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Chasing Ghosts
04:55
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Chasing Ghosts
Hey old friend, nice to see you again
You seem to be doing fine, but something has changed
Yeah I know you’ve grown a beer muscle and lost some hair
But that’s not what I’m talking about
It feels like we lost something as the years passed by
‘Cause we can take some pills get naked and throw the house out the window
Just like in the good old days, in the good old days
But it ain’t the same, it ain’t the same
And it won’t be the same again
Hey little girl, what happened to you?
You used to be inspired, full of passion and fire
And now you’ve turned into to a woman, experienced and cold
You said it’s something to do with maturity
And adjusting to a collective reality
And I should stop being a little boy chasing foolish dreams
Just like in the good old days, in the good old days
‘Cause it ain’t the same, it ain’t the same
And it won’t be the same again
Hey old lover, we gave it a go again
But although we had improved objectively, we saw no stars
There was nothing to win or lose; it was just a good fuck
But I shouldn’t criticise your life when there’s honesty in your smile
And you seem to be at peace with the excuses you made up
For not doing the things you said you would
Back in the good old days, in the good old days
Well, it ain’t the same, it ain’t the same
And it won’t be the same again
Stop wasting time chasing ghosts from the past
Stop wasting time chasing ghosts from the past
Stop wasting time chasing ghosts from the past
Stop wasting time chasing ghosts from the past
Cause it ain’t be the same, it ain’t the same
And it won’t be the same again
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A Corner in my Head
03:55
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A Corner in my Head
There’s a corner in my head that stores the words I never said to anyone
An impressive collection of empty wisdom, indeed
It stores a perfect answer
To every question I’ve been asked
But if it’s stored in there
It just never reached the light
I guess we wouldn’t have to fight if I’d been able to pronounce a few words
And now they’re stored inside my head among the other unsaid solutions
And there’s a perfect answer
To every question I’ve been asked
But if it’s in that place
It will never reach the light
Well, I can spend nights on end
Recalling the words I once should have said
And if you think of me as dry, it’s ‘cause my wit is storded inside, unpronounced
If you find me hard to trust, it’s ‘cause my best lies never touched my mouth
And there’s a perfect answer
To every question I’ve been asked
But if it’s in that place
It will never reach the light
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Lake Khövsgöl
03:50
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Lake Khövsgöl
I like the bottom of the lake
I like to feel the wind blow right through me
I like to hear the waves break
Don’t need to talk to anyone
I like to sing songs to myself
I like to walk behind my shadow
But when I hear those sweet words
That’s when it all falls apart
I wasn’t really looking for anyone
And usually I don’t know what I want until it’s gone
But she waited me out
Through my doubts
And where there used to be a hole, there’s now a home
Sometimes I miss the lonely days
When no one knows my name
But then I hear those sweet words
That’s when it all falls apart
I wasn’t really looking for anyone
And usually I don’t know what I want until it’s gone
But she waited me out
Through my doubts
And where there used to be a hole, there’s now a home
I wasn’t really looking for anyone
And usually I don’t know what I want until it’s gone
But she waited me out
Through my doubts
And where there used to be a hole, there’s now a home
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A Place Called Home
03:52
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A Place Called Home
It’s no surprise, but I had to know for sure
I just don’t belong here anymore
I guess I longed for a change, but everything’s the same, the same as before
I used to dream, but now I can’t even sleep
It feels like you’re moving, but your standing still
And everyone is rowing the boat, there’s no time to stand up and rock it
And you, oh you like to talk about work
And you only get drunk at weekends
And you, oh you prefer to complain
Well, there’s gotta be another way
I’m just feeling bored and lonely
It’s all too mediocre to believe in
But I was taught to call this home
It’s quite hard to be nice when giving is a sin
But I don’t blame anyone, we were born into this
It all comes down to fear, my friend, otherwise you wouldn’t be an honest citizen
And you, oh you like to talk about work
And you only get drunk at weekends
And you, oh you prefer to complain
Well, there’s gotta be another way
I’m just feeling bored and lonely
It’s all too mediocre to believe in
But I was taught to call this home
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Someone to Listen to
03:58
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Someone to Listen to
I’ve travelled this world around
Without the guidance from anyone
And still don’t feel like settling down anywhere
I’ve heard the promises of society
But I’m not looking for security
I only listen to what I feel at the time
I don’t believe I need someone
To help me from falling
In fact, I’m doing perfectly fine on my own
But I could still improve
With someone there right by my side
I’m not afraid to let you through
As an equal as someone to listen to
I don’t need a place to rest my mind
And money I can live with or without
And I take the blame for all mistakes I’ve done
I don’t look for happiness in someone else
Well, I even like to drink alone
Yeah, I’m doing perfectly fine on my own
But I could still improve
With someone there right by my side
I’m not afraid to let you through
As an equal as someone to listen to
But I could still improve
With someone there right by my side
I’m not afraid to let you through
As an equal as someone to listen to
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Matz Andersson Ningbo, China
Matz Andersson is a Swedish-Chilean singer-songwriter; notable musically for his low-pitched voice and finger-picking guitar style. His lyrical inspirations are born of personal experiences and realisations from years of travelling, weighted in uncensored realism and fiction. ... more
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