The Court of the Crimson King (iPhone cover) - Michael Matza

Cover of the chorus in Rio by Duran Duran
1/22/14
All instruments by Michael Matza

Rio (chorus) (Duran Duran) - Michael Matza

1/24/14 Cover of Duran Duran's prechorus-chorus in "Come Undone"
All instruments by Michael Matza

Come Undone (snippit) Duran Duran Cover - Michael Matza

Recorded 2/14/14
Originally From Robby's house
Song not finished yet, but this is a decent portion
All instruments - Michael Matza

'Viking Bars' - Michael Matza/Robby Cimino (demo)

All Instruments - Michael Matza
Recorded 3/08/14
I came up with this outro guitar solo in 2008 and heard it on my ipod recently and had to record it with drums and bass. I could tell my musical influences at the time played a role in how this was played.

Fluency (Outro from 2008)- Michael Matza

In honor of 40 years of this song this March, I covered probably the best instrumental intro to a song ever.
I do not own this song, all rights belong to Elton John
All instruments - Michael Matza
3/17/14

Funeral for a Friend (cover) - Michael Matza

the worst rapper met justin bieber essentially

Doctor 04/20/14

Cover of Traffic's version of "John Barleycorn Must Die"
11/5/13
Recorded on iPhone Garageband
All instruments by Michael Matza

John Barleycorn Must Die (clip) - Michael Matza

A rough mix cooked up and slapped face down on your rug by the creative cretins from underground. Fasten your spectacles and scroll down for a slime-riddled read-along.

Narrative:

Culled from his litter of brothers, the ugly vole gives the soft-spoken girl a shudder with his confident squeak. He startles the pheasant's neck from her hand and sees it fall beneath the bubbles of broth. Splash it back, splash it hot in her eyes of amber. "What a sweet voice you have young man," she says. "I've never heard any such timbre!"

Where are the rest of our friends?
Is she the one in the pulpit?
Leavin her name in my carvings
Am I the only one jokin?

Pelt standing spiked with delight, the vole plays along. "Why yes, it tends to impress women of your age!" She feels around for a rag to wipe her scalded eyes. "I can only imagine how handsome you must be!" "Allow me," he says slithering into her glistening palm. She brings the matted mess up to wipe her eyes.

Where are the rest of our friends?
Is she the one in the pulpit?
Leavin her name in my carvings
Am I the only one jokin?

"Your handkerchief smells of week's old well water and feels of grandfather's armpit tufts!" Spreading the crust from her monarch butterfly eyes, she finds the vole clutched between her fingers. She screams and lets him wriggle free. His erratic pelvis flips and jerks before he lands beside the bloated pheasant under the surface of the brine!

Where are the rest of our friends?
Is she the one in the pulpit?
Leavin her name in my carvings
Am I the only one jokin?
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All instruments recorded Live

Robby Cimino: Vocals/Guitar/Lyrics
Dylan Israelian: Bass
Michael Matza: Drums/Production

Vole's Last Brine

"Austin Street" by Towards Violet
Copyright 2015

Lyrics:

As we walked down Austin street,
You gave me reason to believe,
Something more than I thought could be.
Friends? Romance?
Either Circumstance would great by me.

Well, you took me to your favorite places
And showed me your familiar faces
Promising I would be one too.

Shared the darkest parts of us we swore we’d never tell…

Though our live seem like hell,
We found refuge in each other.

A connection like no other felt before…

You promised me a chance to be a part of you.
You swore to me! You swore to me that you wanted it too.
But you left me chasing the ghost of you.
You promised me a chance to be a part of you.
You swore to me! You swore to me that you wanted it too.
But you left me stranded chasing the ghost of you.

I messaged you all the time and fell every time you had none for me.
Who really has no time?
I mean…we have to eat, now don’t we?

Now my life feels like hell.
With no chance of us together.
A deception like so many have felt before.

You promised me a chance to be a part of you.
You swore to me! You swore to me that you wanted it too.
But you left me chasing the ghost of you.
You promised me a chance to be a part of you.
You swore to me! You swore to me that you wanted it too.
But you left me stranded chasing the ghost of you.

You said you’d make time for me
But I guess I’m not a priority.
I guess I’ll never be…

You lied to me.
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Marc Turin: Music & Lyrics, lead vocals, acoustic guitar
Michael Matza: Music, Production, acoustic guitar, bass, piano, backing vocals 

Thank you to special guest, Max Carmack, on drums

A tremendous thank you to
Recording Engineer: Max Carmack
Mastering Engineer: Andy VanDette

'Viking Bars' - Michael Matza/Robby Cimino (demo)

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