Lyrics

High or Able

Deep in mind, keep in mind you’re unstable.
Well, you might find that you are in a fable.

You could be high, high, high or able.
I don’t mind, just as long as we are capable
To see who you wanted to be.

I’m just the thought till you quiz me.  Over water it seems
I’m just a thought till you quiz me, in the shadow of a dream.

She looked old enough, but still for sale
Everyone chased her but to no avail.
She said write, you are able, I don’t mind, because I know you’re capable
Vegas was a nightmare, there’s insight here, clouded by a mirror.
You could be high, high, high or able.
I don’t mind, just as long as we are capable
To see who you wanted to be.

Get up, follow, follow me son.
Get up, follow me nowhere.
Check out, miss her and run.
Tonight’s gonna be fun when…

We are high, high, high or able.
I don’t mind, just as long as we are capable
To see who you wanted to be.

You could be high, high, high or able.
I don’t mind, just as long as we are capable
To see who you wanted to be.

Barcelona Blues

I’ve seen your saw red, that self esteem
You trade your cards for a night in a rich girl’s dream.

You’ve been to downtown, on jagged rocks it seems
Just make your heart throb and blood pump to your knees.

To make a last call, a first it seems
The way the mind works to sweep the next day clean.

I’ve seen your desert, bright as it gleams
Make a deal with a drink and a heel that sticks to the floor to the beam.

Oh rats, it was, under wraps, like a, piece of candy on the train tracks, it was, so
Frayed, and dismayed, like the, transparent smile to the side of your face.

Should I stay, or should I go, but we don’t talk and so nobody knows.

Television maybe, you’re a baby’s baby, but we are so done as of lately, I am
Church and stating, you are not by lady, you’re not my oh, you’re not my lady

Time spent, hell bent, donation box but you can’t repent, looks scathed, then
Bathed, it was so childish, oh it was so childish.

Should I stay, or should I go, but we don’t talk and so nobody knows

Television maybe, you’re a baby’s baby, but we are so done as of lately, I am
church and stating, you are not my lady, you’re not my oh, you’re not my lady.

To make a last call, a first it seems
The way the mind works to sweep the next day clean.

Two Sundays

I’m confounded by the squint in your eye
So I wait for you like a moon waits for a sunrise
That never falls
So I just kick back and smell the perfume of it all.

And I am bounded by a code I stress
And a search party hunts for a cave for my happiness
When I’m older, maybe I’ll see
That the world was just a hill beneath my feet.

Well, I wish every week had two Sundays in a row
And on the second one I’d get to play a show.
And on Monday I’ll tell you what you already know
And by Friday, my dream it will be my goal.

But who do you cater for?
In this fishy sea, I kinda wish it was me.
But who do you cater for?
In this fishy sea, I kinda wish it was me.

And I’m surrounded by perpetual sky,
In an afternoon that has just gotten me so high.
It seems so nice,
But just one Sunday… Oh, it won’t suffice.

Well, I wish every week had two Sundays in a row
And on the second one I’d get to play a show.
And on Monday I’ll tell you what you already know
And by Friday, my dream it will be my goal.

But who do you cater for?
In this fishy sea, I kinda wish it was me.
But who do you cater for?
In this fishy sea, I kinda wish it was me.

Missing from my body is care for
And a little bit of wear for
The stare that you hit with in my soul
A little bit more…

Well, I wish every week had two Sundays in a row
And on the second one I’d get to play a show.
And on Monday I’ll tell you what you already know
And by Friday, my dream it will be my goal.

But who do you cater for?
In this fishy sea, I kinda wish it was me.
But who do you cater for?
In this fishy sea, I kinda wish it was me.

Run Away with Me (Bonnie and Clyde)

Sittin’ down with a piece of strange
For a three course meal with a two course brain
When silence knocked on the door.

Who are you?  What’s your name?
Can’t help but think that we’re one and the same.
Shoot first, I’d adore.

But Bonnie met Clyde in a soda shop in 1930.
We could be outlaws…
Run away with me.

But Bonnie met Clyde in a soda shop in 1930.
We could be outlaws…
Run away with me.

Outlandish as the question seems,
Walk the line between fantasy and a dream.
Shouldn’t be so hard to see.

The water’s low but the door’s wide open,
Leaning back and softly spoken.
Enticement loathes reality.

But Bonnie met Clyde in a soda shop in 1930.
We could be outlaws…
Run away with me.

But Bonnie met Clyde in a soda shop in 1930.
We could be outlaws…
Run away with me.

I don’t know if you can see
But I’m a fucking tragedy.
Can’t hit a stagnant breeze
So waste your time.

I’m a fallen man
A child in the palm of your hands
It’s a well-checked land.
Don’t waste your time.

But Bonnie met Clyde in a soda shop in 1930.
We could be outlaws…
Run away with me.

But Bonnie met Clyde in a soda shop in 1930.
We could be outlaws…
Run away with me.

With me…
With me…

Bibliocafe

You caught your hair in a shiny screen
And I can see you dancing in a shallow sea,
But I’m waiting
For your smile to get caught in my eye.

And I see it happening all again
Go figure it out and tell your best friend
You slowly sweep your brand new boots
Across the floor to get your coffee.

And who is this?
Oh, such a sweet distraction.
And oh, such a learning hazard.
Baby, how’d you like to be my hazard.

But you shouldn’t be so amused by the dark roast that’s infused with a hint of your stress.
But where’d you get the time to pick that dress?

You shift your stare
Like something’s got your attention
Like a quiet parade no one mentioned.
But I can’t look away.
Oh, this’ll be the highlight of my whole day.

I’m sitting tall but walking short.
Has anyone told you you’re the beautiful sort.
But you’re waiting…
And this boy’s confidence is so fading.

And who is this?
Oh, such a sweet distraction.
And oh, such a learning hazard.
Baby, how’d you like to be my hazard.

But you shouldn’t be so amused by the dark roast that’s infused with a hint of your stress.
But where’d you get the time to pick that dress?

Sweet dreams
There goes the whole thing.
As you just walk away
And I just talk away.

You are crimson.
But I was jaded.
Is there another way?
I am just myself today.

But you shouldn’t be so amused by the dark roast that’s infused with a hint of your stress.

But where’d you get the time to pick that dress?

​Copyright 2012, Matthew J. Roy