Lyrics:

Blood. Iron. Skin. Muscle. 
Greco-Roman boy trouble.
Lactic acid. Creatine.
Gritted teeth. Shredded jeans. 

Teen heat dopamine.
Pump and powder. Cut clean. 
Designer martyr in white. 
High-cheekboned lowlife.

B
R
A
G
Brag
Braggadocio

Chorus:
B R A
G G A
D O C I O
(Repeat x4)

Rosary
Count the beads
Praying decades in your dreams
Little saints in alabaster
Let you give in to disaster

Touch your temples
Sign the cross
Burn your books
Clear the cost

Fear the coming ghost of change
Feel the drumming in your veins

B
R
A
G
Brag
Braggadocio

(Chorus)

Braggadocio

Lyrics:

You stare at the fake ID
Quietly rehearse the details
On the printed screen

Tense up at the door
Ready to bargain your way
On to the distant floor

The disco pulse can't keep up with the flutter in your chest
Whisper Hallelujah underneath a shallow breath

Chorus:
Bless the chance to make connections 
In the neon dark
Bless the time to meet and mend
Some eager, wounded hearts
Bless the dancers moving to 
A new electric sound
God bless this hidden holy ground
For every lonely choir boy like you

Cradle a whiskey coke
Taste the foreign sting of this new
Consecrated Host

Feel your body go
With a swish of hips
Know another stranger 
At the seam between your lips

Sway to the distant drone
The curve of his touch
Live on the aching heat
Of a sudden blood rush

Chorus

Et exultavit spiritus meus
In Deo salutari meo
Quia respexit humilitatem
Ancillae suae
Ancillae suae

Choir Boy

It's a pop song about a pop song! 
Kinda. 

Lyrics: 

It's right past the tip of my tongue
Off the edge of my lip
The melody you'd hum to me
In the dead air of a bleak road trip

I
Don't have the chorus
Couldn't guess the verse
I could sing along about halfway through
But you'd always start it first

It's a strange blow when you find yourself missing
A bright side that never existed 
Grieving a plastic past
But I keep going back like

Ba bup ba ba ba...

We didn't fight like our fathers
We fixed the bridges we burned
And tried to break old patterns even
When it felt like pointless work

But
I heard you're doing better now
Settled down, suburban proud
But when your antique lights go out
Do you still hear that tune just as loud?
Like

Ba bup ba ba ba...

Pop Song

Perfect Strangers, or Calypso of the Interstate

Lyrics:

Roadkill (1)

COLOZZO:
Desert wind and dry mouths
Cloudless teal blue sky
Roadside orphans dream beyond 
The double yellow line

Hiding on the edge of town
Like passing freeway ghosts
Barely casting shadows
Something like smoke

Surviving high society
The best way they know
Lonely playthings make a living
Dancing on their own

Living on the horizon
Floating on thin air
Between shades of twilight
Barely even there

Say You Will (2)

THE DANCER:
<<Look at me
Or don't
Say you will
But i know you won't>>

I'm back on the box because Brandon's sick
I matched my fitted cap with my rehearsed scowl - gruff, but approachable
I stare through blurred faces in the liquid crowd
Heads bob and dip to the tide of the house rhythm

Wayward sailors walk to my post
And I might notice. I might care.
They slip folded dollars into the band on my thigh
Shaking but trying to hide it
Sweating but convincing themselves that no one can tell
Any eye contact is fleeting
Any conversation too broken to stand on its own

But you breeze in
And you stare at me and mean it
Understated but sure in your steps
There's a curl in your smile and a rasp in your whisper that hits me square in the chest
A little close contact, a little close combat

I comp you a couple vodka sodas and I'm loose enough to get your number
And you don't have any plans, so maybe you could hang around until the lights come on
And you could drive me back to my place
Before dawn cuts the vast black of this wasteland into unforgiving color

<<Look at me
Or don't
Say you will
But i know you won't>>

I'll be right back.

Last Car in the Parking Lot (3)

THE CLIENT:
Lone light flicker
Buzzing gnats in the late night air
Dry as death
Weeds wouldn't even grow here

I wanted a drink and i was nearby - that's why I stepped in
And I don't do crowds, so I let you pull up and front me a tonic and gin

So we shot the shit and you needed a ride
I'm waiting till you clock out for the night

But I'm wired twitching like a motel sign
I'm feeling alive but it don't sit right

Last car in the parking lot
Out on the edge of the earth
Every good Christian's sound asleep
So the devils like me get to work

I don't feel blood but I think I've been hit
Bet on a shot and I promise I'll miss
I'm another freak that the Lord forgot
In the last car in the parking lot

Out Here (4)

THE DANCER:
You say you're roaming around
And I'll let you believe that
For now

While you're still living in your car
Parked in the public lot
By the biker bar

I know you want to save your pride
But I've got some space
If you've got time

Or you can hide out in your Jeep
Waiting for silence
Praying for sleep

Come rest your head and
I'll keep you warm
On my quiet little island
Right outside the storm

It's just a simple stretch of beach
And there's not a lot to do
But you can put a price on peace
Out here

Ahh, ahh, ahh

I know you've got so much to lose
But the angel on the dash
Can't hear you
Sing your GI blues

And I know how it feels to be so weak
But you won't get any stronger
Wearing out your tired feet

Perfect Strangers

Lyrics: 

Wrapping paper left on the furniture
Tinsel falling off the tree
Morning coffee cooled over
The box of your brand new flat screen

I was flattered to get the invite
But I'm no good at "how-do-you-do"s
Or small talk about the weather
Or surviving the cable news

I'd love to keep up appearances
But there's no practical use
To act like we're together and
That there's any future for us two

But I
But I 
But I hope you got
Everything you wanted
From Santa 
This year

Tell your mother I'm sorry
Give your brothers my best
And I'll back up any excuse
You need for why I left

Hope your uncle's drying out okay
And you finally meet your niece
And that Gambie might get a bit of 
After-dinner peace

And I
And I 
And I hope you got
Everything you wanted
For your parents
This year

And I
And I 
And I hope you got
Everything you wanted
For Christmas
This year

Everything You Ever Wanted

Lyrics: 

Got the rat a tat tat in your chest
Sweat drip down the back of your neck
Check your watch while you catch your breath
I’m the only lover that you want to impress

That cheap liquor got you real dumb
I see that thought on the tip of ya tongue
Watchin you wobblin to the bass hum
Stuck in the corner boy you better face front

Crew cut and a strong jaw
Military build and a gold cross
Trying to keep it still on the surface
In a cheap suit when half the club’s shirtless

Come on come over and spend some time
Wanna take a shot? Better get in line
Go and fix ya collar Go straighten ya spine
If you’ve got the dollar, then I’ve got the grind

Look at me
Or don’t
Say you will
But I know you won’t 
Look at me
Or don’t
Say you will
You will

I don’t know what strange wind brought you here to me
You’re my favorite midnight curiosity

Five, ten, fifteen, and a fresh twenty
I’m your baby now it’s getting heavy
I keep tracing the lines of your body
I keep wondering how you’d feel on me

Grab another bottle let the vodka pour
You can pay my way ma viande du jour
If you beg for more I might give it to ya
Swagger like a don but I see right through ya

You’re not usually looking to cruise
But you’ve been dyin to try something new
Grip so hard that I’m bout to bruise
Baby, you don’t dance but you sure can move

I don’t know what strange wind brought you here to me
You’re my favorite midnight curiosity

In the morning I’ll drive to my condo
And you might go home to your wife
Or you might go back to an empty house
Or you might continue your night
I don’t need to know about circumstance 
I’m not here to settle your past
Tonight, I’m your perfect stranger
So let’s make a moment let’s make a moment 

You don’t dance but you sure can move...

No question
I know you’re my type
I don’t have to check your sign out
To figure you right

I’m better than any other tropical chancer 
No need to play around
Cause you know I’m the answer
Damn, sir

Pause. Take a breather
I’ll be off my shift in an hour
When the lights go up, we’ll head down town
Without the crowds
Without the sound

Curiosity

Guitar and co-writing by Matt Colozzo

Lyrics: 

Grey
And so much time to waste
Standing still

Gravity’s 
Gonna drag on me
If I can’t leave the simple state I’m in

I’ve seen friends
Scale rusted fences 
And make it out alive

They’ve grown roots in nicer gardens
But I stayed behind
In my middle-class concrete square
But who cares?

***

White
Paint chipping off my bedroom wall

Christmas cards from missing friends fall down to the floor
One by one
And end up gathering dust

Sometimes I’m only treading water
Tired, but I’ll survive
But other days I’m half-awake, kind of rotting 
staring at my phone
Alone

***

There are worse ways 
to spend your life 
than wander
But I’ll take any chance 
to snap my world back into color

The country’s quiet
Though I’m not living as clean
I’ll trade any shade of common beige
For my vivid rural green

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