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Silent and Statuesque,
Unblinking eyes, the perfect mask.
But they're not real.
It's all a show.
I know you feel
Because I've seen you grow.
But you don't do anything but drink
Maybe I'm an enabler, but I don't care what the neighbors think
You just sit still,
and I'll refill,
I'll keep you from the Brink.
You don't do anything but drink.
Every day, you're even more
unkempt than the day before
You're seated seated (seeded) now,
and there you'll stay
without a bow (bough)
it's just your way
You don't do anything but drink
Maybe I'm an enabler, but I don't care what the neighbors think
You just sit still,
and I'll refill,
I'll keep you from the Brink.
You don't do anything but drink.
If it weren't for your drinking,
I wouldn't know you were alive.
Drink it in, start thinking
is this what it means to thrive?
I don't know what you're trying to prove
I've never even seen you move
completely still
or very slow
I've got the will
your way to grow
But you don't do anything but drink
Maybe I'm an enabler, but I don't care what the neighbors think
You just sit still,
and I'll refill,
I'll keep you from the Brink.
You don't do anything but drink.
You don't do anything but drink.
You don't do anything but drink.
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Me or Jessie
03:31
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I've been seeing this new girl,
It's not official yet, but she rocks my world.
I can see it in her eyes,
It doesn't mean a thing when she talks to other guys.
She digs my music and she loves my friendas,
but she's been hanging out with Jessie and I'm making sure it ends.
I'm gonna make her choose.
My plan is well rehearsed.
I'm not gonna lose,
'Cause I saw her first
It's me or Jessie,
It's Jessie or me.
It's me or Jessie,
It's Jessie or me.
I'm not one for playing games,
Jessie's growing a big head, and it's a crying shame.
U hope she lets him down with grace,
And if she doesn't, at least that'll put him back in his place.
As long as I've got her, everything will be alright,
she'll be lovin' me with that body by the end of the night
Jessie will understand
because we're in love
I've got the upper hand
'Cause I saw her first.
It's me or Jessie,
It's Jessie or me.
I don't wanna hurt his feelings, but I gotta make amends,
I just hope that when it's over, Me and Jessie can be friends.
It's me or Jessie,
It's Jessie or me.
Been using my best lines, and playing it cool.
I know she only has eyes for me.
I know that Jessie will play byn the rules,
I just hope she lets him down easily.
Gonna lay it out in stone.
I'll bring it up as soon as the three of us are along
This is how it's gotta be.
She's gotta make a decision, and she's gonna choose me.
I wouldn't put her in this position if there was another way
but it's gotta be her decision, and I know what she'll say.
I hope he takes it well
I know she's wanting me
Why can't he tell
That I saw her first.
It's me or Jessie,
It's Jessie or me.
I don't wanna hurt his feelings, but I gotta make amends,
I just hope that when it's over, Me and Jessie can be friends.
It's me or Jessie,
It's Jessie or me.
It's me or Jessie,
It's Jessie or me.
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Ain’t there no human decency no more?
They come to my home and break in my door,
Asking “Where’s the money?”
What fucking money?
Saying “Gimme the money”
But do I look like I got money?
My protest has gone completely ignored.
They could have pissed anywhere else on the floor,
But they’re looking for money,
Like I owe them money,
I never had their money,
I don’t think that this is funny.
This aggression will not stand, man.
It’s gonna smell like that forever.
I gotta draw a line in the sand.
It really tied the room together.
Freshened my face inside a toilet-water bath,
Dropped my good ball, now the linoleum is smashed,
They say “your wife is Bunny”.
I don’t know any bunny,
They says some Bunny owes them money,
I’m not married to a Bunny.
They’re realizing that they got the wrong guy,
They hit the road and now I gotta try
To just get things rolling,
Get my head under control and
Wash my hands of the whole thing
Cuz it’s time that I go bowling
This aggression will not stand, man.
It’s gonna smell like that forever.
I gotta draw a line in the sand.
It really tied the room together.
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Perfect Together
05:09
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When you came,
was a sign.
Burning bright,
stars align.
Underground,
Roots entwine,
undergrowth,
entangled like vines.
Turn the page,
and you'll find
what that growth
can build overtime
How two seedlings
can eventually combine
into something so strong
It will never unbind
And You can face this tried tradition
No hesitation whatsoever
Knowing whatever happens,
You'll have each other forever.
But forever isn't long enough,
to share this treasured tether.
And maybe no-one is perfect,
But you're perfect together.
With these rings,
you will tie
both your lives
By and by
You will laugh
You will cry
You will shine
in each others eyes
If you should
lose your way
Just think back
to this day,
When you swore
You'd be true
and they swore
the same thing to you
And You can face this tried tradition
No hesitation whatsoever
Knowing whatever happens,
You'll have each other forever.
But forever isn't long enough
to share this treasured tether.
And maybe no-one is perfect,
But you're perfect together.
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Robert C. Matheson:
Hello, It’s me
I used to be "BucketHat" Bobby
It’s high time that I confide
That I’ve been getting sloppy
Yeah,
The last ten years I’ve not been near
As productive as I should’ve been
Never dropped an album, never found fame
Tryin’ to find myself, dropped out of the game
A short-lived career behind the small-screen,
But I Haven’t made a video since 2013
So lately I’ve been thinkin’ that
I might officially hang up the BucketHat.
“BucketHat” Bobby"
Hold up! What’s this? You’re saying you wanna quit?
Not if I have something to say about it.
Man, you’ve still got what it takes
Don’t make a fateful mistake
You never quit, you just were taking a near-decade-long break
Remember “I hate the moon”?
That was a pretty good tune,
And you can do better
If you just don’t let your
Self-consciousness fetter
creative endeavours.
SO! Stop over-thinking and go.
Be true to yourself and ideas will flow.
Keep on reaping the seeds that you sow,
Stop with the sobbing - get on with the show!
Robert C. Matheson:
Yeah, okay.
That’s easy for you to say
You’re young and inspired,
But I became tired,
And that’s when you faded
And I became jaded,
No, it’s not as easy as it used to be
There’s so much out there it gets hard to see
can’t find the forest for all of the trees,
But you used to do it so naturally.
Now
We’re out of sync and I’m starting to think
that I had a good run and a whole lot of fun but maybe I’m done.
Maybe I’m done
“BucketHat” Bobby:
Stop acting like we’re not the same
You were never in it for fame
Stop the self-hate
You’re still pretty great
You’ve got a good job and a house and a wife
I didn’t expect you’d get this far in life.
You're just an older and wiser version of me
You never lost your creativity
I've been in your head the entire time
Tryin' to break out from the jail in your mind
Just have some fun,
Make something dumb
I ain’t going anywhere- we are still one!
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Email (Demo)
01:00
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Starting out another day
in exactly the same way
I'll keep it friendly,
keep on pretending,
and as I hit "Send", I'm asking myself;
Why does nobody read my email?
I answered this question only 5 replies ago.
As stated in my prior email;
If you read the thread below, then you'd already know
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VERSE 1
Your smile stretches for miles
Don't you think that's a little much?
Your eyes can brighten the skies.
Are you really that out of touch?
Can you not see things clearly?
Your view is skewed severely
Your wanton positivity
It's really getting to me
CHORUS
Do you see Mauve through those rose-colored glasses?
'Cause you're not seeing what I can see
You must see Mauve through those rose-colored glasses
It'll let you down, I guarantee,
It's just a fantasy your eyewear wove
It seems to me like you're seeing Mauve
VERSE 2
Your voice rings of rejoice
It's singsong and saccharin
Your grin gets under my skin
My patience has been wearing thin
Do you not pay attention?
Can you not feel the tension?
Do you see the world intentionally
one-dimensionally
CHORUS
Do you see Mauve through those Rose-colored glasses?
Do you see something I can't see?
You must see Mauve through those Rose-colored glasses
I can't stand by and let it be,
You're seeing sanguine hues smelling cloves
It seems to me you're seeing Mauve
-BRIDGE-
Don't you dare tell me "good morning"
Please don't smile at me that way
You look at me without a warning
And tell me everything's okay,
But I don't want to be okay.
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SOLO
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VERSE 3
You're being Naive, do you really believe
I've got a bad attitude?
I'm trying to help you acheive a better way to perceive
You could show a little grattitude
I'm not antagonistic
Life's not so idealistic
Don't call me pessimistic
I'm just being realisitic
CHORUS
Do you see Mauve through those Rose-colored glasses?
Not even sure what that could mean
When you see Mauve through those Rose-colored glasses,
the world has a a sickly pinkish sheen
Your positivity's a torment trove
It sems to me you're seeing mauve.
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The Flame-Proof Polka
03:58
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Flames, we're throwing, The fire's growing,
Arson seeds I have been sowing,
This burning burden comes from knowing
the fire needs me to stoke her.
Molotov cocktails on the house,
Drenched in Petrol, clothing doused,
we sneak in quiet as a mouse
To dance the flame-proof polka”
As our embers turn to ash,
And blazes brought to smoulder.
The coals upon our playful pyre
are growing slowly colder.
The heat fades out, the smoke clears up,
the chaos starts to dwindle.
We raise our torches to the sky,
and the polka is rekindled
We'll burn as one eternally,
this piper's paid infernally,
burn effigies and follow me
into the fiery smoker.
At seven I will build the shrine,
by 8 we'll tie it up with twine
Ignition time is half past nine,
at ten the flame-proof polka
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Two Cords
05:49
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Our paths crossed like fate was just lacing it’s shoe.
My face in the dirt staring straight up at you.
You offered me aid, to get back on my feet
But my tongue was still tied as I lay in the street.
You reached out a hand, couldn’t swallow my pride.
You shrugged “fair enough”, that’s when I changed my mind.
Give one inch of rope and I’ll take four miles.
To lasso the moon in exchange for a smile.
Pull on my heartstrings, until they are taught.
We’re forever two cords entwined in a knot.
Bound, bound,
As you are to me,
I am unto you,
And forever will be.
Lay awake in your bedroom til quarter past two
Telling me stories, what life did to you
Your words tasted sweet but your lips tasted better
Wearing nought but a smile and my old hole filled sweater.
You laughed like a child, as you pulled on its thread.
Entangling your self round my heart and my head.
Chorus (replace four miles with three)
3 years passed quicker than a candle wick fades
Full of laughter and love and those long summer days.
On one springtime walk, I took to one knee
Looked up from the dirt, said “would you marry me”
We walked hand in hand, out the cold autumn hall.
Rings on our fingers, feeling 50 ft tall.
Chorus (replace four miles with two)
As winter looms slowly, weaving winds through the bend.
The thing about strings is they begin and they end.
As a lay here beside you, this bed that’s now ours.
Still telling your stories as I stare at the stars.
A lifetime of memories is a fair exchange for the pain.
As I wrap you around me, a happy ball to your chain.
Chorus (replace four miles with a)
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Ease My Mind
03:36
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Dear diary I’ve got something to say.
words I can’t speak out loud, so I'll write them down
I shoulder the weight of them
Send them through this burdened pen
If I carry them much longer I might drown
The world outside is suffocating
within this page I’m liberated
I give you my all secrets
you ease my mind.
It tires me, wears my soul down each day
To play a part on the stage, and not hide in the page.
A shadow of what I feel,
But would they accept what’s real?
Or would they turn their backs and just walk away
The world outside is suffocating
within this page I’m liberated
I give you my all secrets
you ease my mind.
Someday far from now, When the ink runs dry
I won’t need this armor to get me by
I won’t need to hide in words just so I can fit in,
A future spoken proudly, a diary unwritten
Inspire me, Lead me away from this place
I’m lost in this crowd with pen and paper vows
Scratching away the pain, Tears and Ink smeared in the rain
Standing alone, always searching never found.
The world outside is suffocating
within this page I’m liberated
I give you my all secrets
you ease my mind.
The world outside just won’t keep waiting
I turn the page, sign and date it
I gave you all my secrets
Now ease my mind.
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Knockin' on wood
02:55
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For So long now we've been climbing
We've scratched, scrimped and saved for years
Now, luck and circumstance and timing
and suddenly a chance appears
It was starting to seem like we might never see where we were going
I began to beleive that we might go the rest of our lives, never knowing
But This could be it.
This could be the one
This could be our moment in the sun
I'm starting to think
that this could be good,
I don't wanna jinx it,
so I'm knockin' on wood
We do what we have to to make it through
You take and you lose, you get and you give
Count yourself among the lucky few
if you end up net-positive
Recognize the chance when it is handed to you and take it for a spin,
I heard once before, when god closes a door, life smashes your windows in.
But This could be it.
This could be the one
This could be our moment in the sun
I'm starting to think
that this could be good,
I don't wanna jinx it,
so I'm knockin' on wood
If we take it
could we make it
Could we see a brighter day
I know what I'd choose,
'Cuz What's there to lose?
We'd be here anyway
I'm starting to think
that this could be good,
I'm crossing my fingers,
I'm knockin' on wood
This could be it
But then again maybe not,
We'll never know 'til we take a shot
But This could be it.
This could be the one
This could be our moment in the sun
I'm starting to think
that this could be good,
I don't wanna jinx it,
so I'm knockin' on wood
(Continue)
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Words escape me,
I think maybe
It's hard to try define it
A quiet grace,
A sacred space,
and the feeling that's behind it
Koenig prescribed
words to describe
the feelings webster missed
of halfway-homes
for weathered tomes
and their trademark brand of wist;
Vellichor
There's mystery
that lies between
these pre-owned leather covers
Fantasy
and History
And the poetry of lovers
Excitement yet,
some vague regret
still lives within these pages
And you can feel
something that's real
passed down throughout the ages
Vellichor
*Spoken*
In every town across this land
There lies a crooked street.
Buried at its heart, a store
Where fate and fortune meet.
Wonders await for you inside,
A treasure to be shown.
In a place you’ve never been before,
Yet one you've always known
Vellichor
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"BucketHat" Bobby Matheson Halifax, Nova Scotia
"BucketHat" Bobby Matheson is a cubicle-dweller and former television professional who has been making silly songs and videos for over a decade
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