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South Bend
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"South Bend"
Written by Matthew Clark
southern-most saint joe, there's a town that i call home
i'm sure you've heard all the ropes; just a rust belt city
broken town, who's gonna save us from ourselves
everybody's looking for hope, let's give our kids a good city
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hey, south bend!
it's nice to see you again
it's been far too long
since i've walked by the river
rust belt town
studebakers gone lost and found
rebuild from the ground
i want to see my town flourish
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oh, how things have changed, people grow up, friends move away
we start doing different things, how i miss those "good old times"
at the time we never thought it could end, we were so young, i still don't understand
how the present quickly becomes the past and then i romanticize it
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hey, south bend!
it's nice to see you again
it's been far too long
since i've walked by the river
highway town
so much noise it's so easy to drown
but don't lose yourself
i want to see you rise again
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all this history, we're always treasuring lost glory
but now is where life is lived, here we are in the present-tense
here's something to fight for; i don't believe we can't find hope no more
these problems are now in our hands, now how do we fix this?
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hey, south bend!
it's nice to see you again
it's been far too long
since i've walked by the river
you're my hometown
all these memories of lights and sound
city streets been hummin' the blues
but this life is what you make it
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hey, south bend!
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"Felt Too Much, Sought Too Little"
Written by Matthew Clark
it's been six months since we last spoke
and i have to wonder if we're still friends
if we were to talk, i wonder what we would talk about
there's still something here we haven't dealt with
you probably don't know it but we are the same (for the most part)
and after all we've been through i felt like you could be "the one"
we smiled together and i felt like we had something i never had before
and so i had to tell you the truth
it's been six months since we last spoke
and i'm guessing you haven't thought too much about me
i still feel like i betrayed the friendship that we had
all i really can say is "i'm sorry"
i must admit, i did it all wrong
and i should've told you in person but i was too scared
maybe that letter explained way too much
and now i think all we know is this tension
~after all those things that we said
~after all those adventures we had
~after all the things that made sense
~i know i should've talked about this
+i'd like to believe our friendship still stands
+i'd like to believe we haven't said it all
+i spent a year of my life thinking you might be "the one"
+took me so long to stop believing that it might be true
i'm done; i finally wrote it....i'm over you!
remember that one time we explored a spaceship
we had the entire cosmos at our fingertips
those moments with you always felt like so much more
i know now more than they ever really were
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"Nonfiction Fantasies of Old"
Written by Matthew Clark
i have this dream of a place
a place i've only ever visited once
many songs have traveled its wayward roads
roads paved with art and honesty
and though i know it's probably not that great
that town is painted with their love and tears
if it's an honest life you're looking for you can find it
on a living room floor, singing songs of joy and sorrow
sun shining through the drapes, waking up to cinnamon rolls
chilly morning, tea still warm, in an old thermos
the day ahead, exploring a town we've never been in
i feel at home with you
~and i felt loved, two-hundred miles away
~people like me, i think we're trying to escape
~we felt young, adventuring through the day
~dream with me. dream. let us dream.
i have this dream of a place
a place i've only ever been to once
off to a party, out in a cornfield, quiet lonely roads
hazy sunset of fire and gold
one of those families with a love that overflows
yeah, they give until there's nothing left
laugh at things gone wrong, some things just don't make much sense
whatever happens, let us love
here's some blankets, stay the night, we can play old board games
tell some stories, turn out the lights, in the morning we'll find
a funny joke, new songs to sing
driving away from that home away from home
~and i felt loved, in a place i've never know
~you're not like me, do you also struggle to love?
~i felt young, but now i feel i'm getting old and bit too cynical
~dream with me, dream with me, of a place where we belong
i've got these friends that i call family
we've known each other for quite some time
and now i fear i'm not as close we could be
maybe there's this tension we deny
i don't ever want to let them go
but i fear that day may be coming soon
is this the end, so long my friend, i've forgotten these reasons
do you sing for me, i'm singing for you?
your favorite movie, fresh popcorn, i really love this too
homemade dinner, painting walls, hard rain's gonna fall
folding swans and play card games, and climbing trees
those pictures with you, now hanging on my wall
~and i felt loved, just being there with you
~no new stories to tell, just writing another page
~don't know what happens next, but will you be there with me
~dream with me. dream. let us dream.
let's begin again
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Ashes Among Icons
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"Ashes Among Icons"
Written by Matthew Clark
she’s walking downtown
trippin' over converse shoelaces
reading all the faces
dreamin’ ‘bout all the lives they live
she wonders if they’re happy
she wonders if satisfaction’s ever guaranteed
she dreams of holding hands with her loved one
and finally being who she was meant to be
~happiness in all the advertisements
~taunting her in the noise and silence
~jingles and slogans, baited titles
~can't find the reason beneath all these smiles
by the window drinking coffee
sipping slowly with a pen to drain her heart
still trying to find an answer
hoping maybe these words become tangible
her despair creeps in
“how could expression ever save a wretch like me”
what once was freedom starts to mock her
"why’s this prison require so much maintaining?"
~happiness in all the advertisements
~taunting her in the noise and silence
~jingles and slogans, baited titles
~can't find the reason beneath all the smiles
~content 'cross these streams of vision
~pixelated lives, such contrite paragons
~bleeding content and monetized heartstrings
~her tears are lost in the ocean
she talks to God quite often
surfing ‘round iconoclastic digital signs
after all that’s been seen and heard
"yeah, maybe it's true"
wonderin' whether she's too far gone
she could rage against the world
but it falls back to her
she stares at me a says, “you know.....”
~“for a moment i knew i was right”
~“but there's this liar in the mirror"
~“for a moment i knew i was right”
~“the liar mocks me every night”
~from dried up riverbeds and shipwrecked shores
~i think she's found what she's aiming for
~she runs like a river, her eyes like streams
~seeking the ocean, these saltwater dreams
she found herself a home
giving wisdom and prescribing medicine
tender breathing, giving hope
if you ain't busy being born, bet you busy dying
i haven't seen her since
she walked away from everyone that she knew
one person's foolish butterfly
is another's dying saint
can the healer heal herself?
can the judge bring justice to his heart?
can the murderer make right what’s done?
can the writer find hope in being a middleman?
can the healer heal herself?
can the judge bring justice to his heart?
can the murderer make right what’s done?
will you truly understand all these stories that you've heard?
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"oh...these tired and restless shores"
Written by Matthew Clark
born on the shores of babylon
listen to the cries for meaning everyday
i see riches greater than any one man can comprehend
i see buildings once full of life now in decay
a nation poisoned with dreams of greatness
a country upon a hill we could never climb
i see messiahs bringing forth their new millennium
i see tyrants preaching of a love they still can't find
electric dream snake oil always by my side
there to lift me up again and relieve me of these fears
i see friends off in the distance that now mean nothing to me
i see strangers not so strange that are never here
this great burden carried upon our carbon shells
images to maintain and records to leave behind
i see a child starving herself for the love of strangers
a philosopher play the fool just to make his point
they tell me all i need is a dose of happiness
fast-food, click-bait wisdom without a soul
i see pretty people falling in love on an endless screen
i watch dreams from another world and the flowers unfold
ruling over the atoms and the atmosphere
we mend bones and heal illness, thirsting for life!
i hear of villages tasting springs of fresh water
i see cities being poisoned by their water supply
aching for identity in these trademark words
being tossed about like ships at sea
fandoms broken apart over politics
and religions erasing what it means to believe
listening to the rivers on a midnight radio
conspiracies, caricatures, and cosmic plainspeak
dreams of civilizations gone, now commercial pawns
i see endless crowds of people thirst for the sea
shining light into the world, "but where is its wonder!"
stars from lands unknown, i'm left with rosy dreams
i know people i've never met and things i've never done
icons of pixels and light in all their glory
are you tired?
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Lights of the World
05:54
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"Lights of the World"
Written by Matthew Clark
for the stars shine brightly in the dark
they shine across the world, and do not understand
they were real at one point, but now ashes of a life once lived
what hope is there in a light that faded so long ago?
the masses gaze upon those stages on which they too now stand
pasteled stars of glory and vision act out legends and modern myth
give meaning to it and romanticize all the chaos in this world
but if no one sees that starlight fading, must its life just be in vain?
~civilization of light, icons for all to see
~we're so scared that all we do will fade into sea
~civilization of light, eternal 'til the oil runs dry
~the hum of the world bleeds into my room, whispering into my ears
for the stars shine so brightly and oh how we gaze in awe
hopeful maybe true love like that will find us bring us peace
is this world more than a stage, this life more than a play?
the wind one day'll blow these songs away , even my words will forget me
this life of mine keeps stalking me, plagued by choices i've made
i've played the fool, maybe felt like a star, still i fret across this stage
the radio cries, the signal is lost, is there no one to keep me sane?
i strut across these realities, to find a cure for this ache
~civilization of light, turning me into
~a caricature for all to see, but are my motives true?
~oh, i've seen that Light, and he's comin' for me and you
~what a piece of work is man that You are mindful of him?
that you, the Light of all the world, would come down to this earth
come to serve and bring us the love of a Father so magnificent
what truth is there so hopeful, what star is there so bright?
the Son of Man, the Maker made to die for all our sins
how wonderful, the Author; yes, he knows our frame
he knows that we are merely dust and we soon shall pass away
i look upon all this stage and wonder, of all His works i do not know
how great is His steadfast love, how winsome and merciful
~civilization of lights, thirsting for good news
~listening to the streams and rivers and creating a white-washed tome
~thirsting for light, so thirsty for something true
~you can see it in the capitols and in the stories of our youth
let there be Light, let there be Light!
the sparks of the Word flash into the night and darkness cannot hide
and there was Light, and in him is Life
and the life of the Word gives hope to the world, he is making all things new
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"To Signal A World Without End"
Written by Matthew Clark
the strangest of these vices
wrapped up in skin and bones
intangible dichotomies
given material homes
from the day that we were born
there've been tears and promised scars
i've been trying to express to you
how i have felt so far
billions of people
circling this earth
if there's one thing that scares me
it's the ones who dare to dream
from the heart we breathe visions
from visions, we create the world
we give life unto the dust
and we make dust of this world
no war requires weapons
this war beats through my veins
we take up arms over loving
and then curse those we love
i think my heart is a desert
still thirsting for life
pour water on the sand
and watch it disappear
i want to see these stories find meaning
i want to see scorched deserts breathe life
i want to see broken friends mend together
i want to see the captives set free
i am the city, aching with traffic
i am the tree, with such pride filled leaves
i am these strings, born for a melody
i am the river, restless for the sea
there's this dream in my heart of a nation of love
we all come together as children of God
it's not what you've done, but what he's done for you
fall to your knees, His ways are true
rain on me / shine on me
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"There's A Wardrobe Behind the Office"
Written by Matthew Clark
do you remember those late summer evenings?
when the world was endless and we had nothing to lose
i'd like to go back to those times when things were so much different
we couldn't have known back then how much that things would change
i'll hold on to these memories for the rest of my life
here's to a place where all the pieces fit together
where the body of Christ strives to make His good news known
no, it's not perfect though, we've all fallen short of His Glory
here's to second chances and the thousandth one i'm on
come to the Lord your God, he will set you free
can you imagine all the souls who've treaded these grounds?
all the billion stories that trees and walls could tell
be sure to listen well, remember the many faces
these are the stories of how God can change a life
remember the kingdom of our God, this world is not our home
all this time we've spent together, all these things that i remember
i know that there will be tears leaving it all again
i hope to see you soon, don't forget those things that changed us
we go forth into this world and tell them all that our God has done
singing songs of the kingdom come
shining light into this world
this world is not our home
let Your kingdom come.
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River Park
07:31
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"River Park"
Written by Matthew Clark
on the banks of the saint joe
dreaming of science fiction and history
watching the static ripples crow
do i know these seeds i've sown?
winding waters though grove
raising buildings in the bright spring morn
for each age is a dying dream
and so too another enters the scene
everyday we search for home
lending our hearts or breaking the silence
presenting a part of ourselves
never to know what shores these dreams will grow
never quite living in these homes
in a world that's constantly churning
of how little we have control
what do you take refuge in my soul?
i hear poets cry for resolve
these melodies aching for meaning
sometimes letters written to none
waiting for heartstrings to bind
for many year i've felt this ache
and now i'm left with a paradox
this life is both what i create
and so too the river i can't control
ash to ash and dust to dust
front porch in the sunset glow
aching hearts and pixel tones
westbound train softly moans
arguments and empty dreams
fantasies of lives unlived
aching veins but streams still flow
southern-most saint joe
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