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Jesus in My Amplifier
06:12
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Jesus in My Amplifier
Matt Robert
I was wandering, playing the songs but I didn’t know the words
All the time I was squandering, listening along, though I never really heard
I never turned it on or plugged in
I never turned it on or plugged in
Stumblin' and fumblin', emptied a bottle and nearly blew my fuse
Rollin' and tumblin', muddied the water and sang me some blues
And then I turned it on and plugged in
And then I turned it on and plugged in
Pickin' and grinnin', playing guitar in an empty bar
Idlin' and sinnin', knew that road didn't go too far
And then I turned it on and plugged in
And then I turned it on and plugged in
Jesus came to me today
Running his hands ‘cross my guitar
He put his soul down in my soul
Warming the tubes of my Fender Amplifier
Searching for diamonds, found myself at the bottom of a mine
Digging and digging, digging and digging, never knew if the sun did shine
Till I turned it on and plugged in
Till I turned it on and plugged in
Jesus came to me today
Running his hands ‘cross my guitar
He put his soul down in my soul
Warming the tubes of my Fender Amplifier
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Why'd You Leave Me Here
05:29
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Why’d You Leave Me Here
Once upon a time I could still believe
That you would take up my love if I wore it on my sleeve
But now I’m here and I'm begging for mercy
And I heard you’re living down on the shores of New Jersey
Why’d you have to go and leave me here?
Each new year brings another one more crop
Of fresh faced girls standing at the bus stop
They smile back at me, say how do you do
But none of them’s for me, and none of them is you
Why’d you have to go and leave me here?
When I first met you, you were out of my sight
It took my eyes a little while to adjust to the light
And now my lips can tell the old tired tale
All those pretty girls who started to pale
Why’d you have to go?
Why'd you have to go?
Why'd you have to go and leave me here?
Why couldn’t you stay and be true?
Do all the things I wanted you to do?
Stay all night talking about Prine and Ryan
Talking about living till the day that we're dying
Why’d you have to go?
Why’d you have to go?
Why’d you have to go and leave me here?
I spent breakfast in LA, dinner in Frisco
Chased the road out from the coast as far as it would go
Hid from the sun in Mendocino
Shivered from cold in the winter of Toronto
Why’d you have to go and leave me here?
Gonna ride a bus, maybe I'll hop a train
Walk out in the streets, sleep out in the rain
Ride my bike if I can’t borrow a car
I gotta get out of this town and get a new start
Why’d you have to go and leave me here?
Maybe next week, maybe next year
We’ll sit together on your porch sipping a beer
If I never make it to you, you can rest assured
I never changed my mind, or went back on my word
Why’d you have to go and leave me here?
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Viola Lee Blues
02:47
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4. |
Gonna Go Out Tonight
05:28
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Gonna Go Out Tonight
Matt Robert
Gonna go out tonight
Find me a girl
Won’t ask too many questions
Let me take her for a whirl
And maybe if the lights ain’t too bright
She’ll look at me and I’ll look all right
And maybe if I keep my mouth real quiet
We can share a drink and maybe – just maybe – she’ll buy it
And if she pulls me close and squeezes my trunk
We can get up to dance without her knowing I’m too drunk
Gonna go out tonight…
And if she sees a glint of warmth in my eyes
She’ll listen to me telling all of my sweet lies
And if the band fills the room with songs like birds
She’ll never hear me falling all over my words
And if I fill her hands and her mind with drink
She’ll never get around to stop and to think
Gonna go out tonight…
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Had Enough of Your Kind of Love
Matt Robert/Ed Whalen
I’ve had enough of your kind of love
And its time be moving on
I gotta pick up the pieces from a settling wind
Before the dark of night comes on
I’ll leave you a note, signed from the bottom of my heart
And I’ll mean it for an hour or two
But I’m out of the door ‘cause I’m outta my mind
And I’ve had enough of your kind of love.
I’ve had enough of your kind of love
I’ve had enough of your kind of love
I’ve had enough of your kind of love
I’ve had enough of your kind of love
For fifteen years I carried the load
But I know now that I been taken for a ride
You left me standing by the side road
And that’s the burden I carry inside
I just want to go home and be all alone
I want to hang my head and swallow my pride
And hide my face from the From the stars up above
I’ve had enough of your kind of love
Hail to the chief, now, hail to the soldiers
Marching in their own worlds of pain
Singing songs of peace and love
While we all plead in vain
I wish I be as free as the love
You promised me, but that never came
As I drown ‘neath the banks of god high above
I’ve had enough of your kind of love
I’ve had enough of your kind of love
I’ve had enough of your kind of love
I’ve had enough of your kind of love
I’ve had enough of your kind of love
Thought it was just the two of us
On a long road of good memories
Come to find I was lost in a crowd
While you borrowed from my melodies
It hurts me now to open the door
And disappear out in the street
And everything fades like another yesterday
And I’ve had enough of your kind of love
I’ve had enough of your kind of love
I’ve had enough of your kind of love
I’ve had enough of your kind of loving
Had enough of your love
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The Ballad of Hortense and Clyde
Matt Robert
Gather round me children
Gather by my side
I’ll tell the great old tragedy
Of Hortense and Clyde
Listen now closely
The better you may hear
How the son of two doing god’s work
Found his end in the electric chair
It begins in Kansas City
Where Clyde would find his board
In a mission on a dark street
Mom and dad preaching for the lord
But Clyde he wanted more
Wanted girls, he wanted gold
Took a job in a hotel ‘cross town
And left his mama’s fold
Hortense was good looking
And swept poor Clyde from his feet
When she batted her eyes and called him up to dance
On the night that they did meet
Hortense promised love
From her body and her mind
She smiled like an angel
But the devil lurked on her inside
Yes, Hortense was good looking
And Hortense thought Clyde fine
But she saved her true love for a coat she spied
In the window down at Rubenstein’s
Hortense said to Clyde,
“Aint that the prettiest thing you’ve seen”
When they saw the coat on display
As they passed along Baltimore Street
Mama said to son,
“Clyde, can you spare a dime?”
But Clyde said, “I’ll buy that coat
And make that sweet Hortense mine.”
Clyde moved to Lycurgis
Leaving Hortense in Missouri
He took a job at his uncle’s factory
And took up with socialite Sondra Finchley
Clyde was a gentleman now
Enjoying Sondra’s world
But Hortense hung on like an anchor
And Clyde didn’t want no factory girl
But Hortense was with child
And asked Clyde to do her right
She pestered him with tear-stained letters
And cried through every night
Clyde took Hortense boating
Dressed in her favorite gown
Rowed her to a secluded spot
And threw her in to drown
Old attorney Mason
Said this case is plain as air
That lothario preyed on a working gal
And I’ll see he gets the chair
The judge he thought so, too,
And the papers they agreed
Clyde’s was an open-and-shut case
The guilty verdict was brought with speed
Clyde was put on death row
Where his mom was his only friend
Though he left her for girls and gold
She stayed by him until the end
So, don’t defy your mother’s warning
Or the teachings of the lord
For those who give into carnal desires
Will find their end by the sword
No, don’t forsake the lord
Nor leave your mother’s side
For though you may get your gold
You might end up like Hortense and Clyde
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7. |
Take Me There
07:36
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Take Me There
Matt Robert
Won't you take me there?
Won't you take me there?
'Cause I want to go, you know i want to go
To that dirty old corner where your blood was let
It flowed from your arm and down into the street
Where we would meet
Won't you take me there?
You liked it down here where the air was foul
You walked a thin line between a page from "Howl"
And a ragged half-tone magazine
You wore a post-punk scowl
Take me there
Take me there
Take me there
To that scarred old street where the buildings sit lower
The heats a little hotter and the taxis move slower
As they sell you freedom that comes in bags bay by the hour
Take me there
I was so confused when I heard the news
Between that person that I thought I knew and what the papers said
And that portrait that you drew
It was the only place you could show your face
And the vision, the talent, the intensity that you spent on the street
Down where we would meet
Won't you take me there?
Take me there
Take me there
To that dead end street where you went to hide
From all the silly feelings you were feeling inside
Hiding from the girls in their pretty little worlds
Strolling Fifth Avenue in their pretty little curls
And that's where we would meet
Won't you take me there?
In that portrait was a face I never knew
But it was you
You bore a proud scar. Was it a badge, a halo, or a curse
And a light draped right across your shirt
And smack in the thick of it was the kid I knew
From up the street, where we would meet
Take me there
And who could foresee what that painting revealed
That long after the scars had healed
You would still feel the pain and the anger
And as you grew older the memories would smolder
And fester, and get the best of you
(That greaser will never know what he took from you that day, on that street, where we would meet)
Take me there
Take me there
Take me there
To that filthy street strewn with bills and receipts
Skyscraping churches of mirrored sheets
Where you went to wash away your sins
And to hide any trace of your past
Did you know that the paint had dried and the colors were fast
And we would never meet
Come on and take me there
Come on and take me there
Come on and take me there
Come on and take me there
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Matt Robert Worcester, Massachusetts
New England musician, performing solo acoustic, original and roots covers as well as in Matt&Marty Acoustic Mayhem, with Marty Ayotte.
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