Lo-Fi
Matthew
Erickson 2005
She’s a wannabe college lipstick dyke, on
a west coast wannabe chopper
bike
Hanging around like a chop shop flop,
with mechanic’s pants crack and a muffin
top
I’m swinging
Lo-Fi
Is that all you’ve got for
me
Just bringing
Lo-Fi
Just that low fidelity
I have a little trouble keeping out of
trouble
I have a little trouble keeping on the
level
I’m rolling lo fi blonde on blonde with
an easy broadcast, looking for a hook-up with the trashy
trash
She got the motor mouth cranking before
the brain is engaged, it’s cat eat kitty cat for front and center
stage
Why am I messing around with the cow when
I’m getting that milk for free
I’m swinging
Lo-Fi
Is that all you’ve got for
me
Just bringing
Lo-Fi
Just that low fidelity
I have a little trouble keeping out of
trouble (that’s right)
I have a little trouble keeping on the
level
Why am I messing around with the cow when
I’m getting that milk for free
She dons a low rise cut above the hottie
hot, and it don’t take no money to get the money
shot
It’s a soft tail ride with a clean clean
skate, it’s a diggitydog dinner I’m licking the diggitydog
plate
Why am I messing around with the cow when
I’m getting that milk for free
I’m swinging Lo
Fi
(she
says)
Is that all you’ve got for
me
Just bringing Lo
Fi
Just that low fidelity
I have a little trouble keeping out of
trouble
I have a little trouble keeping on the
level
RENAISSANCE Matthew Erickson
copyright 2006
Renaissance,
renaissance
I’ve been waiting for someone to sing my
song to
Are you waiting for someone to sing a
song to you
Life and
love
Been gone so
long
The sunlight is breaking through my
window
And filling up my
room
The sunlight is breaking through my
window
And filling up my
room
I’ve been waiting for someone to sing my
song to
Are you waiting for someone to sing a
song to you
I’ve been waiting for someone to sing my
song to
Are you waiting for someone to sing a
song to you
Life and
love
Been gone so
long
It gets so
dark
Before the
dawn
The sunlight is breaking through my
window
And filling up my
room
The sunlight is breaking through my
window
And filling up my
room
I’ve been waiting for someone to sing my
song to
Are you waiting for someone to sing a
song to you
I’ve been waiting for someone to sing my
song to
Are you waiting for someone to sing a
song to you
I turn the door knob, to my room
I feel the gut wrenching kick of
loneliness
Wake up from the coma of
isolation
Wake up from the coma of self
importance
Wake up from the coma of my
life
Broom
Sweep Time
Matthew
Erickson copyright 2005
It’s time to leave, broom sweep
time
It’s time to leave, broom sweep
time
Cutting and pasting until the rhymes and
prose fall in the right place
Nothings wasted until the time the nose
falls to spite the face
It’s time to leave, (get away day), broom
sweep time
It’s time to leave, broom sweep
time
(get away
day)
It’s time to leave, broom sweep
time
It’s time to leave, broom sweep
time
Remember to forget all your final
thoughts, and forget to remember all your forget me
nots
Take your last look, take your last
shot
It’s time to leave, (get away day), broom
sweep time, (get away day)
It’s time to leave, (get away day), broom
sweep time, (get away day)
Little scatterbrain Matthew Erickson
2005
Little
scatterbrain
with your messed up hair
And your thick black
frames
Little
scatterbrain
With your broken
fingernails
And sticky candy
canes
You’re a
scatterbrain
You haven’t got a
clue
About what you’re doing to
me
You haven’t got a
clue
About what you’re doing to
me
You’re a
scatterbrain
Little
scatterbrain
With your blue plaid
skirts
And your sophomoric
games
Little
scatterbrain
Your school girl
smile
Is driving me
insane
You’re a
scatterbrain
You haven’t got a
clue
About what you’re doing to
me
You haven’t got a
clue
About what you’re doing to
me
Little
scatterbrain
With your mixed up
numbers
And your forgotten
names
Little
scatterbrain
With self invented
style
And self invented
slang
Little
scatterbrain
Your school girl
smile
Is driving me
insane
Little
scatterbrain
You’re late for
work
You missed your ride
again
You haven’t got a
clue
About what you’re doing to
me
You haven’t got a
clue
About what you’re doing to
me
Broken (Evelyn’s Theme)
Matthew
Erickson 2005
Broken fruit swinging from broken
trees
Broken children singing broken
melodies
A broken drum advancing a broken
beat
A broken bride and groom dancing on
broken feet
Broken cars driving through broken
streets
Broken markets thriving on broken
receipts
Broken poets matching their broken rhymes
Broken cameras catching broken moments in
time
Broken moments in
time
Broken moments in
time
Evelyn’s broken
world
Evelyn’s broken
world
Evelyn’s broken
world
Broken sparrows flying through broken
skies
Broken mothers crying though their broken
eyes
Broken lives bury a broken
girl
Evelyn’s broken
world
Evelyn’s broken
world
Evelyn’s broken
world
Evelyn’s broken
world
Why?
Broken sail boats gliding on broken
seas
Broken ministers writing broken eulogies
Broken castles crumbling to broken
sand
Broken lovers fumbling with their broken
hands
Broken lives bury a broken
girl
Evelyn’s broken
world
Evelyn’s broken
world
Why?
A broken fighter gets up and gets broken
again
All the kings broken horses and all the
kings broken men
Broken lives bury a broken
girl
Evelyn’s broken
world
Evelyn’s broken
world
Big box of buttons Matthew Erickson
2005
Momma’s got a big box of
buttons
Saddle up, saddle
up
Momma’s got a big box of
buttons
Going to ride it one more
time
I’m going to ride this horse into the
ground
I like ‘em built for
comfort
I’m going to ride this horse into the
ground
She likes ‘em built to
last
I’m going to ride this horse into the
ground
And then I’m going to get
down
And then I’m going to get
down
Like James Brown headin’ uptown
I like ‘em built
Momma’s got a big box of
buttons
Saddle up, saddle
up
Momma’s got a big box of
buttons
Going to ride it one more
time
I went downtown looking for the
glitter
I went downtown looking for the
gold
I can’t see myself in that trashy
glitter
I can’t see myself in that trashy
gold
I going to ride this horse into the
ground
And then I’m going to get
down
Like James Brown headin’ uptown
Momma’s got a big box of
buttons
Saddle up, saddle
up
Momma’s got a big box of
buttons
Going to ride it one more
time
I going to ride this horse into the
ground
Momma’s got a big box of
buttons
Saddle up, saddle
up
Momma’s got a big box of
buttons
Going to ride it one more
time
