Song about coming out as trans and holding space for people who have love in their hearts but hate and bad habits in their mouths. This tune speaks to the truth of peoples' "right" to believe whatever they want and how that entitlement is directly tied to the oppression of marginalized groups through the history of the US and how I'm fuckin' done with it.

Lyrics:

It's Matti now if you don't mind
And if you do, hey it's fine
I'll be there to remind you every time
Because I want you to be better

But it's your right to be forgetful
Or just an asshole, it's right there in the declaration of independence
And what a great piece of work that is
With it's "merciless Indian savages"

Yea that ain't it
It's gotta go
Along with all of these prejudiced weeds you continue to let grow
There's no flower
It's just a thorn
And it's been draining me dry since the day I was born 
So it's Matti now

Yea I'm Matti now, if you don't mind
But if you do hey, it's fine
I'll be there to remind you every time
Because I want you to be better

Matti Joy

This track is a lofi inspired recording of the end of a party in our home. It features the voice of my friend mentioned in Bourgeois Hatchet and it captures a moment I felt like I succeeded in offering peace to those who need it.

Game Under

Peace isn’t always what’s needed. We often find peace in the day-to-day continuance of the status quo, never realizing the violence brought upon the world by staying so stuck in the ways we do things. This frantic guitar and cyclical poem seek to reflect the destructive nature of our patterns.

“And the stars
Glitter with their family
Never take time to see
The reach of humanity
 
And the cars
Run the track endlessly
Turn left incessantly
Refuel but never free

And the stars
Glow with iridescent glee
Run the track endlessly
Never take time to see

That the cars
Run the track endlessly
Never take time to see
The violence in vanity”

End Of Stars

This first song was written during my first year of teaching music in a struggling public school.  I soon realized I had more hope than experience. As the year progressed, depression started to sink in. I didn’t want to leave my house. Anxiety was beginning to cripple me. This song came out all at once one day onto a loop pedal and suddenly my emotions became palpable.

“Oh Yeah
Oh why am I sittin’ here lettin’ it all pass me by?
Won’t you tell me?
Wake in the morning
Roll outta bed
Every day I try and find a way
To stay away from the day
And I can hear it callin’ but I can’t see
What’s right in front of me
Just blindly reach my hands for freedom
And boldly seize the day.
(Why am I lyin’ here, and to myself?)”

Oh Yeah

Hope. Hope for things yet done.
Sight. Sight for things still to come.
These things you need, yes indeed my dear
But that's not all- Just smile, you're only there for a little while.
Bring. Bring yourself right to the edge.
Your past, is just that my darling don't go dredging up
Don't fill your cup with sorrow
There's still tomorrow- Just smile, you were only there for just a little while
Just sing! Just shout! Whistle til your lungs drop out.
Your lips will purse but you can't curse the world round you can't kill your mirth They'll smile... Even though they'll only listen for a little while.
Work hard! Go far! Don't think about whether love is cross starred. There's little you can do to stop the ticking clocks and worried knocks Please smile... You'll only miss her for a little while.
Open your eyes! Just realize! You're not the only one who ever cries.
We'll all find the way, through today, we'll make it home, breathe, hit the hay
Then smile... 'Cause we're here just a little while.

Little While

Forest Bathing

A man, his guitar, and his quest to find the wild spaces in his life. 

1. Doing what he can to save the bees and other pollinators. 
2. Finding his peace in the woods of Central Oregon, working in the Deschutes National Forest at Camp Tamarack. 
3. A song dedicated to his godson and the future of all children who will come and who have come before. 
4. A celebration of the lush, icy cold Oregon watershed. 
5. Finally, a lifelong quest of finding the wild spaces of his life no matter where he finds himself.

Take a seat and enjoy the ride. Best with headphones.

Koosah & Sahalie

Oh Honey Please, Do It For The Bees

A song that evokes the nostalgia of our collective past.
Dedicated to Robert Soles Sr.

Granite City, IL

 I don’t see what all the fuss is about
There was always plenty of food in the pantry
So many ways for us to spend our time
As long as we spent it alone

My grandmother told me stories
Of apples for pennies fresh from the street corner
And how her husband had bees in the back yard
As the fruits of his labor filled his garden and lungs with blood

For our bloody gods
Keep the stock options over the broken homes
Settle fevers with a fresh cut of sod
Fill the hole in your heart with your children’s children

Granite City, IL

Come up and meet me

Wake up in the morning time
expect to see you there
but it's only the sun

Breathe in the lonely air
and sip on my coffee
as I wait for the sun to
come up and meet me

I'd like to stay high
for the rest of my life
but the ground always seems to
come up and meet me

I'd like to stay
in the morning time
for the rest of my life

But the sun always seems to
come up and meet me

I'd like to stay
in the morning
I'd like to stay high
in the morning
I'd like to expect to see you there

Wake up wake up wake up
it's only 9:15

But the sun always seems to
come up and meet me

See you there
come up and meet me

Come Up And Meet Me

And They Laid Together

The Boots Song

There’s no song I could sing to bring peace on earth
But every day I try and
Figure it out

Every morning when I rise I try and dream a little dream
Something impossible
A hopeful, peaceful scheme

But it seems there’s no words could be said
Nor a hymn to be sung in perfect harmony
No number to take while you sit and you wait
No treaty to unbroken by the hubris of state

So I got no statement to give and no number to call
No way to remember the ones who gave all
No altar on which I burn up all our dreams
No probable cause for the evil we’ve seen

So as sure as the silver that’s lining these clouds
As sure as the chorus of coyotes howl
As sure as the engines our fathers did wield
As sure as the mothers arm in arm line the field

There’s a wheel set in motion that cannot be stopped
Though it slows and it hesitates and needs your weight behind it

So stoke a furious and fiery love that burns away your hate
Let the clean and unclean things thrown into those flames
Replace your shame
So never again

May there never need to be songs sung to bring peace on earth
Because it’s already here  So every morning when you rise, just try and dream a little dream
Something impossible

Something Impossible

Someday I’d like to own my own piece of stolen land
So I’m saving up my money just as best as I can
But every day it seems like someone asks me for my change
And I just give it all away, never have my home on the range

But I’ll always have the secret corners of my heart
With those sacred acres I will never part
And so when it all doesn’t go according to plan
I’ll have a place to take it easy while I still can

Sacred Acres

Writer. Multi-Instrumentalist. Producer. Chill + Intentional Vibes.

Matti Joy

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