Matthew Grimm - Ayn Rand Sucks

Woody's song about Woody and also his friend Crom.

The Woody Song!

My cousin Phi, when a wee baby, loved Taylor Swift. So we did some Taylor Swift songs in their living room in Cedar Rapids, then I put a band around the vox. this is one of them.

Dear John

Cover of the song by The Highwaymen, not the old-guy all-star band, a little Austin indie outfit from back in the '90s, I think. Originally released on their EP Live Texas Radio.

The Buttons of Your Skin

Dancing Queen

A song from the road. Copyright obviously somebody else's and shared for non-commercial purposes only because I figured some of you humps might like it.  Recorded by Tim Jamison in Dubuque, IA. 

Thunder Road

Rainbow Connection

First attempt at a pretty sweet song in a very long time

The Track

Cover of the '70s classic as seen on TV. Song by Sonny Curtis. 

Love Is All Around

Slightly Americanized cover of the beautiful Frank Turner song.

Love Ire & Song

Work in progress from the forthcoming record Grimm Reality Vol. 3

Grifter Moon

Thing I'm working on for a dear friend.

Friney's Song

Heard you had a bad day that turned into a worse year
Like every wall on Earth closed in until you couldn’t breathe
Like you don’t have better things to do than fight off time and fear
Kids to teach, art to make and dorkess jokes to tweet

Some people say life isn’t fair like that makes it okay, 
so rise and shove their hackneyed bromides in their stupid faces

Look up at the Milky Way tonight, count the stars and multiply
By every galaxy beyond 		to the edge of time and space
Every ray of starlight  	
traversed the void unto our skies   
Still can’t hold a candle to that perfect thing you radiate
	You could light the darkest night with just the sparkle in your eyes
 
Not to be glib, I know I have no clue how one bad day can
Feel like it cut you deep and let you leak out on the floor
And even if the Earth’s a cesspit run by vile and venal men
You’re the exact thing that makes a better world worth fighting for

Sometimes even days seem dark  		
But you’re a beacon inspiring us to be better than we are

Look up at the Milky Way tonight, count the stars and multiply
By every galaxy beyond to the edge of time and space
Every ray of starlight crossed the void unto our skies   
Still can’t hold a candle to that perfect thing you radiate
You could light the darkest night with just the sparkle in your eyes

Look up at the stars tonight, imagine each a metaphor or rhyme unequal 
to that perfect thing you radiate 
Every ounce of love you poured for everyone in good and bad times
flows back to you a millionfold like a tidal wave
You will ever light the darkest night with just the sparkle in your eyes

Friney's Song - beta version

Early peek at a new song.
Words and music by Pete Mancini (Milkman Paperboy, ASCAP) and Matthew Grimm (Grimm Reality Music, ASCAP). Guitar solo and backvox by Pete. 

Monument

there’s a torchbearer marching with shield and sword
spits hatred at his neighbors in the name of his Lord
murder on his mind and a rifle in his hand
we don’t need a monument to that kind of man

the congressman sends thoughts and prayers but sticks to his guns
sleeps sound atop his hill of laundered campaign funds
there’s graft in his pocket and a bible in his hand
we don’t need a monument  to that kind of man

There's a lady in the harbor now a monument to tempest-tossed 
millions 	who came here yearning to breathe free
All the men you now bow down to would snuff her light forever,
burn down everything those people built and call the smoking embers 'peace' 

the king of the world wears a cap for a crown
says rapists and criminals are living in your town
you might’ve known them for years, they might live right down the street
now you’d heard them into boxcars if your messiah so decreed


he vows to build a wall and paint the country red
he rips children from their mothers while they’re sleeping in their beds
there’s malice in his heart and there’s blood on his hands
we don’t need a monument to that kind of man

Monument

Cover of the REM song I played around with for some reason I don't remember.

Don't Go Back to Rockville

Song from the new album Dumpster-fire Days, available on iTunes, Amazon and your other favorite e-music retailers. Featuring Pete Mancini on guitar and backvocals.

Another Saturday night, there’s pandemic outside
The world is closed until some date unknown
A better person might mull all we have in common
But the bigger crux now is some key things we don’t
Like you thought letting xenophobe science-averse sociopaths
run shit would work out just fine
And once we bury their victims, we’ll still be infested
With the virus that was here the whole time

If you haven’t learned making life shitty for millions is a worse thing than helping them through
If a plague cannot teach you that death and privation are bad no matter who it’s happening to
If your god can’t convince you to love your damn neighbors and you’re as good as the deeds you do
Then any words we might share would be goddamn pointless, so so long, good luck and fuck you

I’m emotionally stunted, I’m a dumb fucking drunk
But I’ve tried to learn from my mistakes
And I’ve never once justified children in cages
Or made senators of dicks who cashed in on contagion
Or said eight million dead on the altar of Wall Street
Was a sacrifice patriots must make
But go on, say “it’s just politics” as the world bleeds
And pretend you didn’t hand them the blade

If you haven’t learned making life shitty for millions is a worse thing than helping them through
If you can't see that wealth is not a measure of virtue, if you haven’t just fucking learned how to be human,
If your god can’t convince you to love your damn neighbors and you’re as good as the deeds you do
Then any words we might share would be goddamn pointless, so so long, good luck and fuck you

Now the chuds have switched this off so, friends and neighbors, let us talk
Of a better fucking world to be made
I might not make it out alive so it’s down to you rise up
And smash the garbage system that led millions to their graves
Tell the toffs who wrecked the earth to recognize your actual worth
And shut this fucker down until they do
Make a nation that fulfills every promise we were shilled
They don’t like it tell em “So long, fuck you.”
Yeah, so long, good luck, fuck you.

Matthew Grimm

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