Fell down, busted his head, now there’s blood run under the door |
An electric organ and an open apartment window would do this fine.Fell down busted his head and now there's blood run under the doorI was the only one sitting in the hallway begging for change but app...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Sep 2008 14:24:00 GMT |
The Benefits of Horror |
This may very well be added to in the near future, but as for now here she stands. The Benefits OF Horror As Opinionated by Matt Mason It is so very hard to learn the nature of the beast when all we d...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Jun 2008 15:19:00 GMT |
Tom Waits and June 18th |
June 18th 2008 was a WednesdayAnd on this night lived a man that before this I thought just lived in my heart, but no, he in fact exists. Why he played me some tunes on this Wednesday, courteous as th...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Jun 2008 23:39:00 GMT |
Calm the stagnant stream |
Twice night came in an hour, from those tired tougues even, people were tying to convince me that daylight grows on trees, Tieing rope to the air is only useful when the sky reaches for you first, the...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Mar 2008 20:51:00 GMT |
Wet with sky, dry with song |
The nights end and the start of sun Are held together with strings and gum I woke up this morning riding a horse It was headed to the town of no remorse Said the little black bird with rain drop ...
Posted by on Sat, 01 Mar 2008 23:53:00 GMT |
The Last Words |
Goodnight to the world said from the sky And goodnight to you said from I - Matt Mason
Posted by on Sat, 01 Mar 2008 23:47:00 GMT |
What happened |
And she tore the sun open with her fingers And from it flew things we weren't meant to see Birds of mind, birds of sea Birds of you, birds of me And she lit the stars on fire with a gentle kiss A...
Posted by on Sat, 01 Mar 2008 23:45:00 GMT |
Matt Mason Presents |
Take a look
Posted by on Wed, 30 May 2007 18:49:00 GMT |
This is about Directing Movies in a studio |
Can you believe it? I've murdered over a dozen people in public and still I am not a wanted man. Though many witnesses are about, they just watch in aw as the deep thoughts I call my own become the wo...
Posted by on Tue, 01 May 2007 21:45:00 GMT |
A song about the one and only......Her. |
Birds build their nests in her hairHer eyes are the color of a flareShe puts her make up on with a butter knifeHer love is as good as thirty others strife She wears fur coats made from her own killsSh...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Apr 2007 15:06:00 GMT |
