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Beer & Coffee

by Matthew Ebel

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How can you love me when you don’t know who I am? These pages got a lot more filling from a bloodstained, dirty hand. All I know is I was blind and the view looked mighty grand. I been a white devil, a holy roller, a Bokononist and a loner with a temper and a cold shoulder. I just keep wasting my time again and again. I been accused of a crime I didn’t commit. My baby loves me, gives me everything I need. She’ll make a crown out of barbed wire and I’m happy just to bleed. She knows that I’ve been trying hard to take my leave, but she likes guns and she makes love like a lioness, body like poison in a sun dress. Baby, I’m wasting my time again and again. I been accused of a crime, but it’s all in the spin. Well no one ever told me they would hold me like a voodoo doll, with their pins and needles they’re stabbin’ away. Everybody told me I would be just fine but it’s my time to drink that bitter wine. Nobody loves you unless you get in line. I won’t keep wasting my time again and again. I get so used to these crimes, but it wears kinda thin. I won’t keep wasting my time again and again. I never pay for the crime, I just live with the sin. I won’t keep wasting my time again and again. I just keep living like I do; I keep it under my skin. Music and Lyrics © Matthew Ebel Entertainment
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Drive Away 04:02
There was a time when nothing stood in between us. Now there’s a curve in the road so sharp it’ll make you bleed. We don’t talk, we just punch the clock, we can’t find each other in the same old gridlock. Maybe a little escape is what we need. You live and you love and you work like a dog every morning. The city’s a pain like the latte stain on your dress. Get in the van before you break down, it don’t cost a dime to leave this town. We’ll get on the road ’cause we gotta get out of this mess. So let’s drive away. Let the sunlight chase us all day. Nothing’s gonna stand in our way, yeah, let’s drive away. Love was a word in a song and I took it for granted; a bump in the road, not really a part of the drive. Well come on, Kuwanna, it’s alright. You made me believe tonight it’s love that makes it so damn good to be alive. I’m sorry if I seem fast but I gotta get going. There’s gotta be more than the coffee shops and the bar. Well baby, maybe it’s too late, or maybe, baby, it’s just fate, maybe you’ll take my hand and we’ll get in the car. So let’s drive away. Let the sunlight chase us all day. Baby, that’s all I got to say, yeah, let’s drive away. Music and Lyrics © Matthew Ebel Entertainment
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Who am I to question what I read in my book? If I took another look I’d see someone new, but all I want is you and I got the answers but the questions I could never seem to find, so maybe I gotta deal with the things in my heart and the thorns in my mind, they’re tearing me apart. I never believed in fate, but I believe in a plan and plans change- so you’d better be ready to roll with the punches that come. But we all get knocked out once in a while. So what’s catching you? It’s okay, everybody thinks that way. Everybody’s scared of dying so we’re all justifying. But the bright northern lights keep shining. Keep shining on me. So tell me that I’m not crazy- I’m not the only one who worries about the road up ahead for it seems the rain is getting emer, the road is getting longer, the signs are harder to read with each passing mile. But as long as I’ve got gas for a while I can enjoy the view from my car, be glad I made it this far, listen to the radio playing the songs that, before too long, I’ll look back on and say to myself with a great big smile, man, those were the days. Even the best, at times, feel that they’re all alone. Even with peace of mind the future’s the great unknown. Even the best of men have looked up to the sky, wondering why- why can’t things be easy? I gotta slow things down. Gotta wake my mind up, gotta make up my mind. Am I living life like I’ve got something to hide behind? Am I a fly on the scene? Maybe I’m folding under the pressure from my parents or the magazines. Maybe I should think for myself. What do I believe in? I don’t know, just that Jesus loves me, this I know, and that’s a good place to start from. A good place to end. Music and Lyrics © Matthew Ebel Entertainment
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You stand on the mountain miles away and I stare down the freeway that stands in our way and nothing I say brings you here in cover of daylight you disappear But I know you’re there I know you’re there I know you’re there I know you’re there Though you run away from me, I know you’re there. You make all the shadows that life leaves behind and I’m stuck with your shadow, it fills up my mind and nothing I say brings you here in cover of daylight you disappear Music and Lyrics © Matthew Ebel Entertainment
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This is not what I had planned. The passing days are not so grand, the Maseratis and the mansions are just castles in the sand. What I’ve got to get me by are my ambitions and a tie I wear to work; a well-paid jerk, I’m so successful I could cry. I work all day and still I’m stuck here on my ass. I’d run away but I keep smokin’ too much grass. Lord, give me patience and I need it fast, oh all this too shall pass. Pay my bills and feed my face. I’m living large in second place ’cause I know soon I’ll own the moon and live the life in outer space: A rocket ship to get me there, a golden iPod, that seems fair. Then I awake- oops, my mistake, my motto still reads “I don’t care.” It’s not like there’s too many walls. It’s not like I don’t have the balls. It’s just that I, well, I don’t know how to live my life in the here and now. I’m punching out, it’s time to go. My days are numbered, this I know, but as it turns out no one burns out ’till they think they’re in control. I work all day and take my time to smell the grass. I’d run away but I know I can’t run that fast. Life may be short, but boy is it a blast and all this too shall pass. This too shall pass. This too shall pass. Music and Lyrics © Matthew Ebel Entertainment
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Trees 04:32
I always thought I would be deep if I could write about the trees ’cause that’s what deep people do. I’d really write about the world or wars, or bars, perhaps a girl, but the words would be a forest all the way through. I’d compare the dancing of the leaves so graceful high above the lovely dairy grounds to the Middle East or… …well, whatever, I guess I’m not as deep as all the poets in the coffee house downtown. How do people get so deep? Why was I shortchanged? Seems the more I try to write, the more I think I’m strange. People write about the trees to sound like they recycle, but they all drive an SUV. I can’t write to save the trees ’cause I’ve been trying, but my Congressman just won’t listen to me. And I’m told my lyrics ain’t the deepest, they don’t seem to paint 1,000 pictures with a word. Well I don’t have to build a raft like Sylvia Plath and float on crap like that. I’d only sound absurd. So I’m grazing in the shallow grass, but I say shallow words will feed me better than the poet-codes I’ve heard. And who’s to say I’m full of bull because I got no beef with songs that make sense to the herd? All I wanted was to milk a metaphor about the trees and write some crap that really wows, but now instead of writing ’bout the trees, somehow or another, I ended up writing about… cows? Music and Lyrics © Matthew Ebel Entertainment
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Impatience 04:22
I thought I was the only one to reach for stars and only grab a candle blow ‘em out and make a wish, and pray the stars are cool enough to handle what a bold reverie. I am not alone I am still alive empty as I am, stay with me tonight I am a wheel in this great machine round, cold, and steel- spin these dreams inside me inside me breathe in slowly… …breathe in Music and Lyrics © Matthew Ebel Entertainment
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It’s 10am, I’ve got to go my coffee’s cold, this town is getting old and I want more and all I can see is a road Tennessee never cried when I walked out on her before I wanted to run I wanted to fly and I didn’t want to abandon all that we had so baby don’t you cry baby, don’t you cry I knew the price but not the cost I tried to sever what I’d lost what will be will be and honey it’s not fair love can be a cross to bear I wanted to run I wanted to fly and I didn’t want to abandon all that we had so baby don’t you cry baby, don’t you cry Ellie, don’t you cry. Music and Lyrics © Matthew Ebel Entertainment
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Nothing 03:33
It’s like I have no mind to speak anymore. My lips are stapled shut, your ears are sore. What am I supposed to say? The words have all been ripped away, and now I’m picking up the pieces off the floor. So can you help me find my sordid tongue? It broke off when my song could not be sung. I heard it might have harmed and so I had to be disarmed and now there’s an empty hole on the wall where it was hung. So now I’m screaming but the sound just doesn’t come. I’d like to help you up but now the rope has come undone. I’m standing up here helpless but not harming anyone, and all that I have left to say is… I’m sorry if you questioned what you believe. You shut me up but still my songs won’t leave. My radio was loud enough to be heard on your cloud and now it’s up to you if you want to receive. So now I’m screaming but the sound just doesn’t come. I’d like to help you up but now the rope has come undone. I’m stranded up here helpless but not harming anyone, and all that I have left to say is… …nothing. Music and Lyrics © Matthew Ebel Entertainment
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released November 1, 2005

Drums by Andrew Dickson, Guitar by Mark Sutton, Engineering by Gabe Long. All songs written and performed by Matthew Ebel

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Matthew Ebel Seattle, Washington

I call myself a piano rocker, but I’m really just kind of a goofball. I’ve been playing the piano since age 5, discovered electronic music at 12, and made this stuff my career in '99. Since then I’ve played the Grand Ole Opry, been quoted in Rolling Stone, and made a name for myself in new media. I’ve been playing piano rock full-time since 2007 and since then I’ve never looked back. ... more

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