PHONE SALES PERSON
lyrics by Matthew Hawes, music by Al Chantrey

Poor, poor, phone sales person
No one out there loves you
Poor, poor, phone sales person
There's nothing you can do

Always calling me at home
Is it 'cause you're all alone?
Phone is ringing day and night
No one to talk to, that ain't right.

Check the number to be sure
You're a telemarketer
Trying to sell me anything you can
Pretending that you give a damn

Poor, poor, phone sales person
No one out there loves you
Poor, poor, phone sales person
There's nothing you can do

This is how you earn your pay
Surely, there's another way
Your boss pays you to harass
Tell him he can kiss my ass

Poor, poor, phone sales person
No one out there loves you
Poor, poor, phone sales person
There's nothing you can do



Poor Phone Sales Person (Al Chantrey, music; Matt Hawes, lyrics)

A song about one of cinema's greatest directors haunting a person!

Alfred Hitchcock's Haunting Me

This is a song with lyrics by Matthew Hawes and music and performance by Gavin McMahon.  "How Much Your Love Means To Me"

Lyrics copyright 2015 by Matthew Hawes
Music copyright 2015 by Gavin McMahon
Video copyright 2015, Matthew Hawes, MBH Productions

How Much Your Love Means To Me by Gavin McMahon and MattHawes

 A Honey Comb Bean Bag
Lyrics by Matthew Hawes
Music by Al Chantrey

Pots and pans and all my plans came toppling down on that day
The hammer came down and hit my crown which blew up like a soufflé
Then Uptown Brown came boogieing down and tripped out on the bouquet
Little Nance started to dance and that's why the kids say

That's a honey comb bean bag
No no no
A jelly-time ream rag
No no no
A your and mine mean time
No no noooo

No no no

It's a funny thing when your mind's awake
The things we take for granted and that we forsake
Makes me wanna go there too
Though I don't know what to do
I don't care if it's true
As long as they serve beef stew

However damn much it makes to make a few

It's a crazy little dance hall life you lead
Cramming down cookies as you smoke your weed
Maybe you're just trying time
Looking through venetian blinds
Looking up inquiring minds
Stopping there at all the signs

But you don't have to lay that story on me

No
No
no no no no

Skipping down the bay you see the laundry man
Filling up his tank he seems to understand
Not everyone is perfect as can be
Not the preacher
Not the choir
Not the symphonies
Nor the doctors that cure the dread disease

All I ask is that you please

Skip and shout and jump about as if you are a valet
Watch the skies and dry your eyes and watch your arms as they sway
When Uptown Brown comes boogieing down and tripped out on the bouquet
That's when Nance will start to dance and when the children will say

That's a honey comb bean bag
No no no
A jelly-time ream rag
No no no
A your and mine mean time
No no noooo

That's a honey comb bean bag
No no no
A jelly-time ream rag
No no no
A your and mine mean time
No no noooo
No no no

That's a honey comb bean bag
No no no
A jelly-time ream rag
No no no
A your and mine mean time
No no noooo
No no no
No no noooo
No no no
No no noooo
No no nope

A Honey Comb Bean Bag

Lyrics by Matthew Hawes
Music and vocals by Little Fable

LOVE IS A BAD THING

It makes you hurt, it makes you bleed
But it's the one thing that you need
To make you right, to keep you strong
And you might think it's never wrong

But I can tell you love is one thing, from the heart, into your soul
No matter where you find it there's just one thing to know

Love is a bad thing
A bad thing
Love is a bad thing
A very bad thing

Love is a bad thing
A bad thing
Love is a bad thing
A very bad thing

I feel the fever rising and I am looking for the cure
I have all the symptoms and there's one thing that's for sure

Love is a bad thing
A bad thing
Love is a bad thing
A very bad thing

It makes you hurt, it makes you bleed
But it's the one thing that you need
To make you right, to keep you strong
And you might think it's never wrong

Love is a bad thing
A bad thing
Love is a bad thing
A very bad thing

Love is a bad thing
A bad thing
Love is a bad thing
A very bad thing

Lyrics copyright 2016 MBH Productions/Matthew Hawes, music copyright 2016 Little Fable

Matt Hawes

Love Is A Bad Thing

BABY, WON"T YOU COME BACK NOW 
Lyrics by Matthew Hawes, Music by Little Fable(2017)

Another night I sit watching TV
It isn't right since you're not here with me
I cry alone by the telephone
Wishing you were home
Baby, will you come back now?

Another day of constant misery
I hide my face, 'cause I don't want to see
It's just me and noone else
Talking to myself
Baby, won't you come back now?

I know it wasn't all that I promised you
I realize that somewhere I went wrong
I want to do all that I said I'd do
But if you don't come back,
Then I fear a heart attack
I ain't capable of living life on my own.

Another week and I'm still by myself
This can't be good for my sound mental health
How long have you been gone?
Please don't do me wrong
Baby, won't you come back now?

Another month and you're still gone away
Our friends they talk but what else can they say?
Why are we still apart?
Have you lost your heart
Baby, won't you come back now?

I know it wasn't all that I promised you
I realize that somewhere I went wrong
I want to do all that I said I'd do
But if you don't come back,
Then I fear a heart attack

I now see all the pain that I put you through
I treated love like it was for fun
This I swear, I'm through with acting the fool
But if you don't return,
Then I won't know where to turn
I'm just a meaningless man without your love

I ain't capable of living alone.

Baby Won't You Come Back Now - Little Fable

THERE'S A FIRE
music by Little Fable
lyrics by Matthew Hawes (2017)

You don't need Satan for evil to exist
Nor a clue to a riddle
Or a turn for a twist
The Hell you made is certainly your own
Wading through backwater
Chasing time on loan

In order to fear demons
You have to believe in them
Fighting and struggling 
All the while feeding him
Trapped in a forrest 
And mired in web
You come to the conclusions aquired in your head

Learning a lesson you know it just ain't so
Too late to turn backwards so where do you go?
Paying a price, you know these things aren't free
The watch marches forward through all eternity

And I see you
(Yes, I see you)
And I know you
(Oh, how I know you)
I can't answer
(There's no answer)
But I do
(As we all do)

There's a fire
(A raging fire)
A singing choir
(Holy choir)
Look at your hands now
(Raise up your hands now)
I'll show you what is true
(You'll know that it's true)

Won't have to comply for evil to persist
It's a blinking of an eye
It's a slashing of the wrist
This Hell you made is certainly your home
A ship you commandeered
Setting sail alone

And I see you
(Yes, I see you)
And I know you
(Oh, how I know you)
I can't answer
(There's no answer)
But I do
(As we all do)

There's a fire
(A raging fire)
A singing choir
(Holy choir)
Look at your hands now
(Raise up your hands now)
I'll show you what's true
(You'll know that it's true)

There's a fire
(A raging fire)
A singing choir
(Holy choir)
Look at your hands now
(Raise up your hands now)
I'll show you what's true
(You'll know that it's true)
All that is true

You don't need Satan for evil to exist
Nor a clue to a riddle
Or a turn for a twist
The Hell you made is certainly your own
Wading through backwater
Chasing time on loan
On a ship you commandeered
Setting sail alone
On this ship you commandeered
Setting sail alone
On this ship you commandeered
Out there all alone

There's A Fire - Little Fable (Matthew Hawes, lyrics)

Can't Stop My Feets From Tappin'
lyrics and vocals by Matthew Hawes, 2018
music by Keith Seifert

I tell you it's true
I tell you it's true
I tell you it's true
I tell you it's true

One July afternoon I was cruising down the street
I happened across a frail, she was searching for some meat
I said, honey pie, can I help you with that bag?
She just scoffed at me and then she started to nag
Her words hurt me so, I feel so very blue

And now I can't stop my feets from tappin
No, I can't stop my feets from tappin
Look at me go with my feets, they're tappin
Never get me low when my feets are tappin
Gotta make a go with my feets they're tappin
Tappin, tappin, tappin, tappin
Over you!

It was then that I decided to stroll over to the park
I know I shouldn't be there when it gets too dark
I started to whistle when up came this guy
He had the look of murder right there in his eye
I said "Buddy, I don't want no trouble here"
He just responded with a cold steely stare

Then things got crazy and we wrestled to the floor
From there it's hazy, but his face, it was no more
I looked around me to be sure I wasn't seen
I can't be caught here, if you know just what I mean
I ducked into an alley and I was gone without a trace
I moved my feets so fast it was like I was in a race
And now the police of this town are looking all over for me
But they'll never find me 'cause I'm never where I'm supposed to be

And now I can't stop my feets from tappin
No, I can't stop my feets from tappin
Look at me go with my feets, they're tappin
Never get me low when my feets are tappin
Gotta make a go with my feets they're tappin
Never catch me slow with my feets

I tell you it's true
I tell you it's true
I tell you it's true
It's true

Can't Stop My Feets From Tappin - Matthew Hawes, lyrics; Keith Seifert, music

SAVE MY SOUL

Lyrics by Matthew Hawes, Arrangement and vocals by Gavin McMahon

I am adrift in a fiery sea
Suffering in a hell like you don't know
Can you please save my soul?

Looking for salvation, a chance to be free
Another chance to make me whole
Can you save my soul?

I feel the hot winds from Hades
Burning me to the core
There's but one glimmer of hope here
I pray that you will not ignore

I ask you

Save my soul, set me free
Or my heart dies
Misery is taking its toll
Can you please save my soul?

Save my soul please help me
Are you so cruel
To make me cry so pitiful
Can you please save my soul?
Can you please save my soul?
Save my soul

Save My Soul by Gavin McMahon (lyrics by Matthew Hawes)

"Save My Soul" (Music, Al Chantrey; Lyrics, Matthew Hawes)

Studio version of Al Chantrey's arrangement.

Copyright 2013 Matthew Hawes and Al Chantrey.