This is cover version of the mighty Neil Young’s song “Thrasher”.  

Mixed by Erik Sahd.  
Performed by Matt McClure

Thrasher (Neil Young cover)

You allied yourself then with the fleeing druggies
All this now preemptive running up into the wind
Chalk it up at best to half-baked ill intention
You might as well just see these kids exactly as they are

Not a band of halfwits going through a phase
Not a strand of hair or nor a color in their face
Left for dead instead and as empty as a cage

Just don’t you remember them as angry
Should you even remember them at all 
You’re always low on Saturdays when
You start your year early in the fall 

All these cloudless kids inching closer to their lords, to be ignored

You will defy your wealth and end up on a gurney
Stuck inside this bright new cavern, locked onto your back
And they’ll wait for you, just outside of the lobby
Begging pills from patients who still don’t know who they are

Not a night to fight with nurses bearing toothaches
Not a win in sight, I’d be gone upon a breeze
Stay alight tonight, you’re always finding new ways

But don’t you remember them as angry
Should you even remember them at all 
You’re always low on Saturdays when
You start your year early in the fall

All these toothless grins marching on to lesser things, bring ‘em in

Magazine Street

Recurring Orphans

Bennington Wave (remix)

Psychic Bear

Nordoshan

I apologized and left, they let me keep my hands
I’m molecularly different than when the day began
Nothing in the rules against “Giving In”
Have to relearn all their words and just what they do
And keep myself together better, this time through
Their design won’t even allow me to sigh
Nothing from the top again, I’m afraid
Maybe just this once you forgot to pray (forgot to pray)
This time I’ll find a job that doesn’t cause me such shame
And maybe stare at strangers sometimes on the train
Doesn’t seem to hurt, but would I know?
And if I see her in the window, somehow modeling shoes
This time I’ll stay away, much better than to confuse
She wouldn’t know me, after all
Nothing from the top again, I’m afraid
Maybe just this once you forgot to pray
Some things don’t seem to count before the grave
Who knew you could get you so far away? (so far away)

Giving Up

Heather's Feathers

From my upcoming album “In Situ” out on April 15th.

LYRICS
Someone started stabbing up the trees
Someone small or down on his hands and knees
I’d hoped it would remain a mystery
If it’s your son or God forbid it’s me
You have no alibi without a history

I can be much more honest than I was on the news
Like back when you were hooked on phonics
But replace your words with the blues
Replace your words with the blues

Something started editing the seeds
Something wrong and vastly incomplete
God knows we could have used the calories
To line our blood and give us strength to sneeze
You have no heritage without the mystery

We can become true horrors like you watched on TV
Because we came with extra dollars for your last dignity
In these your final hours, not much left to see
Best you stay away from cowards in your moment of need
When something’s gunning for your knees

Hospitality

Gentleman's Barrier

"Dome Life" is a song about a terrible play in which a court jester must eat weird things for the king's pleasure.  Our main character suddenly finds himself in a seat at this play with no knowledge of how he got there.  He's bleeding and goes onstage and chaos ensues.

"Dome Life"

Here, have some songs from DIY rock songwriter Matt McClure and his band The Figurants.

"Dome Life"

Matt McClure

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