Defiance's blog: "Matt Does the Blues"

Hope you found a reason to stand up where you lay Cos I don't have the time to play your game Told me that your legs don't work, your jerkin me around I know cos hey, you sure don't look that lame Don't come to me cryin cos you ain't bothered tryin for yourself I know you been lyin so please save your dyin breaths for someone else You know it is the season but you're canned up where you stay Well I'll tell you, our misfortunes aren't the same Your eyes are watered down like you got somethin sad to say Well I'll break it to ya, I ain't glad you came Cos I ain't got no fortune and I am certain I ain't got no fame You know I ain't got nothin for ya an' I know it's such a cryin shame There's nothin I would give for you that I haven't already lost before It's right around that time that I took your hand and showed you to the door You think I am a gentleman but baby there is somethin I should say I'm a simple man at heart You say you wanna save me so lately I've been thinkin up a way to convey maybe we should part You really are a piece'a work but I know, it ain't no work of art Don't need you standin over me so steppin off my doorstep is a start

Hazy recollection in a maze of misdirection as I wander on and on, exhausted on the long haul and I'm hangin from a strand, I tell you, I can barely stand up straight situation keeps me waitin' and waitin' so I pack my shit and leave, pack my shit and leave, pack my shit and leave, pack my shit and leave I been gettin lost but I can always turn around this life always seems to have new shortcuts to be found you know I'll always be a drifter till the day I'm in the ground but I never shoulda kissed her, I just missed the way I tied myself down.. the only thing I'm tied to now's a tore up pair a shoes, with everything to gain cos they ain't nothin' left to lose when everything you loved you left two thousand miles away everything will be okay just pack my shit and leave, pack my shit and leave, pack my shit and leave, pack my shit and leave money comes and goes in life, it's workin' that I love seein' people's smilin' faces light right up but I'm driftin' with a red dusk sky above me it's more than I need, but it's just enough to lift me up cuz I have found less solace now in searchin' for some meanin', than driftin' round from town to town to spend some time careenin' And leavin' behind, and lettin' shit go what's wrong and what's redeeming you know so I pack my shit and leave, pack my shit and leave, pack my shit and leave, pack my shit and leave again

I might be beneath you but I could be beside you and we still have a lot to leave behind Starin at the afterglow of people walkin hand in hand well I don't need disaster to remind me of you I remember all the better days, I recall the colors while you clung to all the greys While the grass was greener you were still even meaner man, you shoulda seen her walk away We're all just prospects to be seen and had and lost or be borrowed for an evening at the minimum of cost cos we're wide open, yeah we're wide open and we all are just as ready for the fall it's wrong But I remember all the brighter days, I see you radiate while I'm still in a haze While the grass was greener you were still even meaner, maybe I'm better off alone I seen you walkin' by and pass me by the side well I had, I had half a mind to give the runaround to hide and watch you lookin' for another, you're lookin' for the one.. who smiles like those shinin' clouds that cover up the sun. But I remember all the brighter days, I recall the colors while you clung to all the greys While the grass was greener you were still even meaner, man you shoulda seen her walk away.

Capable hands have made waste before with their palms to the ground shouting psalms for the poor pickin' up pecans off an old man's lawn like it's all they got left to be livin' on. A man in the lowest of luck is lovin' his life more than you. Tell me, how much you would lose, truly, if it were you? Even my tedious life bears some relevance even your ignorant mind finds meaning even in the depths of longing there is reason in the emptiness, rhyme to our dreaming. A man in the middle of misery enjoys his life more than you. Tell me, what would you choose, truly, if it were you? Heavy from his hunger and lethargic from his thirst the man without a morsel finds the food to put his family first. A man at the heart of his hunger is headin' for heaven faster than you. Tell me, how fast would you move, truly, if it were you? He speaks a foreign language from an unfamiliar face, ejected from our country cos we can't make the space. A man, the epitome of poverty, provides for life more than you. Tell me, what would you prove, truly, if it were you?