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The Fool's Fooling Himself

Artist: Scott Matthews
Year: 2008
Updated: 8 years ago

Oh frail child. White hair with the innocent smile. In a drained state. Felt his breath blow right out the gate. Looks in disbelief. Seen his life run away down the street.


Sweet Scented Figure

Artist: Scott Matthews
Year: 2008
Updated: 8 years ago

Say pretty now watch the wishes fall. Way patient now never learn till you call. Silence so sweet, feel the dreams unfold. I awake in my sleep and it's you I hold.



Still Fooling

Artist: Scott Matthews
Year: 2008
Updated: 8 years ago

I'm only your wince in your hand. I was paid to except what was dead. Like a fool I've been fooling myself. But fool like no one else.


Passing Stranger

Artist: Scott Matthews
Year: 2008
Updated: 8 years ago

See the sign up ahead, it calls out your name. It's a meaningful sign but it makes no sense. They saw you pass on through with only one shoe. And a mystified mind with an angel for a guide.


Eyes Wider Than Before

Artist: Scott Matthews
Year: 2008
Updated: 8 years ago

Follow the distant beam of light. A jab of neon floods my weary eyes. It illuminates my soul reasons why. I'm heading your way with the traffic on my side.


Earth To Calm

Artist: Scott Matthews
Year: 2008
Updated: 8 years ago

This velvet-lined silver box. Rests with me around the clock. Through colored glass, a piercing dawn. Through broken glass I watch the night fall. . Conflict looms in a blood-red sky.


Dream Song

Artist: Scott Matthews
Year: 2008
Updated: 8 years ago

I wander hopelessly, trying to think about me. But I'm trying to forget the things that dwell on me. Signal a horse to the wind and sit in the comfortable tree.


City Headache

Artist: Scott Matthews
Year: 2008
Updated: 8 years ago

City headache subside your deary talk. Send a doctor to my house. Got me a fever coming 'round the bend. A heavy bus load of danger. . Straight talking, you're sending me to bed.


Those Were The Days

Artist: Lady Sovereign
Year: 2006
Updated: 8 years ago

We used to play jump the line. Or who could wrap the swing around the frame the most times. Back in the day, riding our bikes around the estate. And playin' basketball in the cage, those were the days.


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