You were telling me last night, you were laughing through your tears about the moon and the stars; nothing seemed that clear.
You need a magic boyfriend.
You want a magic boyfriend.
Someone who understands.You tried to read those stars, but you were too drunk to see.
It’s kind of hard to trust without innocence and luck…
You need a magic boyfriend.
You want a magic boyfriend.
Someone who loves you so.It’ll never be that right, it’ll never be that wrong.
You’re heading for the night that’s as real as it’s long.
You need a magic boyfriend.
You want a magic boyfriend.
Someone who understands.You need a magic boyfriend, You want a magic boyfriend, someone who loves you so.
You want a magic boyfriend, You need a magic boyfriend, someone who understands.
I remember you, do you remember me?
There’s no way to the heart better than awkwardly.
Matt Pond PA
Half of all our lives are spent encouraged by embarrassment
Matt Pond PA - “Bring on the Ending”
I miss being 14 and listening to Emblems riding the bus to and from school.
Chain Reaction - Anaheim, CA
(The Hollows - Matt Pond PA)
erasers impress me everyday - they have a way - of forgetting easily
morning when your better half - has gone out back - and you can’t hide what you see
hide the hollows from me
what’s there, windows holes intact - behind me lacks the walls for me to breath
i’m there - i am all around - I am spread out - the wide transparency
hide the hollows from me
i’m not into explaining
the symbol’s slight but burning bright
hide the hollows
Cabin days are here again. Back to where we can zone out the external world. Backwards down into our muddled minds to sort through songs and their ultimate yard sale shapes.
Yes. It’s time to bring another album to life. And then hopefully put it to bed. The constantly recurring album cycles are like small lives inside of lives. Or relationships. Or tours.
Or seasons.
Even though it’s not officially winter, it feels it. Wordless cartoon clouds materialize when I breathe, naked hands cannot resist hugging one another.
And still, I hear echos of an earlier fall, even all the way back to the end of summer. The woods are filled with fur and feather. The pines creak barely perceptible lyrics from almost a hundred feet overhead, up above the last tough clusters of green.
It’s two-bit time travel in the back of my brains, back to our last tour with Rocky and the unbreakable crew.
This morning before we started recording, I got rid of the golden chair made for me by my bandmates. It was beautiful while it lasted, while it was necessary. But I stand when I sing now. And when I slip and fall in the forest alone, it doesn’t even make a sound.
BRIAN MARQUIS: There is more than just a record label behind the music you love... ★
When I bought Thrice’s latest album I thought about Dustin’s 3 daughters under 5 years old. When I bought Rocky Votolato’s vinyl I thought about his son Kienan and his wife April. When I saw Matt Pond PA at a show I paid for and then bought the 7” record I thought about the medical bills he would…
monthly vinyl gift to myself.
Let’s hang on to abandon
Let’s hope we lose control
To be out in the open, baby
And let go of the rope
Nothing into nothingBlack bird, from the blue
I give my love to get used
Our hopes come true
—Love to Get Used by matt pond PA (via lower)
Winter One | Matt Pond PA
(Source: babyshakes)
Less talk, more arms, more legs, more swaying back and forth
(Source: thedisreguardian)
Matt Pond PA @ the Original Cafe Eleven in St. Augustine, FL
