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The Invisible Singer​-​Songwriter

by The Quixotes

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Hazy 04:05
Hazy, we may be We can drift from view Never knowing where we’ve been Or where we’re heading to It’s foggy out there Concepts irrefutable In desires immutable Always indefensible The lover I trust Stories unoriginal In the truest sense unbelievable Depressed and inconsolable The lover you crushed Hazy, we may be We can drift along Never knowing what you want Or what I did so wrong It’s foggy out there Hazy, we may be We can second guess Never seeing who you were Or what I left behind of that mess It’s foggy out there Cracked up and panicking Stung by an inorganic sting When I’ve given up everything To fall with you Picking up on each new thread With a new twist of the empty head But it’s only when you come to bed I inevitably lose Hazy, we may be Hazy, we may be Oh, hazy, we may be In the summertime comes the party Where we can all disappoint each other And celebrate the years we want to forget Hazy, we may be We can drift along Never knowing where you went Or what I did so wrong It’s foggy out there Hazy, we may be We can second guess Never seeing who you were Or what I left behind of that mess It’s getting clearer We’re indestructible Personally incompatible
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Papa don’t like his view unsightly Can’t take all this abuse so lightly Like a man on a mission Who doesn’t get much frisson He shouldn’t get away scot-free Like a scrote who’s going missing He doesn’t get much kissing And then he gets away scot-free Ah-ha [And the word for today is “Boron”] You are the reason we can’t have nice things You are the reason we can’t have nice things You are the reason we can’t have nice things You are reason, you are the reason Papa don’t see these empty shelves Can’t captivate the hearts themselves Like the lollipop he’s kicking It doesn’t get much licking He shouldn’t get away scot-free In an eerie situation Stole the pulse of all the nation To give it all away scot-free [And the word for today is “Mange Tout”] You are the reason we can’t have nice things You are the reason we can’t have nice things You are the reason we can’t have nice things You are reason, you are the reason [And the word for today is “Corridor”] You are the reason we can’t have nice things You are the reason we can’t have nice things You are the reason we can’t have nice things You are reason, you are the reason
3.
A new drama Now listen, you good people meddling, blithering idiot I’m not going to do this again I’ve said all I have to say Next week, sophisticated comedy Oh! Ding!
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Cubase jumpers slammin’ all the DAWs Rewind every tape only gives you pause you learnt how to Reason without a sense of Logic serve it up real cold now, people with a gin and inharmonic devourer of the Fruity Loops Maestro of the magic groups unplug us, lord arise how to disable tone live Audition this suicide to gain Traction with the Reaper gives your blues a hide Ardour is a sleeper you’re such a Pro Tool but you don’t know Jack with such Audacity bouncing down your tracks devourer of the Fruity Loops Maestro of the magic groups unplug us, lordy, man alive how to disable tone live you’re dropping Acid it’s like a Sonar ping piss in your Rosegarden with your next big thing devourer of the Fruity Loops Maestro of the magic groups unplug us, lordy, man alive how to diss Ableton Live shake your wigbits slammin’ every DAW you don’t know Jack
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One angry men fights for himselves Can argue all you like You’re never getting through One angry men fights for himselves Can argue all you like You’re never getting through One angry men all sunshine and flower Has came to set thing straight The one who has the power One angry men all sunshine and flower Has came to set thing straight No-one turned off the lights Chalk up all the murderous outlines Chalk up all the murderous possibilities Theoretical constructs of evidence not in motion Reveal the inner workings of a fear
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No Strings 03:16
Don’t mistake me for love, honey I’m still leaving in the morning No strings attached With all the fun we had You should be grateful You shouldn’t play with scissors I’m no puppet on a string You cry when I’m laughing You talk when I sing Please stop your violins No strings No strings Well, I don’t cut no slack You see it’s just a fling I’ve given you enough rope With all the sways I swing It’s to my heart you cling No strings No strings No strings It’s not broken but it’s damaged beyond repair Such fragile dreams and I don’t need you there I’m sorry life’s unfair It’s not that I don’t care I cannot lie Too many questions why So don’t mistake me for love, honey I’m still leaving in the morning No strings attached With all the fun we had You should be happy Why aren’t you happy? No strings Mistaking me for love! No strings No strings
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In the clouds we rise In a love of dust and ice All hail the rain down It will blind your eyes The weekend starts here And ends here, sorry to disappoint you It disappoints you It’s an invisible tune With inaudible curves In nonsensical time Well, we told ya But you will not listen Oh, you do not listen You can hear the sound of paint Slipping down the wall Where it stains your palms In the way of harmony The weekend starts here And ends here, sorry to disappoint you, again It’s an invisible tune With inaudible curves In nonsensical time We told ya But you will not listen Oh, you do not listen If you’d really want to know You could’ve asked anytime And now we strum The liar for fun Through the clouds we fell Where you can’t compel for time No hail for rain down It might have blown your mind The weekend starts here And ends here, to sorry to disappoint you, again It’s an invisible tune With inaudible returns In nonsensical time We told ya But you will not listen Oh, you do not listen We told ya We told ya I told ya I told ya
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I’m cabled up to the nines Strung up on a rack You leave me no escape And where there’s no escape We can fall in love with you You captured my heart Imprisoned us in dreams Scattered screams and real Strange friends and careless Strangely careless Why did you take me? You didn’t, I know Stockholm Syndrome Why did you take me? You didn’t, I know Stockholm Syndrome Why did you take me? You didn’t, I know Stockholm Syndrome Stockholm Syndrome We pay you to love you To treat us like a curse To show us crumbs of abuse And where you have abuse You can get used to it You took us from the streets Asked them for a ransom We fell for it You’re handsome Profiteer and gambler Why did you take me? You didn’t, I know Stockholm Syndrome Why did you take me? You didn’t, I know Stockholm Syndrome No need to rescue me Why did you take me? You didn’t, I know Stockholm Syndrome No need to rescue me No need to rescue me
10.
I need your pain to hurt me [No-one cares] I need your pain to remind me I’m bad I need your love to inflame me [No-one loves me] I need your love to inflict honours mad And I need your time to reflect on me [I won’t be missed] I need your time to reflect on where we go from here I need your words to defrost me [I’m fine] I need your words to insist that I am still in here somewhere I need your joy to sustain me I need your joy to feed a crumb of self-worth [That I’ll ignore anyway] I need your heart just to beat me [What’s the point?] I need your heart to release me from these bonds I need your style to mould me [Everyone hates me anyway] I need your style to arrest this aching thought, mmmm I need your truth to torture me [I don’t have an real friends] I need your truth to deconstruct all that I am and will ever be La la la la la la la la la la la lah I need your fear to label me [Just push everyone away] I need your fear to tell me who you see me as I need your tears to move me [I’m not good enough] I need your tears to drive me to the stars I need your hate, it’s to shame me [It’s better this way] I need your hate to validate what I feel I need your pain, I deserve it [I can’t go on anymore] I need your pain to remind me I’m sad
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man made in moments according to summits tasting the sunshine to take all the plaudits i look away, i’m adrift in an ocean, lock stock and barrel, i still hope to home acquiring the knowledge go, imagination riot! go, tiny fish pond! scraping the flints tape off the slacks and reel in the sunshine off poor people’s backs, only more is more grey skies thinking ere, your ship is sinking, when all reasons fail damns us all the time grey skies thinking ere, your ship is sinking, when all reasons fail damns us all the time make it forgiveness attracting the malleable teaching smart people to think inside boxes imagination running mild ambition all watered down, a sugar-coat ethos in half-finished fails adept at deflection go, wunderbra! go, redbeard rum! and shoot for your roof think of a home redoubt in cloud overcast sunk costs my vision stays true grey skies thinking ere, your ship is sinking, when all reasons fail damns us all the time grey skies thinking ere, your ship is sinking, when all reasons fail damns us all this time grey skies thinking ere, your ship is sinking, when all reasons fail damns us all, for time waits for no-one grey skies thinking ere, your ship is sinking, when all reasons fail damns us all the time grey skies thinking ere, your ship is sinking, when all reasons fail damns you all to hell
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Like a sunset on a grey day We catch a falling cloud It doesn’t know I’m here Where no-one can talk aloud When the optimists of Nine Elms Haunt the pessimists of Grove Park You’re losing me You’re losing me You’re losing me You’re losing me Like a waterfall in the desert We evaporate to stone We’re slippery to the touch Autumnal to the bone Can’t drown me in your sorrows Where it only follows that we’re on our own And you’re losing me You’re losing me You’re losing me You’re losing me And I’m scattered like the roadkill In the pages of your Facebook photoshoots With its huge cast of indifference In the hum of the worthier contribution I’m wide-eyed and fired up Rousing but disparate Where you’re losing me You’re losing me You’re losing me You’re losing me Let’s catch up soon We can shoot the moon We’ll care about anything We want to care about right now Let’s join their herd And what they heard Is what they want to hear With our changeable winds Where I could have learned—or have been shown— The kinds of things I really, really ought’ve known Like a sunset on a grey day The moon, she doesn’t know I’m there She can’t even tell the difference So it really doesn’t matter who I am When we live so much for our time We all give up our moment, and to recognize You’re losing me You’re losing me You’re losing me You’re losing me (And you’re losing me) Like a sunset on a grey day (You’re losing me) Like a sunset on a grey day (You’re losing me) There’s a sunset on a grey day (You’re losing me) It’s a sunset on a grey day (And you’re losing me) You’re a sunset on a grey day (You’re losing me) A sunset on a grey day (You’re losing me) (You’re losing me)

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The Quixotes' final and most cheerful album about depressive thinking!

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released December 1, 2022

Written and Performed by Matt Black

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With infectious and highly melodic tunes, The Quixotes specialize in songs about abject misery. Straddling multiple genres including electronica, indie- rock, 80's pop and blues. The rather schizophrenically monikered Quixotes were in fact merely one Matt Black, a London- based singer- songwriter. ... more

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