Music

https://soundcloud.com/mathew-homberge

Lyrics

Melancholy Love Song

A course line
A fallen hair
A sharp pain
When it comforts your despairMuffled noise
It is here
There’s hot coffee shivering
People everywhere

And now I ask, is it me
Oh your face it shines
So comfortably

His blood runs
He’s got thoughts of home
Cause he’s jerky in pulse
No-one can condone
Through the door
There’s this salt water
And away they walk
Behind the slaughter

Now I asks is it me
Oh your face is shining
So comfortably

Teddy Bears

My world was once
So small and so old
Now it’s so clear, and there’s nothing to fear
Nothing more to expect

Watching my life
Writing my way
Turning around, seeing the ground
It’s all, Miles away

City Ghosts

I’ve been dying, I’ve been trying to see
And now, I see what I can see
I’ve been seeing that there’s nothing
I’ve been feeling that there’s one thing
I have a weak heart
I have a pale hand
I am in a pale man

I’ve been dying, I’ve been trying to feel
And now, I feel what I can feel
I’ve been seeing now
I’ve been feeling now
I’ve been dying now
I’ve been trying now
I am in a pale man, I have a weak heart, I have a pale hand

I’ve been dying, I’ve been trying to see
And now, I see what I can see
I’ve been seeing, that there’s nothing
I’ve been feeling, that there’s one thing
I am in a pale man, I have a weak heart, I have a pale hand

Flash

Every time I’m standing here, and that room was never before me
I hear no voice, I remind myself, I hear
No voice

Every time I see your face, I don’t know if it’s yours or mine
I shock myself, I mean shock myself, and this
I can’t even say

Every time I look at you, your mediocre hotchpotch Christs
They do me in, I do me in, I can’t hear what you mean to say
it’s a flash

Lifting up with here white face painted
Swimming with the treasures I never knew
I feel alright, I feel alright, I know what you mean
When you say that to me

And the ash and the tables with the places filled
Every time i’m hearing you
Bath me now, make me white, but don’t, prey like her

Every time I see that face, I don’t know if it’s yours or mine
Can’t touch it, can’t say it, can’t see it, can’t hate it
Can’t hear what you mean to say it’s a flash

Lifting up and I’m shivering still, reeling in the ruins that i never knew
I feel alright, I feel alright, I know what you mean
When you say that to me

Bathe me now, Make me white

Whiter than snow

Lifting up now
I feel alright now
I see what you say
Feel what you say
See what you mean to say
What you mean to say
What you mean to touch

Settling Things

Now it is time, so weary this time
Settle these things, settle my things
You know I never tired this easily
Or thought and fought so randomlyTell me again, settle these things
My things this time, my mother my bed
You know I never told you about, that story always troubled me

There was this man and he was healing things
Dusting through those dusty shelves
Running round with gleaming eyes
Grieving over grown old man
And another man and a woman too
Doing things and doing more
And this man watched and troubled much
Grieving Feeling Failing still

Yes and that time, even that time
Was it kept to diffuse, always anxious
You know I never tired this easily
Or thought and fought so randomlyTell me again there was these men
Speaking as though settling things
You know I still am telling you
I cannot always think of it like that

There was this man and he was healing things
Dustin through those dusty shelve
Running round with gleaming eyes
Grieving over grown old man
And another man and a woman too
Doing things and doing more
And this man watched and troubled much
Grieving feeling grieving still

I remember him, remember me
I tire over settling things
Settling things with him and me
My aching forgetful memory

And don’t you ever grieve on me
It tires me from settling things
This time, this time I’m setting it right
I grieve on that old man in me

Still

Carrying the chance meetings
The surprises of the unusual proportions, tall
And still no taller

It is startled
I am sitting
And watching
It is smarting

Now the remembering
Of much before her
The attitudes
And the pauses

Shouldering the dark longing
Quietly jeering drawing circles for
The many wishes

Now the fumbling
The dizzy ardent birth place
The staunch set answers
The dizzy birth place

Raising the fateful mornings
Carefully whispering
Binding the feet
The many instructions

The glimpses
The aspects
The shades
The colours

You are a wash
Echoes wavering
Form deep blue dark glazed
And swirling
Portent and shimmering
Awe still burning out
The feeling that this isn’t enough

Three

I am of three
I am of you, here is my body
I dream of you
I’m here to please you
I will believe you

I’m here to help you
I will not leave you

Easy now I have written, slowly I recall
There are terms in that, unspoken, gently, a carried tone
Whence my father walked, on tired, as his father too, there you are
It’s all that, ever mattered here, and now, this fades away

Train

Sleep

Buzzing

I am on the bus

No, the train

I am on the train
Something’s happening
This is not clear

The Train
Out of the window
I won’t describe this
Moving on

The Train
This is clear
The desert
A shanty town

I describe this
Poor, squalor
Something’s going on

Changing
This is not clear here
Something’s going on
The Train

This is not clear here
Something’s happening
Moving on

Sleep
Buzzing
This is not clear
Train
Our of the window
I won’t describe this
Moving on
The Train
This is clear
The desert
A shanty town
I describe this
Poor, squalor
Something’s going on

Sink
Things are not the same
This is not clear
Something’s going on
The Train
This is not clear here
This just ain’t clear
Moving on

She, Fall, Trouble

I have come
At the end
I know this
You’ve heard this
Da da da da
She, Fall, Trouble

It is clear
Where we are
Where we sit
Da da da da
Now I remember

This was to be
The time of
The imagination
The great change
But I imagine so little
And you’ve heard this before
So last of all

This over and over and over, this over
She, Fall, Trouble