FREE MUSIC

by Matt Duncan

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1.
If I let it all go What would there be left for you and me? I'm a workshop, not a factory It's not harvest home What were you wanting to know? It's just a work week and a running joke Don't need a favorite or a drunken poke I can be unseen Mic me up Tell you what I know Mic me up Gonna take it slow Tonight we'll play in the snow There's always room for one more souvenir Oh what a gas, another golden year Let the record show Mic me up Tell you what I know Mic me up Gonna take it slow
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Night Job 03:38
Night job, night job... Sunset on my window sill Island of many hills Deepest darkest Midtown still I like it Hypnotic sound and light Another public fight Now cock your head stage right Just like that No matter what goes wrong You always know that you can sing along at your Night job, night job... Marx and Lenin, leather and lace A little leg and a lot of face Now gone without a trace My night job Cold, clever, queen of the stage Keeps her man inside of a cage I remember you were all the rage My night job No matter what went wrong I always knew that I could hum along at my Night job Night job, night job...
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On Hold 01:28
4.
Light Bright 03:36
Deep in the center of my island Underneath the sand and snow I been working on a dream so dim It’s just a shadow of a glow Overhead it’s only starlight The moon is nervous, moon is new A little mystery is alright All I ask's a little clue Light bright, sunshine undercover Light bright, burning through the night Light bright, sunshine undercover Light bright, wanna do it right Out in the corner of my vision I saw a place I thought I knew It's just a message from a world gone by Just exactly out of view What’s coming round is always going Start moving counter to the flow When I see wheel is slowing Well I guess that’s when I’ll know Light bright, sunshine undercover Light bright, burning through the night Light bright, sunshine undercover Light bright, wanna do it right Wanna do it right Wanna do it right Light bright, sunshine undercover Light bright, burning through the night Light bright, sunshine undercover Light bright, wanna do it right
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Waking Up 03:41
Paper spent, a lover's bent Burn it all, I'm still flattered On our own, campfire cologne Ashes cold, but not scattered Waking up, waking up Waking up's not coming down Dreams are lent, not heaven sent Troubadours and screen idols Morning sun, the night's all done Winter breeze, cold and vital Waking up, waking up Waking up's not coming down Morning sun, the night's all done A body's work is never over World is green, unsung, unseen Dandelions and three-leaf clover Waking up, waking up Waking up's not coming down
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What did you say? I must have drifted away To some fine day When we can see all the gray Were we talking about the ties that bind? Feels like we talk about them all the time Guess we could have been talking about anything In a dream I am floating from the screen In a dream all is only as it seems In a dream I am floating from the screen Somewhere in between All through the night Somebody's lost in the fight The shades drawn tight But I can't keep out the light Everywhere I feel the ties that bind Closing tighter on me all the time And I'm really not feeling anything In a dream we are floating from the screen In a dream all is only as it seems In a dream we are floating from the screen Somewhere in between (Somewhere in between...) Youth and reason Painful and pleasing Freedom and function Winter and summer Winning and losing Wanting and needing Giving and taking Waking and dreaming (In a dream we are floating from the screen)
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How many souls walk the road with me? The path goes farther than I can see The ground is firm, I know around this turn there’s a place to be How many people will sing these blues? A time to gain and a time to lose There’s nothing new but damn sometimes it’s good to be paying dues Chutes and ladders We will stagger on Every sunset’s Someone else’s dawn Another page in the cosmic book Life is cliche, we’re still on the hook The dream we live ain’t lucid, but somehow we still make it through Chutes and ladders We will stagger on Every sunset’s Someone else’s dawn
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Wake up the dogs and start the track Let all the dew roll off your back The Jordan of strange Will he respond to his name? He’s sharp-dressed for a vagabond actor Stitch up the hits with psych appeal Finish a book and skip a meal A study in orange With JFK charms Just an idiom, on terra firma There's so much more There's so much more to be Oh, can't you see? There's so much more There's so much more to do It's up to you Cut up the clues and stack the deck Turn in on the blues until you wreck Like Marilyn Sane Burning trash in the rain Eating tarts in the garden of Eden He’s packed up his pipes, you’re on your own Look around you, see how far you’ve blown The Elvis of out Moving straight on through doubt Holding hands with the here and the after There's so much more There's so much more to be Oh, can't you see? There's so much more There's so much more to do It's up to you There's so much more There's so much more... to do The Jordan of Strange Marilyn Sane

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This was a fun experiment, and I learned a lot about my own strengths and weaknesses... Maybe I'll return to it some day. No longer free but I still love you.

xoxo,
Matt

Original "Liner Notes"
Free songs every first Wednesday of the month (until I run out of ideas or time, or the world ends). Just type in $0. See you in a month.

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released September 16, 2015

Recorded in my half bedroom, mastered by Alex McCollough at Yes Master Studios in Nashville.

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