Track 3 from Matthew Szlachetka's new album "Waits For A Storm To Find."

3. Come Home For December
Written By Matthew Szlachetka (SESAC/ Francis Marie Publishing) & Jaime Wyatt (BMI/ Trippin Tunes) 

Rain fills the gutters
Puddles on the ground
Wood for the fire
Wet leaves all around

Days in the kitchen
Just home from school
First taste of brandy
Never could follow no rules

Pre-Chorus
We’ve grown divided, how time is strange
I’m wondering where you are

Chorus
Come home for December
We can put your reggae on 
Come home for December
We can sing a song

Nobody told you
Right from wrong
You left home early 
And I wish I tagged along

Pre-Chorus
We’ve grown divided, how time is strange
I’m wondering where you are
If I’d known your heartache was left alone
I’d taken the time to call

Chorus
Come home for December
We can put your reggae on 
Come home for December
We can sing a song
Come home for December
We can put your reggae on 
Come home for December
We can sing a song
We can sing a song
We can sing, sing a song

© 2014 Francis Marie Publishing; Trippin Tunes



Matthew Szlachetka - Acoustic Guitar, Vocals
Shiben Bhattacharya- Upright Bass
Joe Napolitano- Drums, Percussion
Dave “Mustang” Lang- Piano, Accordion
Jaime Wyatt- Vocals


Come Home For December

Track 5 from Matthew Szlachetka's new album "Waits For A Storm To Find."

5. I Can’t Look At Your Face
Written by Matthew Szlachetka (SESAC/ Francis Marie Publishing)

I can’t look at your face
Much more these days
I can’t look at your face
Much more these days
So sad, so sad what happened to you

They got their fingers in you
When you were young
They got their fingers in you
When you were young
So sad, so sad what happened to you

Bridge
Started out beautiful, singing that voice of yours
Nothing in the world you couldn’t do
Never had a chance to grow, the boy inside never knew
The body that this man had become
The world was your personal, stage that you played to hide
A pain no one knew was inside
Now that your time is gone, the people who done you wrong
Can never never never touch you now that you’re free

I can’t look at your face
Much more these days
I can’t look at your face
Much more these days
So sad, so sad what happened to you
So sad, so sad what happened to you
So sad, so sad what happened to you

© 2014 Francis Marie Publishing 

Matthew Szlachetka - Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Vocals
Shiben Bhattacharya- Bass
Joe Napolitano- Drums, Percussion
Dave “Mustang” Lang- Organ 
Rosa Pullman- Vocals
Chris Torres- Vocals
Adam Leibreich-Johnsen- Trombone
Steve Clothier- Baritone Saxophone
Emily St. Amand-Poliakoff- Tenor Saxophone
Mike Bolger- Trumpet


I Can't Look At Your Face

Track 8 from Matthew Szlachetka's new album "Waits For A Storm To Find."

8. All These Lines
Written By Matthew Szlachetka (SESAC/ Francis Marie Publishing) & Kyle Puccia (BMI/ PhonoCosmic Music Publishing) 

Here we stand road tested
On and on, same ol’ news
Just woke up but I feel wasted
Alone in a bed built for two
Here we stand, apart together
Hand in hand in solitude
You demand and I wander
We don’t know what we’ll do

Chorus
Time, don’t leave me behind
Time, has earned us all these lines
With time

Here we stand inching forward
Day by day this show goes on
Trying our best to dodge all the punches 
Hard as it seems we’re not going anywhere

Chorus
Time, don’t leave me behind
Time, has earned us all these lines

Bridge
Busted up, broken down angel
Take me home, far away
Dust it off, you’re not unwanted
There’s no place I’d rather stay

Chorus 
Time, don’t leave me behind
Time, has earned us all these lines
With time

© 2014 Francis Marie Publishing; PhonoCosmic Music Publishing

Matthew Szlachetka - Acoustic Guitar, Dobro/ Slide Guitar, Vocals
Jillinda Palmer- Vocals
George Johnsen- Vocals
Jen Kuhn- Cello
Michael Whitson- Viola
Ina Veli- Violin


All These Lines

Track 9 from Matthew Szlachetka's new album "Waits For A Storm To Find."

9. I Keep Telling Myself It’s Fine
Written by Matthew Szlachetka (SESAC/ Francis Marie Publishing)

My mouth feels like the Sahara Desert
I’m stressed out beyond my mind
My gravel tongue is minced and torn
Roots of my teeth scorch and burn

Chorus
But I’m alright
I keep telling myself it’s fine
But I’m alright
That’s what I keep saying all the time
But I’m alright
I’m alright
Yeah most of the time

Black market gypsy gonna steal my liver
Gonna wake up in a tub full of ice
I fell like I have to drink a river
Whatever you want comes with a price

Chorus
But I’m alright
I keep telling myself it’s fine
But I’m alright
That’s what I keep saying all the time
But I’m alright
I’m alright
Yeah most of the time

Willie Loman ain’t got shit on me
Caught up like Switzerland, weak in the knee
I’m a, snake oil salesman gonna make you a deal
Limping on track I forgot what is real

Chorus
But I’m alright
I keep telling myself it’s fine
But I’m alright
That’s what I keep saying all the time
But I’m alright
I’m alright
Yeah most of the time
Yeah most of the time

© 2014 Francis Marie Publishing 

Matthew Szlachetka - Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Vocals
Shiben Bhattacharya- Bass, Percussion
Joe Napolitano- Drums, Percussion, Vocals
Dave “Mustang” Lang- Organ 
Brett Farkas- Electric Guitar
Rosa Pullman- Vocals
Chris Torres- Vocals
Steve Clothier- Baritone Saxophone


I Keep Telling Myself It's Fine

Track 10 from Matthew Szlachetka's new album "Waits For A Storm To Find."

10. You’re Home To Me
Written by Matthew Szlachetka (SESAC/ Francis Marie Publishing)

Well I’m out on the road again
Traveling far away distances
3,000 miles makes it hard, to remember my name

Dead dog on the side of the road
Wondering if he had a place to go
5,000 miles ahead, will I still be the same

Chorus
I’ll never forget, you Love
Your smile just brings me home
I’ll never forget, you Love
You’re back where I belong
I’ll never forget, you Love
Your patience proves you strong
I’ll never forget, you’re home to me

Sun going down on a back roads highway
Sooner or later she’ll be with me someday
7,000 miles, they’re strangers to me now

Cool dark winds blow through the desert
Sand and dust rising, get erased with the night
I have you with me but I still have one question
10,000 miles, will I make it out this time?

Chorus
I’ll never forget, you Love
Your smile just brings me home
I’ll never forget, you Love
You’re back where I belong
I’ll never forget, you Love
Your patience proves you strong
I’ll never forget, you’re home to me

Chorus 
I’ll never forget, you Love
Your smile just brings me home
I’ll never forget, you Love
You’re back where I belong
I’ll never forget, you Love
Your patience proves you strong
I’ll never forget, you’re home to me

I’ll never forget, you Love
Your smile just brings me home
I’ll never forget, you Love
You’re back where I belong
I’ll never forget, you Love
Your patience proves you strong
I’ll never forget, you’re home to me
You’re home to me

© 2014 Francis Marie Publishing 

Matthew Szlachetka - Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Vocals
Shiben Bhattacharya- Bass
Joe Napolitano- Drums, Percussion
Dave “Mustang” Lang- Wurlitzer, Organ
Stephen “Doc” Patt- Pedal Steel
Jaime Wyatt- Vocals


You're Home To Me

Track 11 from Matthew Szlachetka's new album "Waits For A Storm To Find."

11. Threw You Away In Los Angeles
Written By Matthew Szlachetka (SESAC/ Francis Marie Publishing) & Kyle Puccia (BMI/ PhonoCosmic Music Publishing) 

We first met years ago today
You gave me comfort on my way
But now I’m stuck here ‘cause of you
Only one thing left to do 

Pre-Chorus
It took too long
But I’m moving on, moving on

Chorus
Come on now
Come on now
Won’t grow until you’re gone, so I
Threw you away in Los Angeles 
So long, so long

They say that wisdom comes with age
But you have just worn out and frayed
But it breaks my heart in two
To think of needing something new
Pre-Chorus
It took way too long
But I’m moving on, moving on
Chorus
Come on now
Come on now
Won’t grow until you’re gone, so I
Threw you away in Los Angeles 
So long, so long

Bridge
Can’t fear regret
Don’t pull me back again, again
Built me a platform to stand, but I’m
Changing the guard instead

Chorus
Come on now
Come on now
Won’t grow until you’re gone, so I
Threw you away in Los Angeles
Come on now
Come on now
Won’t grow until you’re gone, so I
Threw you away in Los Angeles, so I
Threw you away in Los Angeles
So long, so long
So long, so long

© 2014 Francis Marie Publishing; PhonoCosmic Music Publishing

Matthew Szlachetka - Acoustic Guitar, Vocals
Shiben Bhattacharya- Bass
Joe Napolitano- Drums, Percussion
Dave “Mustang” Lang- Piano, Organ 
Brett Farkas- Electric Guitar
Miranda Lee Richards- Vocals
Rosa Pullman- Vocals
Chris Torres- Vocals
Kane McGee- Vocals


Threw You Away In Los Angeles

Track 12 from Matthew Szlachetka's album "Waits For A Storm To Find."

12. Waits For A Storm To Find
Written by Matthew Szlachetka (SESAC/ Francis Marie Publishing)

Chorus
The sun sets on concrete rivers
I try to see the reflections on my mind
Raging through an empty trough
That waits for a storm to find

I run through these hills at dawn
Street lights fight to linger on
Early morning frost, leaves a clear path
That moves from the woods to the city

Up just ahead, a coyote stands
Struggling with two different kinds of jungles
One has his heart, the other takes his soul
He runs ‘til there’s no place to go

Chorus
The sun sets on concrete rivers
I try to see the reflections on my mind
Raging through an empty trough
That waits for a storm to find

This place that you’ve known, you call it a home
But now the urban thief is stealing its meaning
Your life on the run always searching to belong
And once again it’s time to move on

The question of love sits on the table
A love that brings you home every night
It cripples your senses, harmony is tough
Sometimes love ain’t enough

Chorus
The sun sets on concrete rivers
I try to see the reflections on my mind
Raging through an empty trough
That waits for a storm to find

Bridge
And I wait alone
And I wait alone
With this weight
It carries on, it carries on, it carries on

Chorus
The sun sets on concrete rivers
I try to see the reflections on my mind
Raging through an empty trough
That waits for a storm to find
That waits for a storm to find
That waits for a storm to find

© 2014 Francis Marie Publishing 

Matthew Szlachetka - Dobro, Slide Guitar, Vocals
Shiben Bhattacharya- Upright Bass
Joe Napolitano- Drums
Dave “Mustang” Lang- Piano
Jaime Wyatt- Vocals
Adam Leibreich-Johnsen- Trombone
Steve Clothier- Baritone Saxophone
Emily St. Amand-Poliakoff- Tenor Saxophone


Waits For A Storm To Find

Matthew Szlachetka - Acoustic Guitar, Vocals
Jules Belmont- Acoustic Guitar


"Back Into Your Heart"
Written By Matthew Szlachetka (SESAC/ Francis Marie Publishing) & Kyle Puccia (BMI/ PhonoCosmic Music Publishing)

Sunlight peaking through the window
Reflects the highlights in your hair
Breeze blowing through the window
Smell of jasmine in the air

Pre-Chorus
Though we left those days behind
You’re forever on my mind

Chorus
If you need to take some time
If you got something to find
I’ll be right here waiting
For a sign to move back into your heart
If you’re out of words to say
And you’ve got to run away
I’ll be right here waiting
For a sign to move back into your heart

You left on Tuesday morning
Now my Mondays never end
You cut me off without warning
Now I’m missing my best friend

Pre-Chorus
And though you left those days behind
Can’t get you off my mind

Chorus
If you need to take some time
If you got something to find
I’ll be right here waiting
For a sign to move back into your heart
If you’re out of words to say
And you’ve got to run away
I’ll be right here waiting
For a sign to move back into your heart

Bridge
Derailed the train to push down your pain
But you gotta face it
Don’t throw away the life we made
You just gotta believe that

Chorus
If you need to take some time
If you got something to find
I’ll be right here waiting
For a sign to move back into your heart
If you’re out of words to say
And you’ve got to run away
I’ll be right here waiting
For a sign to move back into your heart
For a sign to move back into your heart

© 2014 Francis Marie Publishing; PhonoCosmic Music Publishing


"Back Into Your Heart" Live From Voice Of America/ Border Crossings

"Come Home For December"

Written By Matthew Szlachetka (SESAC/ Francis Marie Publishing) & Jaime Wyatt (BMI/ Trippin Tunes)

Matthew Szlachetka - Acoustic Guitar, Vocals
Jules Belmont- Acoustic Guitar

Rain fills the gutters
Puddles on the ground
Wood for the fire
Wet leaves all around

Days in the kitchen
Just home from school
First taste of brandy
Never could follow no rules

Pre-Chorus
We’ve grown divided, how time is strange
I’m wondering where you are

Chorus
Come home for December
We can put your reggae on 
Come home for December
We can sing a song

Nobody told you
Right from wrong
You left home early 
And I wish I tagged along

Pre-Chorus
We’ve grown divided, how time is strange
I’m wondering where you are
If I’d known your heartache was left alone
I’d taken the time to call

Chorus
Come home for December
We can put your reggae on 
Come home for December
We can sing a song
Come home for December
We can put your reggae on 
Come home for December
We can sing a song
We can sing a song
We can sing, sing a song

© 2014 Francis Marie Publishing; Trippin Tunes


"Come Home For December" Live From Voice Of America/ Border Crossings

"And I See You Now"
Written by Matthew Szlachetka (SESAC/ Francis Marie Publishing)

Matthew Szlachetka - Acoustic Guitar, Vocals
Jules Belmont- Acoustic Guitar

I guess I’ll go on acting again, again
Covering up all the baggage
I used to treat it just like a friend, like a friend
But now it’s a job I’m stuck in
Wondering what I’m gonna do
When the bomb gets dropped again
Wondering what I’m gonna do
Put it all on the line again

Chorus
And I see you now
Trying to wear me out
And I see you now
Trying to break me down
And I see you now
Gonna fix it somehow
And I see you now
Gonna fix it somehow

Feels like I’m out on the run, on the run
From something I started
She’s just like the one that got away, got away
Now I’m kicking myself in
Foundation once built to last, but now
Water seeps through the cracks
Foundations built to last, over time
Take the proper mending

Chorus
And I see you now
Trying to wear me out
And I see you now
Trying to break me down
And I see you now
Gonna fix it somehow
And I see you now
Gonna fix it somehow

Bridge
I keep taking your punches
But I come back quick like a south paw
Around a ring that encroaches
Waiting for the bell to go off
Bell to go off

Chorus
And I see you now
Trying to wear me out
And I see you now
Trying to break me down
And I see you now
Gonna fix it somehow
And I see you now
Gonna fix it somehow

© 2014 Francis Marie Publishing

"And I See You Now" Live From Voice Of America/ Border Crossings

Heart Of My Hometown
Written By Matthew Szlachetka (SESAC/ Francis Marie Publishing) & Jamie Kent (ASCAP/ LlamaTuMama Publishing)
Copyright Matthew Szlachetka  & Jamie Kent 2015



Farewell, to the love forged in this ground
Farewell, don’t look back just make ‘em proud

Can you feel it, can you feel it
Restless bones, aching for a change
Can you hear it, I can hear it
Whispers softly pulling me away
I can’t fight it, can never fight it
Haunted like the house that once built me

Chorus
Farewell, to the love forged in this ground
Farewell, don’t look back just make ‘em proud
No matter where I go, can’t let go
To the heart of my hometown

Friday nights, satin lights
Converts, cops, and crowds cheering your name
King of the hour, a taste of power
Ready for a bigger pond to claim.
It keeps callin’, yeah it keeps callin’,
The voice of Main St echoes in my dreams





Chorus
Farewell, to the love forged in this ground
Farewell, don’t look back just make ‘em proud
No matter where I go, can’t let go
To the heart of my hometown


Bridge
Everything I know I learned from wandering these old streets
Everywhere I go a little part of you I see,
A part of you in me.

Chorus
Farewell, to the love forged in this ground
Farewell, don’t look back just make ‘em proud
Farewell, to the love forged in this ground
Farewell, don’t look back just make ‘em proud
No matter where I go, can’t let go
To the heart of my hometown

Heart Of My Hometown
Matthew Szlachetka- Electric Guitar, Lead Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, Vocals
Shiben Bhattacharya- Bass
Derek Brown- Drums, Percussion
Dave “Mustang” Lang- Piano
Kevin Savigar- Wurlitzer, Organ
Doug Pettibone- Tremolo Guitar
Jamie Kent- Vocals
Megan Slankard- Vocals

Produced, Engineered & Mixed By David Bianco
Recorded At Dave's Room

Heart Of My Hometown

11 Old Soul

08 Lifeboat

05 Earthquake

Rolling Stone hailed SZLACHETKA as one of the 10 New Country Artists You Need to Know, describing his forthcoming album as "a soundtrack for both the highway and the heartland... a collection of road-dog roots-rockers and Americana ballads inspired by the people (and places) he's left behind in the rearview mirror."

SZLACHETKA (pronounced SLA-HET-KA) draws your gaze back to a simpler time when music was less about stylized production and more about its experiential nature. His songwriting finds inspiration in the threads that connect us, weaving a tapestry of familiar moments that pay homage to the past while leaning into a future that promises both wonder and grace. Now based in Nashville, SZLACHETKA grew up in New England and began his career as the frontman for the acclaimed roots-rock band, The Northstar Session, with whom he recorded five albums and appeared in the second season of NBC’s “Parenthood”.  After nearly a decade of touring he left the band and struck out on his own, releasing his first solo album in 2014, “Waits for a Storm to Find”. SZLACHETKA’s sophomore album (produced by Grammy winning producer David Bianco), “Heart of my Hometown” is set for release in early 2018.  

Matthew is a prolific songwriter who relishes the creative interplay of collaborative writing and the serendipitous connections that materialize on the road. In the last year alone, he has collaborated with Kevin Savigar (Rod Stewart, Kelsea Ballerini), Adam Wright (Alan Jackson, Lee Ann Womack), Mando Saenz (Miranda Lambert, Lee Ann Womack, Eli Young Band, Whiskey Myers, Kim Richey, Wade Bowen), Jeff Silbar (Wind Beneath My Wings), Wyatt Durrette (Zac Brown Band), Scott Underwood (TRAIN), Jamie Kent, Jamie Wyatt, Austin Hanks (Billy Gibbons, ZZ Top), Katelyn Clampett, Matt Brown, Andrew Leahey and Paul Freeman.

Throughout his travels, Matthew has shared the stage with the likes of include Mike Campbell (from Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers), Chris Isaac, Brandi Carlisle, Huey Lewis & The News, John Waite, Pat Green, Brandy Clark, Deana Carter, Tommy Emmanuel, Albert Lee, Doyle Dykes, Chris Hillman, Laurence Juber, John Jorgensen, Lee Roy Parnell, Cracker, Camper Van Beethoven, Matthew Sweet, Greg Laswell, Johnette Napolitano, Hanson, Fishbone, The English Beat, Madi Diaz, The California Honeydrops.

Americana music imbued “with the exaltation and resilience of classic Bruce Springsteen, while delivering the humanity and warmth of John Prine’s best songwriting.” 
~ Jackson Truax, shakedownnews.com

Matthew’s songwriting is that rare kind that rises above the cliché, but remains accessible for the ordinary listener.
~ Premier Guitar Magazine

With his new solo album, Waits for a Storm to Find, Szlachetka has taken that step of faith into the unknown. The album is courageously honest and heralds a promising new chapter in his career.
~ New York Minute Magazine

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