Dumb Ecstatic Bliss

Different Love

Dialogues Concerning the Mojo of Jason Matu

Take It Away

Can U Feel It

Japan

Nobody Loves Me (Like You Do)

Ladycakes

1 - 2 I Do

All The Pieces

Earthbound

The Magic

Austin Street

Pink Sun Of Bisbee

Covid - 19 (2020)

Fare Thee Well

Be Nice To Yourself

Tie Me To The Tracks Of The Train

The only thing I need to know
Is which way time will flow
I know that the wind will blow
Call me Mr. So and So
Soon I will be becoming real
They will say, “Let’s make a deal.
No matter what it is you feel
We’ll give you wounds that never heal”

My love
living in your trust
It’ll always be just us
In this border timeline

Nothing else is such a must
As you must return to dust
Metal shines and then it rusts
So it goes with nothing much
When it’s all said and I done
I hope my love changed the sun
I hope I’ll say I had some fun
With all my beloved ones 

My love
living in your trust
It’ll always be just us
In this border timeline

Move my bruise with so much stealth
Maybe I am someone else
Take my chance with destiny 
Every edge and in between

My love
living in your trust
It’ll always be just us
In this border timeline
Waveform
Ever after and before
Endure
In this border timeline

Mr. So And So

I like the way that you talk
Love on my dog and take her on walks
You make such beautiful art
You have such a pure, special warm heart

Susan
Susan
Susan

I like the way that you smile
Choogling along all of the while
Lending me excellent books
Giving me the most soft longing looks

Susan
Susan
Susan

Remember the fourth of July
When fireworks happened in more than the sky
Remember the fourth of July

I like the way that you are
I’ve been with you by train, boat and car
Mylanta the things that we’ve seen
I wanna see more, you know what I mean   

Susan
Susan
Susan

Susan
Susan
Susan

Susan

Believe what you’re seeing

Go and misbehave 
Ride an ether wave 
Try and be a great ape
To your senses come 
From their fences run
To the end has just begun
The undiscovered calls
The uncovered enthralls 
A vision quest befalls
The Rosetta Stone 
Is your spirit alone 
It can’t speak on its own

Believe your seeing
It has the power
To make you new
Realties

Stay inside the abyss 
Till you find your bliss 
Make it your genesis
From your crashes fly
From your ashes rise 
From their flashes don’t go blind
Make some friends with stars 
Drink the truth from jars 
Free your mind from behind those bars
Rest upon the wind 
With the birds that sing 
Welcome to your awakening

Believe your seeing
It has the power
To make you new
Realties

Solid. Liquid. Plasma. Gas. 
Solid. Liquid. Plasma. Gas. 
Solid. Liquid. Plasma. Gas. 
Solid. Liquid. Plasma. Gas. 

Believe your seeing
It has the power
To make you new
Realties
Believe your seeing
It has the power
To make you new
Realties

Believe Your Seeing

Wearing sunglasses that are hiding my tears
Feeling hungover from too many beers
As I’m suffocating in irrational fears
Waiting for someone to hear me
Hear me, hear me
Waiting for someone to hear me

All that I did was not know what to do
Waiting for fiction to turn into truth
Holding my own when my own would not do
Waiting for someone to hear me
Hear me, hear me
Waiting for someone to hear me

On and on I go pretending to say
Something relating to the end of days
It’s not my fault I was born in my way
I guess I need someone to hear me
Hear me, hear me
Guess I need someone to hear me

Most of all I guess I thought it’d be more
Not that I am that too often bored
It’s that living sometimes can be such a chore
Guess I need someone to hear me
Hear me, hear me
Guess I need someone to hear me
Hear me, hear me
Guess I need someone to hear me
Hear me

Hear Me

I don’t know if she was throwing it away
I couldn’t tell, I ran away
Though I know it’s gonna haunt me to the end
I’d do it all again

I’m getting better dying of the cure
You can get better dying of the cure

I take a puff and I take a couple pills
I take my bike through Cypress Hills
Overthinking drinking last night
In the beauty of the sunlight

I’m getting better dying of the cure
You can get better dying of the cure

Friday night rambles around inside my mind
I’d search my memory but I’m scared of what I’d find
Looking in the mirror, asking those questions of the glass
Never learning nothing, just like I did in class

I’m getting better dying of the cure
You can get better dying of the cure
I’m getting better dying of the cure
You can get better dying of the cure

Dying Of The Cure

It used to be so cool, but now I hear it’s not
They left in the kitchen, where it got too hot
I know it’s hard to hear it, it’s got to hurt a lot
Something’s rotten in the heart of Denmark

Give me seven reasons, show me whacha got
Dry up all your eyeballs, and wipe away your snot
Search your recollection, I think that you forgot
Something’s rotten in the heart of Denmark

I swear, I am not who I am. 
I am somebody else.

Spectral apparitions suddenly appear
An angry mob is forming to drive them outta here
I’m searching for quotations to take from King Lear
Sound and fury, signifying nothing

Maze-like though it isn’t, it seems we’re lost in fear
Of losing all the nothings that we hold so dear
The world’s surely ending, let’s drink another beer
Sound and fury, signifying nothing

I swear, I am not who I am. 
I am somebody else.

Shall I compare you to a summer’s day
You are more lovely and more temperate
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May
And summer’s lease has all too short a date

Little baby spiders never cry boo-hoo
I’m thinking that it’s something only human children do
I think I’ll find the answer when I get the flu
Many true words were said just joking

Mysteries are dying, making orphans of the clues
Homer never mentioned once the color blue
But while we’re on this journey, we have to see it through
Many true words were said just joking

I swear, I am not who I am. 
I am somebody else.
I swear, I am not who I am. 
I am somebody else.

I Am Not Who I Am

Lost my mojo and both of my dogs
Lost my mojo and both of my dogs

Laid up, can hardly take walkin’
Down to the store where I buy me my beer
Injured when I was stepping
Giving my pup to someone once I thought dear
Back in the City of New York
With my dog, Lucinda, at my mom’s place
Stuck inside my apartment
Memory Lane is a trail back to trace

Lost my mojo and both of my dogs
Lately my life’s been kind of a slog
Nothin’ to do but keep carryin’ on
Writing it down in my songs
Layin’ it all in my songs

One time, I was so happy
At least that maybe I thought that I was
Now I know that it’s different
Searching for something like meaning because

Lost my mojo and both of my dogs
Lately my life’s been kind of a slog
Nothin’ to do but keep carryin’ on
Writing it down in my songs
Layin’ it all in my songs

Sitting around feeling so sad
Ever get the feeling that you’ve been had
It’s more than a reason to get mad
It’s more than beyond the worst of the bad

Lost my mojo and both of my dogs
Lately my life’s been kind of a slog
Nothin’ to do but keep carryin’ on
Writing it down in my songs
Layin’ it all in my songs
Lost my mojo and both of my dogs
Lately my life’s been kind of a slog
Nothin’ to do but keep carryin’ on
Writing it down in my songs
Layin’ it all in my songs
Writing it down in my songs
Layin’ it all in my songs

Lost My Mojo (And Both Of My Dogs)

Not too long ago, I got cursed by ghost dogs in a haunted house in upstate New York. Disoriented from the effects of the curse, I tripped and fell into a then never-ending seeming abyss of pure darkness. From within the void, I called to my friends. One of them told me of a spell from their grandmother and pulled me out with a rope made of purple and gold. So I took a dried chili pepper that I bought at the grocery store, set it on fire and circled its smoke clockwise seven times, and crossed the threshold. Then I consulted the oracle for the location of a cow. I found her at Seldom Rest Farms. I fed to Curse Breaker a half a loaf of Martin’s Potato Bread. That broke the curse. The ghost dogs and I were then free to move on. 

Momma come, get these guns
Bury them far away from the sun
I’ve got to go and find my way
When I’ve found
Another sound
Pick it and I come around
I’ll come back from that lost highway

All I know is I wasn’t to blame
It wasn’t me
It was so insane
It was the ghost dogs of the haunted house

Khubla Khan, what is this
Isn’t Xanadu still your bliss
Or did it die in last year’s freeze
In a crowd, all alone
I fell well outside my zone
And hid somewhere in the trees

All I know is I wasn’t to blame
It wasn’t me
It was so insane
It was the ghost dogs of the haunted house

Every single little universe
Could bounce back then and finally burst
Better for being or none the worse
What’s the matter
Every single little universe
Could bounce back then and finally burst
Better for being or none the worse
What’s the matter

All I know is I wasn’t to blame
It wasn’t me
It was so insane
It was the ghost dogs of the haunted house
All I know is I wasn’t to blame
It wasn’t me
It was so insane 
It was the ghost dogs of the haunted house

Ghost Dogs Of The Haunted House

Written by Jason Matu
Produced and Mixed by Justin Craig
Mastered by Greg Calbi and Steve Fallone at Sterling Sound

“Life’s good,” my T.V. said
Broken leg, laying in bed
Still I really cannot complain
Except for this major excruciating pain
Four floors, strapped to a chair
Sweetheart, giving me care
When I’m better, I’ll give her my all
For now I’m wandering dreamland recovering from my fall

Love, love, all I need is love
Love is all I need
Love, love, all I need is love
Love is all I need

Heartthrob, pumping my blood
Get loud, smoking my bud
Watching pixies dancing with time
There will always be a reason for every rhyme

Love, love, all I need is love
Love is all I need
Love, love, all I need is love
Love is all I need

I don’t need a lottery ticket
I don’t need a pretty little thicket
I don’t need this window, you can brick it
All I need is love

Love, love, all I need is love
Love is all I need
Love, love, all I need is love
Love is all I need
Love, love, all I need is love
Love is all I need
Love, love, all I need is love
Love is all I need



All I Need Is Love

Listen to the wind blow
Outside your window
Hearing as the cars pass
Looking at the aftermath
Take a little bike ride
Sleep under the night sky
Drawing of the willow tree
Stupid little silly me

Strawberries in Summertime
Strawberries
Strawberries in Summertime
Strawberries

Child of the mountains
Step-kid of the fountains
Master of the quick draw
Plaster on a thick flaw

Strawberries in Summertime
Strawberries
Strawberries in Summertime
Strawberries

Ain’t it earie how the feelin’s
Gone and left you reelin’
Season for the treason on the floor
All I been defeatin’
The demon’s I been meetin’
I can do this feet and do s’more!
And more.

Strawberries in Summertime
Strawberries
Strawberries in Summertime
Strawberries
Strawberries in Summertime
Strawberries


Strawberries In Summertime Demo

Demos of songs that didn't make the cut for whatever we were working on at the time, plus an early demo of Wide-Angle Eyes, because of how radically it changed. 

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