
It’s hard to put up a front
When all you do is melt my heart
I always keep my sleeves rolled up,
Then there’s your name tattooed on my arm
I found a spot between my soul and my love
I can hardly even tell it’s there
Coming down from above like the song of a dove
An echo of a lonesome prayer
Words worn dull like ancient stones
Skip past my mouth towards the unknown
Unconcerned for the target thrown
Not sure how they landed so close to home
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4. |
A Silver Line
05:47
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Days go fast, but the nights are long
Don’t mind my complaint, I’m trying to carry on
I want to power through, but I’ve hit the wall
Gotta keep going, but it’s getting so hard
Time smooths down all the diamonds in the rough
So you can only see them shine
It sands down the edge when the going gets tough
Until all that’s left behind is a silver line
The smallest of slights can sometimes loom large
Objects in the distance aren’t really that far
Wishing they’re further behind then they are
They’re setting up camp in my own backyard
It’s a funhouse mirror through which we reflect
The ugly moments we’re meant to reject
Hidden deep down to where they collect
The dusty old cobwebs we try hard to forget
Hindsight’s best seen through shiny pink lenses
Over all the years you’ve laid down your defences
Muted at least a fifth of your senses
Redacted the words when you weren’t sure you that meant them
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Northern Colorado
04:49
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You ventured out for distant ground,
headed south to a college town
I already missed you before you were gone
And now I’m wishing you were Homeward Bound
Home is where your heart is
Home is in your soul
Home was in the Foot Hills
Of Northern Colorado
Lying low down in the valley, learning the lay of the land
Holding our love tight in an otherwise empty hand
Floating mile-high through the cold, thin air
In a waking dream ‘til I finally meet you there
Gasping for breath, not enough time to take it all in
Some tales come to an end before they begin
Now I’m standing here alone, on a ship headed astern
We can’t call it a home until you’ve made your return
Silently, your true love waits
For destiny to tempt its fate
Counting down the endless days
Until I can see your smiling face
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Sense of Self
06:11
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The first thing they heard was the beat of your heart
So they loved you forever right from the start
Rocked asleep by the song of your breath
You knew they were perfect before you ever met
Your sense of self gets lost in their smell
Touch your nose to their head and all is well
You feel them close, deep down in your bones,
They hold the world steady when it rattles your soul
The first thing they ate was the milk from your breast
Then came the bittersweet taste of gradual disconnect
You laboured in vain all night and all day
While I sat alone searching for the right things to say
Blood drained and pale, exhausted from hours of pain,
The first sight they saw was your smiling face
You weren’t ready, it was impossible to prepare
For the connection between, the bond that you share.
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Matt Gower Ottawa, Ontario
For over 20 years, Matt Gower has been involved in the Ottawa music community. In that time, Matt has performed with Garage Folk band Capital Grass and the No Men, folk duo Fathom the Sea as well as solo gigs around the National Capital Region. Along Matt’s musical journey, a constant thread has held true: nothing carries more meaning than connecting with an audience through the power of song. ... more
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