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Moon Below
Matthew Heller
The Moon below the sun
Rose red, as one,
The screams beneath the trees, stop silent, as they tease ,
What dreams may come, in silent sleep,
Mask the lord as a pacifist for he Sheppard the sheep,
Sword swinging cherubs, militarists at heart,
Help to tell lead bullets from winged ones apart.
Swaying willow trees help to blacken the soul, made of one way glass and a dead bolt stroll,
Silent strangers pass in the dark hard cold,
Traitors to their class,
Mutineers of control
Traitors to their class,
and mutineers of control
We were silent strangers pass in the dark hard cold,
Traitors to their class,
Mutineers of control
Traitors to our class,
and mutineers of control
Traitors to our class and mutineers of control, Traitors to our class and mutineers of control, Traitors to our class and mutineers of control!
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Snake Bite
Matthew Heller
Snake bite don’t bother me,
I need the poison,
For my eyes to see,
All that is fallen down.
She said shut up and be gone, she said shut up and be gone.
And your almost there,
And your almost there, yeah yeah yeah
And your almost there, And your almost there, And your almost there,
Long drive, don’t bother me,
I need the dotted lines,
To see which way to go, when its all coming up
She said shut up and be gone, she said shut up and be gone.
And your almost there,
And your almost there, yeah yeah yeah
And your almost there, And your almost there, And your almost there,
Brown eyes and shaky knees
I need the long gun to see who’s coming next
Make sure she’s safe and sound
She said shut up and be gone, she said shut up and be gone. She said shut up and be gone, she said shut up and be gone.
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Girl Into a Rose
Matthew Heller
Well the trees, they grow high my friends,
And the leaves they all die my friends,
I been on this road so long, I cant remember my name, my name my name, oh baby
And I been playing you for so long I can remember the game the game the game, oh baby,
Watch out Watch out Watch out for girl into a rose
Well the trees, they grow high my friends,
And the leaves they all die my friends,
And I been alone for so long feels like I am going insane, insane, insane, oh baby, and I seen it all before, you know there is nothing left to gain, its all the same anyway,
Watch out Watch out Watch out for girl into a rose watch out for girl into a rose
Well the trees, they grow high my friends,
And the leaves they all die my friends,
Watch out Watch out Watch out, baby watch out for girl into a rose watch out for girl into a rose, watch out baby, watch out! Watch out! Watch out!
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Every Note
Matthew Heller
Hey girl with your cowboy blues, and your Pixies shirt,
well you think you cant loose,
Aint no bottle gona pick you up tonight,
Well id wish you luck and I wish you the best, id give you all my love, but you’ve taken all that’s left,
Aint nobody gona see whos on the list tonight
Hey boys with your plastic love, and your rubber bullets from paper guns,
Aint nobody gona make you feel famous tonight,
Well hey boy with your hippie songs, and your commie dreams well it wont be long, till they come and drag you away that’s right,
Unless every note, every note, every note, every note, every note, spells “I love you”, every note, every note, every note, every note, every note, spells “I love you” every note, every note, spells “I love you”
Hey girl with your head full of books, your hair full of leaves, eyes full of dirty looks, aint nobody gona make you feel alright,
Hey boy, with your hands full of lust and your lonely suicide –just another way to rust, well aint nobody gona make you feel less alone tonight.
Unless every note, every note, every note, every note, every note, spells “I love you”, every note, every note, every note, every note, every note, spells “I love you” every note, every note, spells “I love you”
Oh!
Unless every note, every note, every note, every note, every note, spells “I love you”, every note, every note, every note, every note, every note, spells “I love you” every note, every note, spells “I love you”
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If I Could
Matthew Heller
If I could, bring this system down to its knees,
Well you know I could, baby you know I would, you know I would
And if I could make all the blind see, well baby you know I could, you know I would you know I would
And if I could make you love me,
Well baby, if I could, if I could, if I could,
And I pray for revolution,
And I pray every day,
And I pray for revolution,
And I pray every day
Tonight smoke rises, bringing in twilight sky silences, beaming in florence essences like space pilots, just try this, don’t mind me, just pirating girls crying from their eyelids mighty fine getting highly trying while my friends be styling by me, aint got no company got to make it slyly cuz you cant buy me in the streets cuz Im sneaky in the shadows I been creeping, but not being creepy or crack dealing just speaking freely, cuz I gotta be me, living simply, like static on the tv, cnn, nbc,cbs abc, mtv –fuck them all they cant stop me from singing, or slingshot slinging at the pigs who are bringing their batons to beat me and my being, cuz I keep seeing all my generation on the streets sleeping and not eating, but I gotta keep believing. I got to believing.
And I pray for revolution,
And I pray every day,
And I pray for revolution,
And I pray every day. And I pray for revolution,
And I pray every day,
And I pray for revolution,
And I pray every day
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Wicked Son
Matthew Heller
My three sons, I’m the wicked son, I’m the wicked one. My three sons, I’m the simple son I’m the simple one, my three sons I’m the wisest son I’m the wisest one, my three sons, I’m the wicked son I’m the wicked one
My three sons, I’m the wicked son, I’m the wicked one. My three sons, I’m the simple son I’m the simple one, my three sons I’m the wisest son I’m the wisest one, my three sons, I’m the wicked son I’m the wicked one
They all said I couldn’t do it, they all said itd be too hard, now I have made my way through it, look at where you are.
They all said I couldn’t do it, they all said itd be too hard, now I have made my way through it, look at where you are.
I will die with my revenge and my revenge will be my name, I will live life on the edge and I will feel no pain.
I will die with my revenge and my revenge will be my name, I will live life on the edge and I will feel no pain.
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The Basalt
Matthew Heller
Well send the stormy skies in, to save the day to save the day,
Breathe in the grey, the grey, the grey,
And your all alone, your on the phone, you aint got nothing left to say,.
And oh cat got your tongue, baby, your on the run, you aint got nothing left to say
So send the stormy skies in, to save the day.
Its coming down, baby, its coming down oh come down. Its coming down, baby, its coming down oh come down.
And all the villagers, they wear their thorny crowns, as the basalt falls, as the basalt falls down
Its coming down, baby, its coming down oh come down. Its coming down, baby, its coming down oh come down.
And all the villagers, they wear their thorny crowns, as the basalt falls, as the basalt falls down, and all the men at the mountain come a running towards town, as the basalt falls, as the basalt falls down.
Its coming down, baby, its coming down oh come down. Its coming down, baby, its coming down oh come down.
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Another Nightmare
Matthew Heller
Another nightmare, asleep in your long blond hair,
It wont be long dear, until your away from here,
And what can I say, smoke pot in the bathroom, oh and what can you say
Blowing lines in the cab oh no.
Another daydream, spend my time thinking you,
Will come to save me from sinking into the blue,
But what can I say a river will pass me by, and what can you say the wind will take you in time.
Summersault through mid air and both your legs, aint no one here, but me and the stupid regs, but what can I say make out by the girls room oh, and what can you say, it feels like you’ve lost control.
Come out Katie, well, come out Katie cruel, I have been waiting, waiting outside this room, and you’re the only girl that I can talk to, you remind me of someone who I once knew.
And maybe we are all just coy in a pond, and maybe we just come and then we are gone, and maybe we are all just singing along, ya know.
She said, now that the bugs gone, I just need one more chance, and wont you catch me falling from this here branch, and wont you catch me falling from this here branch, down on the farm, oh down on the last chance ranch.
(Instrumental) And maybe we are all just coy in a pond, and maybe we just come and then we are gone, and maybe we are all just singing along, ya know.
And all to pieces and all in all its all alright. And all to pieces and all its all alright, its all all right, all to pieces and its all alright, all to pieces and all in all its all alright, all to pieces and all in all its all alright. Its all alright. All the pieces and all in all its all alright. Alright!
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Dirty, sloppy rock n’ roll. The way Satan intended it to be.
-Suck or Swag
Folksinger/songwriter Matthew Heller’s self-titled breakthrough album brings together a wide variety of sounds and genres including folk, indie, and grunge.
- Girl On The Go PDX
Two beings seem to be competing for Portland singer Matthew Heller's soul. One is a snarling, "Stick-it-to-the-Man" folk-blues-buzz-rocker who, despite all his rage, is still just slightly less angry than Billy Corgan, although Heller probably has more real reasons for his angst than his multi-platinum counterpart.
- Rob Cullivan, The Portland Tribune
Matthew Heller a pianist and songwriter from Portland Or. has gracefully emerged with his self-titled new music release “Matthew Heller” with excellent reviews and eight inspiring songs surrounding his life, family and friends.
-Our City Radio dot com
Matthew Heller is one of the more aggressive singer-songwriters to ever come upon the music scene. And yet for all his anti-establishment candor, "Girl Into a Rose" has the chops to emerge as a hit single, notable for its Billy Joel-skewed, piano-driven storytelling seasoned with a Gavin DeGraw quirk. Elsewhere is ‘Wicked Son’, an acid-blues rocker that can give Neil Young a run for his money in any decade.
–Mark Morton
Heller has created a brand of angsty, thrashingly soulful folk-rock that is entirely his own.
-Alec Cunningham
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Produced by David Pollock at Super Natural Sound, Oregon City, 2012
released February 7, 2012
