Ursula, 
It wasn’t my job to follow you around
On the crowded corners and the burnt down smoking sections, oh yeah
Ursula, 
I think that “One Love” is starting to bring you down
strangers as we met and strangers as we went, strange as the moonlit night when I was bit by a witch in spite of…

Cities in silence
cities in sleep
I found the underground buried beneath a single sheet; I’m dreaming.
Silence all around me
Because no one could say more
I wish that I could tell you love ain’t war

Ursula,
Did you discover whats always bumming you out?
Out on the trampled dance floors there’s no one to hold your breath mints now
Ursula,
You always made me want to sing and shout
But I had nothing, no time, no clothes, no coals, nothing but false congratulations and a pack of hungry wolves so

Cities in silence
cities in sleep
I found the underground buried beneath a single sheet; I’m dreaming
Silence all around me
Because no one could say more
I hope that you can find what you’re looking for

Ursula,
You know, I’m never ever quite surprised
But still I wonder why the skies are filled with Jesus Christs
Ursula,
If I had my way, we’d say our last goodbyes
On a crowded corner, or a burnt out smoking section, by someone’s mausoleum, in front of the health inspector…

Ursula

A friend told me that this sounded like Halloween on the Beach

Lately I've discovered
a brand new way around:
Head up in the clouds,
no one to talk about

It cures me like soft leather
To which my book is bound.
Head up in the clouds
too tall to ever bow.

but someone is always around
the grounds
and when I think of you now
I lose control

Halloween on the Beach

She's an amputee with a book to read
Gets around on wheels
and she steers with her knees

but...

All the midnights
All the midnights
All the midnights
She's wasting time

I won't say its greed
But she don't marry
She just rides on a steed
What a load to carry

All the midnights
All the midnights
All the midnights
She's wasting time

Somehow it don't get around often
I don't trip until they throw me in the fire-pit
She's just a little like...a little life.

He swirls his ice in the drink
Says he won't forget
the scented smoke in his room
and her parted lips.

But,

All the midnights
All the midnights
Yeah, all the midnights
She's wasting time

Somehow it don't get around often
I don't trip until they throw me in the fire-pit
She's just a little like...a little life...


I also want to take a moment to mention my musical influences. This song is inspired by a number of blues artists. I've listened to a lot of Freddie King, specifically the album Getting Ready. Also, I'm a huge fan of Taj Mahal, Junior Wells, and of course the legendary songwriter Willie Dixon.

Matthew Wilson's Album

Nine Times Midnight

Dumpter Diver

Song for the homeless youth in ocean beach. Whatever you're here for, stay safe and know that you matter.

dirtydirtysand

Hysterical

Hey Mr. Donut
with the boozy-juice,
sipping on your sippy-cup
whoop de do.
Thanks for the change
and the split pea soup.
Oh, and the outdated version
of the diagnostic book.

Maybe it looks like rain,
but it feels so good today.

Alabaster captain
with your radio squeeze,
hooks for your hands,
and eggs for your breeze.
I've been looking so close
So differently:
Burn bright red
like sweet candy...

Maybe you'll seize your claim?
May serenity please you again.

You ask me where am I?
You ask do I like pie?
You ask what is my life?
You ask who cares for lies?
You ask no reason why?
You ask me all the time.

Seamstress stroking on
the golden thread,
with yolk yellow eyes,
and thick cobweb hair,
playing with the scissors,
Lord, you know you shouldn't dare.
Wrestling by yourself 
at the top of the stairs.

Maybe its bleak and blue,
but you know that these words are true.


You ask me where am I?
You ask do I like pie?
You ask what is my life?
You ask who cares for lies?
You ask no reason why?
You ask me all the time.

Beep beep motorbike
Jet flash into the night,
black horse whinnying
with wellspring tires.
Buy me some time, girl.
Buy me some time.
Don't leave me hanging
when its half past nine.

I'm turning every page.
May serenity please you again, my old friend.

Preguntas

Hotel Bavaria (demo)

Sheme

UCSD student! Keystrokes is my IPhone-fi bedroom psyc, punk, folk, music project. I do it for fun on the side. If you enjoy it, please share this page with a friend. If you want a CD, let me know and I'll mail you one. 

I will happily except any donations!!! <3 <3 I'll write you a song!

If you're curious, I write all of the music and lyrics as well as record all of the tracks myself. I do the best I can with the production...but its an iphone (and i mean iphone mic not an irig lol...working on getting one). I strongly recommend headphones.