The only thing I need to know
Is which way time will flow
I know that the wind will blow
Call me Mr. So and So
Soon I will be becoming real
They will say, “Let’s make a deal.
No matter what it is you feel
We’ll give you wounds that never heal”

My love
living in your trust
It’ll always be just us
In this border timeline

Nothing else is such a must
As you must return to dust
Metal shines and then it rusts
So it goes with nothing much
When it’s all said and I done
I hope my love changed the sun
I hope I’ll say I had some fun
With all my beloved ones 

My love
living in your trust
It’ll always be just us
In this border timeline

Move my bruise with so much stealth
Maybe I am someone else
Take my chance with destiny 
Every edge and in between

My love
living in your trust
It’ll always be just us
In this border timeline
Waveform
Ever after and before
Endure
In this border timeline

Dialogues Concerning the Mojo of Jason Matu

Mr. So And So

I like the way that you talk
Love on my dog and take her on walks
You make such beautiful art
You have such a pure, special warm heart

Susan
Susan
Susan

I like the way that you smile
Choogling along all of the while
Lending me excellent books
Giving me the most soft longing looks

Susan
Susan
Susan

Remember the fourth of July
When fireworks happened in more than the sky
Remember the fourth of July

I like the way that you are
I’ve been with you by train, boat and car
Mylanta the things that we’ve seen
I wanna see more, you know what I mean   

Susan
Susan
Susan

Susan
Susan
Susan

Susan

Believe what you’re seeing

Go and misbehave 
Ride an ether wave 
Try and be a great ape
To your senses come 
From their fences run
To the end has just begun
The undiscovered calls
The uncovered enthralls 
A vision quest befalls
The Rosetta Stone 
Is your spirit alone 
It can’t speak on its own

Believe your seeing
It has the power
To make you new
Realties

Stay inside the abyss 
Till you find your bliss 
Make it your genesis
From your crashes fly
From your ashes rise 
From their flashes don’t go blind
Make some friends with stars 
Drink the truth from jars 
Free your mind from behind those bars
Rest upon the wind 
With the birds that sing 
Welcome to your awakening

Believe your seeing
It has the power
To make you new
Realties

Solid. Liquid. Plasma. Gas. 
Solid. Liquid. Plasma. Gas. 
Solid. Liquid. Plasma. Gas. 
Solid. Liquid. Plasma. Gas. 

Believe your seeing
It has the power
To make you new
Realties
Believe your seeing
It has the power
To make you new
Realties

Believe Your Seeing

Good day, say hey, come play
Someday, Monday, today
Somewhere, nowhere, be there
Who cares, I care, we care
First glance, sun dance, romance
finance advance perchance
Good day, say hey, come play
Sunday, Monday, Today

Everyday is like a rainy one
Sometimes you’re stuck in the sun
Sometimes you get your way
Or none or none or none

Somewhere, nowhere, be there
Who cares, I care, we care
Good day, say hey, come play

They say there’s no place like home, but I 
Know that home is not a place
They say there’s no place like home, but I 
Know that home is not a place

They say there’s no place like home, but I 
Know that home is not a place
They say there’s no place like home, but I 
Know that home is not a place

They say there’s no place like home, but I 
Know that home is not a place
They say there’s no place like home, but I 
Know that home is not a place
They say there’s no place like home, but I 
Know that home is not a place
They say there’s no place like home, but I 
Know that home is not a place
They say there’s no place like home, but I 
Know that home is not a place
They say there’s no place like home, but I 
Know that home is not a place
They say there’s no place like home, but I 
Know that home is not a place
They say there’s no place like home, but I 
Know that home is not a place

Home Is Not A Place

Wearing sunglasses that are hiding my tears
Feeling hungover from too many beers
As I’m suffocating in irrational fears
Waiting for someone to hear me
Hear me, hear me
Waiting for someone to hear me

All that I did was not know what to do
Waiting for fiction to turn into truth
Holding my own when my own would not do
Waiting for someone to hear me
Hear me, hear me
Waiting for someone to hear me

On and on I go pretending to say
Something relating to the end of days
It’s not my fault I was born in my way
I guess I need someone to hear me
Hear me, hear me
Guess I need someone to hear me

Most of all I guess I thought it’d be more
Not that I am that too often bored
It’s that living sometimes can be such a chore
Guess I need someone to hear me
Hear me, hear me
Guess I need someone to hear me
Hear me, hear me
Guess I need someone to hear me
Hear me

Hear Me

I don’t know if she was throwing it away
I couldn’t tell, I ran away
Though I know it’s gonna haunt me to the end
I’d do it all again

I’m getting better dying of the cure
You can get better dying of the cure

I take a puff and I take a couple pills
I take my bike through Cypress Hills
Overthinking drinking last night
In the beauty of the sunlight

I’m getting better dying of the cure
You can get better dying of the cure

Friday night rambles around inside my mind
I’d search my memory but I’m scared of what I’d find
Looking in the mirror, asking those questions of the glass
Never learning nothing, just like I did in class

I’m getting better dying of the cure
You can get better dying of the cure
I’m getting better dying of the cure
You can get better dying of the cure

Dying Of The Cure

It used to be so cool, but now I hear it’s not
They left in the kitchen, where it got too hot
I know it’s hard to hear it, it’s got to hurt a lot
Something’s rotten in the heart of Denmark

Give me seven reasons, show me whacha got
Dry up all your eyeballs, and wipe away your snot
Search your recollection, I think that you forgot
Something’s rotten in the heart of Denmark

I swear, I am not who I am. 
I am somebody else.

Spectral apparitions suddenly appear
An angry mob is forming to drive them outta here
I’m searching for quotations to take from King Lear
Sound and fury, signifying nothing

Maze-like though it isn’t, it seems we’re lost in fear
Of losing all the nothings that we hold so dear
The world’s surely ending, let’s drink another beer
Sound and fury, signifying nothing

I swear, I am not who I am. 
I am somebody else.

Shall I compare you to a summer’s day
You are more lovely and more temperate
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May
And summer’s lease has all too short a date

Little baby spiders never cry boo-hoo
I’m thinking that it’s something only human children do
I think I’ll find the answer when I get the flu
Many true words were said just joking

Mysteries are dying, making orphans of the clues
Homer never mentioned once the color blue
But while we’re on this journey, we have to see it through
Many true words were said just joking

I swear, I am not who I am. 
I am somebody else.
I swear, I am not who I am. 
I am somebody else.

I Am Not Who I Am

Creamy Dreams, The very very best of forest of fools, Vol. 1

Gelatinous Platypus

Malty Chirps

Nova Soon's new EP, Goodbyetown, was released on November 1st 2024, preceded by singles 'Antarctica' and 'Four Walls & The Sky'. Retelling the death from leukaemia of Noah's songwriter father Nick, and Noah's subsequent years caring for his mother Barbara in the memory-laden house where he died, the EP weaves a black-and-white seaside purgatory world, through which the listener must walk to escape back to full-colour life.

Raw classical arpeggios and first-take vocals, speeding and slowing organically, float above mystic fog-scapes of synth, bass, and harmonies (courtesy of multi-instrumentalist producer James Smithells). All the while, found sounds from Nick's life shimmer in and out: breathing, speaking, laughing, singing, footsteps, plus seagulls, waves, and wind. The result is a heavy, heady recording, full of emptiness and anger, but also, in the end, vast joy in life, and — Nick's particular legacy — love for music. As the six-minute title track's climax whispers, with hard-won gratitude: 'In the great, cruel sweep of time, there is a song.'

***

The TV lounge is silent as the sea floor
Save Penny telling Sheldon to shut up
The only joke is that they're nerds
But Mum clings on to every word
Embryonic in the grief he left her

They moved here when their mortgage was expiring
Their tenderness and warmth soon followed suit
She'd sneak upstairs, and sleep all day
He'd stab his keys, while, in his veins
Disease unspooled, and dragged him
Ache by ache, to his grave

By the lonely oceanside
In a town built for goodbyes
In the house of seagull-white
Where their love went wrong
In the lounge where we all cried
When all he could do was writhe
In the sunbeam where he died
We carry on

I've moved back now, to throw out old mementos
To make her soup, and tell her, 'Give it time'
I cringe through theories of the bang
Through joyless laughter from the can
But when I sing, I feel his absent hand
Guide me back to who I am

By the lonely oceanside
In a town built for goodbyes
In the house of seagull-white
Where their love went wrong
In the lounge where we all cried
When all he could do was writhe
In the sunbeam where he died
Old and tired and gone
On our pale blue speck of light
In the endless yawning night
In the great, cruel sweep of time
There is a song

Goodbyetown

Nova Soon's new EP, Goodbyetown, was released on November 1st 2024, preceded by singles 'Antarctica' and 'Four Walls & The Sky'. Retelling the death from leukaemia of Noah's songwriter father Nick, and Noah's subsequent years caring for his mother Barbara in the memory-laden house where he died, the EP weaves a black-and-white seaside purgatory world, through which the listener must walk to escape back to full-colour life.

Raw classical arpeggios and first-take vocals, speeding and slowing organically, float above mystic fog-scapes of synth, bass, and harmonies (courtesy of multi-instrumentalist producer James Smithells). All the while, found sounds from Nick's life shimmer in and out: breathing, speaking, laughing, singing, footsteps, plus seagulls, waves, and wind. The result is a heavy, heady recording, full of emptiness and anger, but also, in the end, vast joy in life, and — Nick's particular legacy — love for music. As the six-minute title track's climax whispers, with hard-won gratitude: 'In the great, cruel sweep of time, there is a song.'

Hymn

More mediocre than meteoric 
the black hole waits
Export my being from corkscrewing eyes
locked oblivion  clearly bleary
I do not know time  can it break free
from disappearing machinery 

Goodbye blue Monday  breathing water
cloth forever weaving  Leaking bile
from the scraps of you which you can't give back
I’ll have to leave if you’re gonna crash 

A wishful secret a longing tug
Quiet surrounds the weight above 
There are places I won’t go
But if I have to leave then I am coming back
Embrace the pace, escape this place
Tilt, rotation, revolution
There are places I won’t go 
But if I have to leave then I am coming back

And if I’m blessed I guess 
I’ll still be here
when the Midwestern heat belt opens up


The Sun Said Nothing

Brutal Big

onun əsiri

Come here my girl
I'm here for such a long time
Come here my girl
I'm here for such a long long time

Take me apart
I don't wanna be the same one anymore
Take me to pieces
I don't wanna be the same one anymore

Come here my girl
I just wanna be with you
Come here my girl
I just wanna be one with you

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Come and take part in the revelry from another world

Alien Waltz

Remastered Tracks from Visualize by Rodney Vaun Zohner recorded in 1985


Visualize - Track 3 - Remastered by Ramon Carlos

Jason Matu is an indie singer-songwriter.

Creating dreamy sonic voyages to take you away.

• Space-folk artist (aka Noah de Grunwald)

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