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Rich Mattson: the demos volume 1

by Rich Mattson

Afterbar 03:46
He was burnt out, he was fried out, but he was good to go with the woman But she was havin’ too much fun with everyone else in the room And her soul-mate slammed his tailgate, threw his amp inside and headed home He had enough of Johnny Cocaine and his rolling eyes Waiting impatiently waiting For the sweet prize of the scene But she just didn’t want to leave And any signal he gave fell on deaf ears And any tunes that we played he couldn’t hear And the soul-mate in his pickup was seven miles away already over it He’d seen her there and he knew it was her night to play And she played him, Johnny Cardshark, it seemed a sure thing from the get-go But now he’s on the sofa with a pair of fours Waiting, impatiently playing For the sweet prize of the scene But I swear she didn’t wanna leave He was out of his element Didn’t feel natural But he couldn’t leave, man this chick was special So then hours after hours, he broke down and decided to drink And he snuck out as we sang out “Won’t Get Fooled Again” We all stayed up until sunrise, and by then we’re singin’ “Kumbaya” And when the shots rang out, nobody heard a thing
Ancient Sky 02:56
As I look into the ancient sky Through a telescope, the planes go by I see a shooting star in the corner of my eye So much up there in the ancient sky Have you ever seen a front move in, See a clear blue day turn to rain? The city lights turn the days to nights And the power turns night into day Looking up into the ancient sky One by one those clouds get vaporized Down here it changes but on one thing I rely There will always be that ancient sky Have you ever seen Saturn's rings Or the northern lights in the winter? In times of old they would count the stars As many shimmering as sinners In the ancient sky... Now I'm looking through the ancient sky Through a telescope, a plane goes by I see the people with the pain in their eyes Don't they know they're flying in the ancient sky?
And On Anon 03:49
And On Anon You rise, you fall, you feel some more Day in, day out, affirmatives and doubts They come and go Sometimes you move so slow What they say what we say what I say what you say What they say what we say what I say what you say And on anon And on anon I guarantee I won’t take up a lot of your time Coz you got things to do and man, you know that I got mine Don’t ramble on and act like you’re doing me a favor Coz you know I got your back if you ever were in danger And on and on And on and on You rise, you fall, you feel some more Day in, day out, affirmatives and doubts And on and on And on and on
Every line was a zinger, living proof that it’s the singer Not the song, that draws you into their world And although he really tried, his voice it was denied Those last few notes that were screamed like bloody murder from his throat From the smoke that fills every barroom Every dive and every honkytonk from here to east Jebip And his broken down guitar ain’t gonna make it through this gig You can’t help but wonder-when’s he gonna flip? When you’ve lived through the days, and survived the nights Adventures, the parties, the drinking and the fights What happens next? You can’t get nothing started And it’s breaking your heart when you can’t follow through Well, there’s a long line of losers ahead of you Waiting for redemption like it’s something you can buy And you thought it would be faster on the freeway But it’s gridlock even though it’s eight lanes wide I started out at county fairs and ice cream social dances Wasn’t all that driven to be let down by romances Had to use my imagination to get out from the curse Of bein’ born with nothing-that I thought I could reverse And break the expectations of the greenhorns all around me But still I was dumbfounded by the numbers that surround me Technological leaps, and scientific bound Wouldn’t anybody wanna hear a nice blue sound? But you got your guitar, and a riff in your head You better get it down before you go to bed Did the lyrics let you down? I’m such a whiny bitch I guess I just pulled a classic bait and switch
Big Mouth 04:42
BIG MOUTH You planted a seed If you water it, it shall grow But don’t drown that seed Keep an eye out for the healthy glow Now I see you’re a-gardening Hope your garden’s not vandalized ‘Coz you’ve heard about karma And it’s got so many disguises One night a bat Crept in through a crack Commenced to flying about In circles throughout the house Was it trying to get out? You tried to catch it in a cardboard box It bit your poor little shoulder Now you’re frothing at the mouth Remember the time That we ran out of gas on the freeway We were talking so much Didn’t notice that we were running out So young and in love And we promised we’d always be friends But that didn’t work out Well, I guess that depends Upon who you talk to But nobody cares enough to talk to you The way that I used to How could she ever forgive me? You got such a big mouth And such beautiful scaly skin And I’m not talking about fishing And I’m not talking about gardening
Blue Marvel 02:47
Life comes pouring down like drops of rain from a thunder cloud Floating in on sound before you know it, hey look who’s back in town Again and again like condensation Wetness of soul suddenly escaping Floating on sound, The angels sang the day that you were born They had such high hopes for you but circumstances prevented you from getting’ through If it’s all part of some big plan, it seems the devil is hard at work on his hand Of the prophecies and the truth, The fine line between is showing through And you can’t believe your luck, You have another chance at being blue On this blue marvel Big, blue marvel Blue marvel Big, blue marvel
Box of Wine 03:01
BOX OF WINE I find my zen so late at night when I’m all smoked out Those people on the tv set don’t know what they’re talking about Haven’t seen her in 15 years, still she is a star But she’ll never find happiness and she don’t know where you are Or who In my little neighborhood the fireflies burn so bright You would never see a night like this when we were back in the Heights Haven’t changed in 13 years, still I ain’t a star But I’ve found some happiness and I always know where you are And who Got nothin’ to prove to you, it’s the last thing on my mind Because I only do what I can do and if you look you will find
BRASS KNUCKLES Your teeth should last you a lifetime But now they’re falling out of his face He never brushed before bedtime And now I betcha that he’s wishing he had Is the whole wide world going crazy Or is it just me up in my head You gotta shut yourself right off from it Not your thoughts, no, the world instead If your knives can get through this armor Through these rusty arms and legs It’s nice to be well beyond jaded I’m not offended by what you said I like a world where you walk away And wind up safe in bed at home And I haven’t seen a set of brass knuckles Since I was seventeen years old They re-invented the wheel again This time around it’s got a million sides And if you wanna be a part of this circle You gotta learn how to let it ride Let some things slide
On a Sensual Note I’m trying to remember anything we’ve done Something about the morning after I made my fatal run You were ready for me girl, and I was ready too But breaking hearts was something I didn’t think I could do I could do.. I sent you a note Now it’s been a year gone by and you’re still in my dreams I’m guilty and tortured by a ghost, so it seems Only I can know just how I feel deep inside To lead you on again baby, it wouldn’t be right Not be right... On a sensual note Wrote it down It’s not your fault Trying again Leave it alone On a sensual note You did your disappearing act, and it should be known That I still haven’t seen you since my cover got blown All I wanna do is satisfy your every need The only way to find you is to set my conscience free Set it free! I sent you a note.. Signed with x’s and o’s I bid you goodbye On a sensual note
I know a large number of people who’ve gotten back to the land Of all the trends and silly fads, well this one I understand Just growin’ weed for profit, building a house up in the hills No phone and no electricity, feel their lives completely fulfilled And I’m gonna be a chicken farmer I’ll kill them birds myself Eggs with every breakfast Up in Canada, all by ourselves It seems the only other option, in this day and in this time Is to try and outdo your neighbors, and stand in a long, long line And pay $200 to see the Rolling Stones And they could care less about you, I’d just rather be alone So I’m gonna be a chicken farmer We’ll be jammin’ out in the barn Living like a savage, sleeping under the stars I just gotta get away from these windbags scumbags and freaks And when I back out it’s for good, you won’t find me back in the ‘hood
Desolation Underground Desolation underground
 Destination somewhere 'round here 
I only needed you when I needed to cry on your shoulder 
I'm so much older now There's plenty more times when it's gonna happen too 
You lose a friend that's been so true to you 
There's plenty of fish, but I'm not a fisherman 
Could take back time, but I'm not superman 
It's time I deal with what has happened here 
I feel like I'm wrong, but I'm being so sincere Not enough lights in the street
 Don't know what's really buggin' me 
Playing it safe for so long 
Feeling like that's where I'm wrong I've got the mind to hear what I wanna hear
 You can put me down, but I will never fear 
I keep my toys inside so no one else can play with them 
Maybe it's time I finally get rid of some
 Don't hold me back unless you're aware of it 
I wouldn't want to do something if I'm not prepared for it
ISN’T IT GOOD? The clouds so silent as they slip around the moon Tomorrow morning I’m gonna sleep until the afternoon Again I am feeling the ghost come ‘round stealing The last of my conscience explodes It don’t hurt me no more Isn’t that good? No sense in pining for the things you wanna know You’ll never find the time to watch your flowers grow You’re just too busy making money for your rent It’s nightfall by time you get home It don’t bother you though Isn’t that good? Isn’t that good? You’re all grown up and know how to deal with things Aren’t you glad That you don’t have time for anything, do you? So what’s the point in trying if you can’t come play? The moon is full tonight and then it’s on the wane There’s only a handful of nights left this year Before we’re all bundled in cloaks And it’s freezing outside Isn’t that good? Yaaa


Here are the demo versions of songs recorded and released by my bands Ol' Yeller, The Tisdales, and the Glenrustles. There are three volumes in this series, basically in alphabetic order of my favorite demo versions. What happens is this: I'll have an idea for a song, and I'll go into the studio and lay it out fast as I can with guitars, drums, bass, voices, keyboard, whotnot so I can get that TUNE out of my HEAD and into my EARS somewhat realized. The process is magic. Then I'll play the demo version for the band before we go ahead and learn it and change it into our band style, and record it again, cleaner and leaner, for the world to digest. These demos are rough, but there is something in each one of them that makes me still enjoy listening to them once in awhile. Have a listen and see if you can find it---cheers-



released February 2, 2014

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