Episodes

  • glittering

    glittering
    May 9 2025
    Glittering How did we ever get in this party? They must have thought we were the help The mid-June moon Over the World Trade Tomb I don’t want to leave this rooftop With anyone else The host is a rich old bachelor Loves what I paint Your platinum hair Is like permission to stare You say, considering the three thousand churches In this town there are precious few saints Chorus: And it is summer next week If I could have remembered to speak I would invite you to Coney Island Not easy surviving In a city where indifference Is often the closest thing to kindness I’m just wondering If you are also pretending Not sure I deserve a happy ending Glittering, glittering We were glittering They warned me it all ends Embittering Yet I swore it wouldn’t happen to us Flickering lighting Down the complex stairwell And you made a joke About us being murdered Then your brother got ashes Caught in his sunglasses At that point your attitude became Quite a bit sterner You accused me of contentment Cause I had something going While the absurdity of our lives Had been revealed bare According to my recollection We parted at an intersection The host advised you Are not exactly rare Chorus Twenty years later It’s happy hour At the bar where I tend for Rent You have the same circuitous grin Here at Tailspin And the corners of your five spot Are bent The art world hyped me Then forgot completely The end of my career couldn’t have been More discreet Never saw you on television But wouldn’t make an assumption You stare an extra second Order another Whiskey Neat Chorus.
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    9 mins
  • equinox

    equinox
    May 5 2025
    Equinox The sun slipped through A gray cloud And illuminated the scene The town hummed In sudden thrall As if stirred from winter’s dream The sidewalk seized By children spilling Recklessly into the street You stood beside The blue mailbox Where we’d agreed to meet Equinox, equinox Has returned to life Everything you forgot Equinox, equinox All your old hopes You stored away in a box Equinox, equinox Provides the strength to lift Those ideals you long ago dropped The April sky Seems pastel painted Onto the lenses before your eyes We talked about the government, the Internet And you wondered when I’d ever Realize You said, ‘the only hope is the Present moment, cyclical and Interpersonal.’ We never related About interfacing And my depression was Non-negotiable Chorus On the aching boulevard It made too much sense To tell each other Goodbye Not sure what you wanted by meeting We didn’t click, I never thought You needed to apologize But before we parted You offered an embrace And your arms were still So thick and strong That lingering sense Of an unfinished sentence Dissolved upon your whisper, “Cheer up Julia, the weather’s getting warm.” Chorus.
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    5 mins
  • new york summer

    new york summer
    Apr 8 2025
    New York Summer Live And forgive It’s New York summer Grieve Don’t leave It’s New York Summer Fly But don’t die Lest faith be torn asunder Survive And thrive It’s New York Summer The policemen And drug dealers Are serenading you The Yankees and The Homeless Want to rendezvous On River Avenue Its New York Summer Cry Don’t simply sigh Its New York summer Sweat For respect Its New York summer Never look Remotely shook While visiting your mother Sizzling pavement scenes Big money dreams Its New York summer The actress and Prostitute Want to interrogate you The Mets And the Tourists Wouldn’t know what to do If they had to rescue you Its New York Summer
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    3 mins
  • Would It Be A Love Song?

    Would It Be A Love Song?
    Apr 5 2025
    Lyrics by Matt Waters and Zara Adam-Waters I never think of you Except when I hear “greed is good,” It takes me back To what I misunderstood The way you looked every night Like you could never fail You always hated the ending When the villain went to jail I couldn’t help stalling in love Despite your disarming charm I almost sold my dreams To be the one on your arm Would it be a love song If we found a way through Would it have been so wrong? To have forgiven you Would it be a love song If there hadn’t been an ending If instead of breaking We spent the rest of our lives bending Oh, oh, oh, time is time Oh, oh, oh, one hour goes by Oh, oh, oh, not like one of us died Oh, oh, oh, they say its part of life The way days accumulate With only a top and bottom My heart ices over As each summer gets hotter But smoke got in your lies And the market collapsed You got bitter, quiet Your worst habits relapsed I couldn’t crawl the line I couldn’t be your bohemian doll It feels like we once shared a name I can no longer recall Would it be a love song If we found a way through Would it have been so wrong? To have forgiven you Would it be a love song If there hadn’t been an ending If instead of breaking We spent the rest of our lives bending
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    4 mins
  • I Know Better

    I Know Better
    Apr 1 2025
    I Know Better Ice cold morning A hole in my shoe I have to make some money To afford fast food It is raining razor blades But I’m in a good mood Everyone gets lucky sometimes I’m about due People bleed in different places diamond-shaped cuts in their faces Gashes on their elbows and knees Turn to ice-sealed scabs at 11 degrees I know better To be undermined by bad weather You shouldn’t be swayed By the well-meaning brigade Who want reality quarantined In their living room I don’t like parties I do like you Blistering summer evening The concrete undulates I’m strolling the neighborhood Off the 3 AM train The moon is an empty plate My mind and body are plagued By the realization of wherever I go My malady refracts in new array Everyone has the right advice I’m unemployed, they’re Jesus Christ Preaching a sermon of responsibility to me Because I’m on an indefinite vacation after my bachelor’s degree I know better To be undermined by bad weather You shouldn’t be swayed By the well-meaning brigade Who want reality quarantined In their living room I don’t like parties I do like you Coda: Well you don’t judge me You have this habit of just listening The same way cardinals perch On branches and absorb another day Beginning and ending They are programmed to fly, die, eat And perhaps barely understand what they are It was a long, lonely summer The first time I played my guitar And it was a dark, cold winter Only a little while after that I disappeared through a number of indistinct doors With an NY upon my hat
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    4 mins
  • Island of Broken Boys

    Island of Broken Boys
    Mar 25 2025
    Island of Broken Boys This piece of plastic Is fantastic Accompanies me Through the sullen snow Our future recedes It was once orgiastic Now I practice Forgetting what I know The chief of police Held a press conference I watched it through the Window of a bar Where a faceless man Stirred a gin and tonic Watched a commercial With a pretty, singing star Jammed a cold hand in my overcoat And I continued onward The masses seem disillusioned With hope Now they’re starting To talk a bit tougher Chorus: And if you could fix This brokenness There’d be no reason to love you So my salvation Is a fabrication I refuse to invest in And if I could soothe Your Jazz Age blues You’d have no reason to need me So your depression Is actually an obsession With the theory of original sin ………………….. My screen feeds Endless imagery A repository for the Past It provides no epiphany But keeps me company Like a looping late-night News broadcast I’m notified To my surprise That my phone thinks I’m lost It recommends A taxi ride And calculates The cost Wondered near the Seaport sea And my boots Crunch upon the frost Your text message Reminds me Solidarity Is love unlost Chorus On an island Of broken toys Where the brutalism is Authentic You showed mercy To one lucky boy So the sewer mulch May be romantic In the time of The broken mirror Where the meaning Of morality is questioned In each other’s mind We find a glimmer Of the love that Must be protected Modern idealogues In a screen Who won’t feel the violence They advocate I take these walks Away from me Before returning home to you To create
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    7 mins
  • Luck & Love (Live)

    Luck & Love (Live)
    Dec 25 2024
    Performing my song ‘Luck & Love’ on the West Side of Manhattan.
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    4 mins
  • These Psychic Fields

    These Psychic Fields
    Dec 10 2024
    These Psychic Fields From the hotel window The city is a kaleidoscope Of blurred light In the bedroom mirror You voice your positive affirmation Once, and then twice The nightstand offers A torn pack of baseball cards And an empty bottle of Sapporo You watch another Twilight Zone Incredulous at the idea There’s two hours until tomorrow These psychic fields That connect you & me It has to be real Our gap in notoriety You feel like you are no one Not even worth the Strings I strum In the lounge there is a locker Left abandoned Tagged with graffiti Everyday you see a skull exploding While dining on your And memory There was a moment of momentum And then all the good luck Abruptly stopped They considered you for the picture Which was tinted and angled And you were unfortunately cropped Chorus You think about my life How you’d love to live in music And sleep on a tour bus You have one of mine Stuck in your head Specifically the chorus You daydream of wearing A leather jacket loaded With money and swagger When ponder living Someone else’s life The details never seem to matter Chorus Two men staring at the same city Only, from different Windows I am burden by the excess Of hope I carry While you nurse your thimble We both got drunk Couldn’t dream, even with A warm body in our bed Neither of us could touch The sudden snowfall upon All the living and the dead Chorus So, both of us wandered Out of our hotels Which were directly across the street It turns out Madison Avenue Is a perfect place for Strangers to meet We made eye contact, commented Mutually on the flurries, you joked about The shabby slippers on my feet Though you probably regretted never mentioning the album You once made Your humor before fate, Allowed me later to stop resisting sleep And fade Chorus Coda: What’s the worth of two men? One having more than the other Could we have been friends? Discussed both having a mother We separate ourselves, defined through Cause, career, and achievement We stare up at shadowy walls In the evening Having never really believed In any of it 1. Chorus
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    11 mins