Cover of Laredo by BoH
All instruments/vox - DJM2013

Laredo - Band of Horses Cover

A little bit different....
Guitar, Vocals - (C)DJM2013

Seat Down Low (Acoustic) (Lil Wayne Cover)

Some shit.
Rhymes/Vocals - DM 13
Beat - OneTone http://www.onetonestore.com/

Are Closer Than They Appear

Caution! Explicit Literature/Audio!
All lyrics/vox: (C) Dylan Mather 2013 // 
Beat: SkizoFrenik // 
Approximate Lyrics:
Spitting guts you need three eyes to see fine , Splitting up three guys ive just seen die 
Into nine pieces of deep fried meat pie & then i flee wide, atleast till the heat dies, Then he dies,
no she dies, All three fry Have you ever seen me fly? No, well let me try
just let me climb this tree guys, we'll see if i can freeze time, slide into base, knees glide, 
Across the pavement while im rapin a mental patient In your basement, aint wakin after all those pills youve taken
Im wasted, pasted, awake dead, making a statement by wastin gay men till the news report says day ten
Then im freakin, creepin through your back yard seekin mars, leakin bars, trying to maybe cook my crack hard wide & far
I mean far & wide, Shootin smack in my arm till im whacked far from the black tar NASCAR track but still on my fast car
strappin into back seat dirt nasty, thirst grasp me, slurp batteries, Actually i meant the front seat, now its in drive
Make your peace with god, might not get back alive, swerve past sheep, nerve gas leak, Here, did you need a second? take one of mine
Carvin up dudes with razor blades in fatal ways The cradle sways as you lungs part ways, cryin amazing grace
at a blazing pace like crazy 8 tied to the pole keepin the basement straight & him in place, just savin face
& by that i mean the exact opposite, refracted composites, retracted prominece, plaque on the wall says
No blue teleprompter, fractal promise through brutal honour till the ruger calm her, im uber stronger, truth to ponder
The noodle sauced, or, whatever the stronger metaphor was that could have made this line longer
I whir like a hurricane, pure insane, stir my brain with a prong so thoughts dont wander along the wrong dirt

Its something to ponder, skrill to launder, skill thats deluxe, think about it longer, aint getting any calmer
Im cutting you up fro m your neck to your nuts, throwing you under a double decker bus, the levers is stuck, pending conquer
Then stowing your guts in the gutter with the cigarette butts, fingers that rust, severed by dusk, ending bonkers
Triggers that bust, Covered in cuts, im fuckin nuts, fuckin sluts in the butts with infected cuts, my dong hurts
Your in your ruts & im in mine, hold my nuts up with double d size cups with my dick directed up in & on her
Sittin in the back pulling your spine out of your back with a cask of wine on tap sitting in my lap at the end of a wrong turn
drippin on the floor mat, Winding the gats with the drums till they findin rats setting traps flyin out of the cracks 
till the finest grasp finds a tap into the mindless gap & lines up the strap, crime, got a strong grasp, No mouse to a cat
Too many mushroom caps out back & a bottle of whiskey got me acting friskey, relax, grasping quickly, fall back
Tryna make your bitch see how my dick free to her lips as i strip her free of grip to be exact, no call back, all black
This should be upsetting you, its upsetting me, & believe thats intended effect, its like incest sex, got no limits yet
Your now the minotaurs guests, Grim at best, criminal intent wearin a vest, similar to dillinger, im up for one in the chest
How many syllables do i have to stress? Kill em all, i digress, leave em alive, tied up in a mess, fried to the death
Neck flowin down to the chest, said im leavin a mess, Cuttin holes in the booth, spit swiss cheese & its fresh
In the back with you,Leaving proof, pullin my tooth & hanging it on a string with a loop at my craft show booth, ten percent on a deuce
Selling it for 5 bucks with those sluts wet, deep inside, throat puppet, keepin time, im in a black hole too, just been lackin proof

Get shifted by nine slugs till I lug you alive slowly over time like a slug, all orfices plugged 
Tugged by your neck snug, face mashed in like a pug, rolled up in a fuckin rug, bout to spill like a mug
Filled with various drugs, pills & nugs, lines & bumps, always find me some, no time for none
Slimy tongue, call it my rhyming gun, & its got timing, lunge, flying for months, & she combover, call that trump
I mean come over, shit, of course i mean come over, i come over, she run forward, i come for her
Upper left pocket, two ton forward, she headed for the pole, northward, on that grind, torched curbs
Pour words like i ate some bad food & now im shittin verbs in bathroom, crap tunes, rap nukes
Strap deuce, one hand or two, st& for truth, answer the noose, cancer in the booth, necromancer with proof
Skeleton groups selling soup to  hellish felon loops for melon juice, yellin goose fell in the group, the hoop
time tellin the truth, sellin the proof, fell in the noose then it cinched & fell loose, I fell in the fruit
I cant tell if its true, if im dead, or im you, if i fell or i flew, no clue, cant see, no view
I come rolling out the window mac 11 ak 47 & enough c4 to send the devil to heaven, flow booms
Comin for everyone like the rubble from nine eleven, im that penant, got a stare for every tenant
Clear my lair of the evidence, strap in the lap setting traps with the gat as assured severance
I cant take no more flack, cant look back, broken back, heart attack, ropes & straps, motion gaps
Closing facts,  both things lack, most things leave tracks, reeves, superman, kryptonite potion on draught

I cut up bodies into corpses of horror on faulty orders till their paltry forces fall in order in corridor
Then i send them to lobby lookin all morbid crawling forward to the embalming, torture, calming, portrait
Wrong with me, of course is, i mean im fine, i abide by the line & would surely never cross it or lets it path cross mine
The insects walk in my mind & find all sorts of signs that i could be fine & cause that part of me to grind
To a halt, a sudden stop, not my fault, as your drop, call me walt, all ricin, no salt, cremated evidence, convection vault
Some Liquor thats malt, climbing down my throat, winding around the moat, finding the remote at the intersection stalled
Drifting in the boat, sifting through words you spoke, missing, invisible cloak, living as a ghost in no flesh at all
I had given the most i could & still felt alien, living host, drivin to coast, hiding in a note, smelling toast, press to call
Alive but i float, mind in my throat, words binding the pope, Being god, he & i spoke, he asked me, i said nope
Atrocious flow come out of nowhere like a stroke, counters getting groped, better hope, closed throat, steady rope
Everything i feel will pass, the life is a joke, peeling off the past, antiseptic soap, ceilings kept its notes
While the walls spoke, Stealing the facts & putting back on the train attached to caboose by a rope, putrid to the bone
the noose broke, A looped throat stooped low where the truth grows from the grouped bones that used to be home, roots through the zone
Overflowing with funeral tomes, shoot the clone, perusing home, cluelessly alone, fluently stoned, a wounded knee roam
Stupidly moaned as i wounded his dome with a few from the chrome till he was on the wall like fucking beautitone
I dont give a fuck like she loose & moans, no cupid home, Keep it untangled like a group of combs, no looting gnomes

Ill slice you with an ice cube, twice too, till a fine dew collects on you & your wife too, & then with the right tools
As the night cools ill pipe tubes into your roof whhere your life stoops, rights abused, wiped, striped & bruised fools
Got the strongest bite, longest life, the calmest night, wrongest right, embalming rights, longing sight, strong sting strikes
Drawing knife, sawing fight, flaunting might, wronging right, comma, splice, songs of ice, bring on fights, wings on, flight
King kong white, sink at dawn, bring on night, shrinkin calm, strings on life, drifting away, link on to kites, klingon christ
Slipping away, no road ice, lifting weight, throw those dice, mixing weight, blow nose white, mow rows of hoes while i smoke out the pipe
Crow flight, no fight, snowin light, slow flights, throne rights, model bitches, hoes tight, so nice, 
Vocal cords growin tight flowin all night, On my jordan, ballin like im showin stalled flight, vault heights
Got a blade in my grip as i raise my wrist, flailing clips out in all directions, mailing list nailing lips
Shut, Scaley fish, trailing shit out of the booth, Bailing it out my shoes, Diahrea in my tooth, Even a smere in the coupe
Rail thing on my roof shoots groups of nukes, no wailing proof, failing that, we tail your route from the rear to your stoop
Cold stops, shots crop, slots mopped, drop to the top, got to rot, electric wire tied around in knots around the spot
With 50 thous& reason for the cops to stop, not walk, drop & flop around on the spot like a mop, thats alot of fucking watts
Flocks of shots drop the entire plot like fire in the crops, pyre on the spot, wired up to shock, alot aspire to be so hot 
Strap a black cadillac so i can use the gps map to flee set up traps, mac on my lap in my grasp where ive sat present & past
Back with gat to clap whack saps & strap them in black sacs after i place a small black plaque to track the place, keeping presence in grasp

Bout to vomit from all the cocaine ive snorted, my brains contorted, drain seeming forward, Kneeling forward, sudden pain first
The ceilings torture, feeling war first, weilding your curse & stealing your hearse, feeling the core burn, a peeling blood drenched rain thirst
Crawling mamed in the falling rain on a stalling plane, calling names searching for where ive came from till all things change at once
Stains from lunch, things that were maintained once, waning fronts, constrained by propane torches to remain in orbit for months
Flaming blunts, cough up syllables they call insane, range like guns, paintings lunge, tainting suns, over the railings i plunge 
Shittin on the track, i got the runs comin out my buns by the tons & i cant see through my window for all the motherfucking grunge
Winter is coming, simmering something, hindered as a junkie, limber like a monkey, dinner was some lunch meat, so grim i should hunch
Punching through a bunch of truth, glimmering once seen, a munchin tooth in the booth eatin breakfast till noon then im tryin for lunch
reproduce razor blades in the form of lazor waves at an amazing pace to blaze the place into a flaming base that eventually will leave no trace
Moving with haste through outer space with a powdered face & a sour taste, the hours race & the powers are all devoured in chase just in case
Im spraying mace out my face with grace, wasting hate on slaying dates till the raising rate of casings it creates, creates enough bait easily
to make a case to the state feasibly in regards to the weight of the body parts accumulating in my lobby & yard at an alarming rate, At current pace it would be difficult legally, 
got an adjustible reticle ontop of the gun to stop your lungs immediately till it pleases me and, blood deep in bleach, month and weeks sleeplessly
Got heavy artillery to sweep next to me and necks are weak, never fell peacefully, equally strapped into the chair and sitting there needlessly
Mouth full of sharp blades to mark the space between the rock and hard place, pushin you into the water with a pouch full of shark bait
This shit aint a card game, you get put up quick like a barn frame, harm came from darts aimed at your heart, brains, arm, waist

I Must Be Dying - Dylan Mather (Explicit)

Cover of the Glorious Sons "Oh Mama"
All Guitars/Vox - Dylan Mather 2013

Oh Mama - Glorious Sons Cover

Cover of Band of Horses' "Marry Song" from the album Cease to Begin
(C) Dylan Mather 2014

Marry Song - Dylan Mather (Band of Horses Cover)

Cover of Mad World by Tears for Fears
Vocals, Piano, Guitars, Bass 
and Sequencing (c) Dylan Mather 2014

Mad World - Dylan Mather (Tears for Fears Cover)

| Original Song 
| Composition, Guitars, Bass and Vocals/Lyrics (C) Dylan J. Mather 2014 
| Drum track (C) Jim Dooley (jimdooley.net/) 
| Lyrics: 
Tomorrow never seems to come
It always seems to be today
And the air fills my lungs
As I'm laying here awake
But if the end is near
Seen just around the bend
Then start again here
They say its all just common sense
 
And in the first scene
Of the movie we're playing out
The mask must be kept clean
To remove any sense of doubt
In the night i have this dream
I'm trapped inside of a house
The walls don't talk, they scream
And there's no way to get out 
 
But the clouds in the sky float
To rain another day
The moon shines on the last ghost
It all just fades away
Oh I'm getting on the northbound train
To fall into the snow
 
Just as you fell away
Fell away from the stirring sun
It falls, further and further
Just before the steps you run
Before it ate away your mind
And fell to far away to reach
Before the backing tracked kicked out
And the bottom started climbing down
Ain't that always the way?
A name to take and rip and break
Before it eats you up
Before it chews into the bone
Before it chews into the bone
Before it chews into your bones

Into the Bone - Dylan Mather

Cover of The 88's "You Belong to Me" by Dylan Mather
Vocals, Guitar - DJM 2014
Song - The 88


You Belong to Me - Dylan Mather (The 88 Cover)

Cover of Pearl Jam's song "Elderly Woman Behind the Counter in a Small Town" by Dylan Mather
Vocals, Guitar - DJM2014
Song - PJ

Elderly Woman Behind the Counter in a Small Town - Dylan Mather (Pearl Jam Cover)

A cover of Supertramp's "Surely"
Vocals, Guitars - Dylan J. Mather 2014
Song - Supertramp

Surely - Supertramp Cover - Dylan Mather

Wolf at the Door - Dylan Mather (Radiohead Cover)

A cover of Supertramp's "Give a Little Bit"
Guitars, Vocals, Bass - Dylan J Mather 2014
Song - Supertramp

Give a Little Bit - Supertramp Cover - Dylan Mather

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Vocals, Guitars, Bass - Dylan J Mather 2014
Drum track - Cyberfret


Bizarre - Dylan Mather

Cover of Jimi Hendrix's Little Wing (But its probably closer to the SRV version)
Vocals/Guitars - D.Mather 2014

Little Wing - Dylan Mather (J.Hendrix/SRV Cover)

A cover of "Creep" by Radiohead, Acoustic
Guitar and Vocal - Dylan Mather 2014
Song - Radiohead

Creep - Radiohead Cover - Dylan Mather

Eclipse - Pink Floyd Cover

Never Knew Your Name
Dylan Mather 2013 (C)


Never Knew Your Name - Dylan Mather

Cover of Two Hours Traffic hit single Jezebel.
All instruments/vocals etc... - Dylan Mather
2013

Jezebel - Dylan Mather (Two Hours Traffic Cover)

22/M, Musician from Meaford, Ontario, Canada.
I sing, play guitar, bass, drums, and just about anything else.
All recordings done myself.

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