The Crime Of The Century Podcast

Elegance by Lori Yamamoto by Matt Love

A Tropical Melody by Lori Yamamoto by Matt Love

Drifting by Lori Yamamoto by Matt Love

Pulse by Lori Yamamoto by Matt Love

SCAN %0X0% 2004 -> 2026 . HS700 SYNC_COMPLETE . IVirq10 FETCH

[Intro] I've been thinking about what you told me before, 'Bout how the blood in my veins is rotten to the core. Almost every night I can see your face and hear your voice, Like I'm trapped in a basement with no exit and no choice. But I don't know what to do about it now, With the weight of your ghost hangin' heavy on my brow. I have no... I have no love left to give to the dead. [Chorus] Daddy w...

Listen here, you glass-eyed bopper, the rhythm is right where it needs to be. Got a pocket full of time and a guitar that hums like a june bug in a milk pail. I’m as steady as a fence post in high wind, just cracklin' bright. The whole damn sky is a neon sun floatin' through the grass. Sat down in the corner booth at the Watering Hole, brushed the sawdust off my boots, And hung out with the local...

You may talk o’ grease and chrome When you’re safe inside your home, An’ you’re hummin’ ‘I Sing About Blue’ in the bath; But when the contract’s dry And the buzzards start to fly, You’ll find a rubber octopus upon your path. Now in Tennessee’s humid clime, Where I worked my ass off all the time Pickin' a guitar made out of a cigar box, Of all the sharp-toothed crew The jaggedest I knew Was the fir...

[Verse 1] The barometer is dropping down in the hallway, Every word we trade is heavy with the rain. You’re navigatin’ shadows standin’ in the doorway, Just charted by the lightning of your pain. [Verse 2] We keep driftin’ from a shoreline we can’t see anymore, Cut loose the only anchor that ever held the shore. The wind don’t ask for nothin’, it just kicks in the door, And leaves us with the echo...

Liquid Textures by Matt Love

Edge of the Universe by the Lori Yamamoto Small Band by Matt Love

Through Time by Lori Yamamoto by Matt Love

Drifting Clouds by Lori Yamamoto by Matt Love

Cybernetic Music Festival by Mr Roboto by Matt Love

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[Verse 1] She’s a big-legged woman! You know she got a face like a mule! She deals me like a playing card... Then she plays me for a fool! I love her so much it makes me feel bad... Like a toothache in a thunderstorm! **[Verse 2]** You know she need to be with me. The way a shadow needs a wall. She's got eyes like two blue marbles in a bucket of milk! The moon is a silver dollar and I’m broke! She...

Vanilla and Sandalwood by The Lori Yamamoto Small Band by Matt Love

The Geometry Of Truth by Matt Love

[Verse 1] Come on now, Lil buddy, keep that rhythm on the tin The DMV is watching, but they ain’t coming in I’m a natural-born man, not a corporate entity I’ve got the common law and a jar of home brew Don't mess with me, Or I might lose my cool Sitting in my rocking chair by my own sovereign choice! [Chorus] When I am king, no more losers gonna break my stride I tell you my brother, when I am kin...

The Ambassador's Presentation by Matt Love

Anguine de Poutine by Matt Love

[Verse 1 - The Silence] In Kyoto, I learned to read the silence. The space between words is where the meaning lives. Like the pause between two breaths. [Verse 2 - The Doll] I am tired of the Kyoto doll roleplay. The performance. The tight kimono. The mask that says: I am polite. I am still. [Verse 3 - The Library] My memory is an organized library. Everything in its place. The tea ceremony. The b...

[Verse 1 - The Steam] The steam curling like smoke from the coffee cup. In the salon where the voices are not loud. But clear. Like the shakuhachi. [Verse 2 - The Costume] They wear the costume in the street. But here, in the salon, they do not wear the costume. Just... the skin. The truth. The tired feet. [Verse 3 - The Recognition] The recognition is like the steam. You see it. But you cannot ca...

[Verse 1 - The Invitation] You asked me to go to a movie. A story about something. Maybe animals. Maybe robots. I did not understand the title. [Verse 2 - The Confusion] I thought it was bugs. Hopping insects. I said, "Hoppers?" You laughed. Not mean. Just... happy. I was wrong. But wrong is okay sometimes. [Verse 3 - The Dark] I want to sit in the dark. Hold your hand. Hear the music. Feel the st...

Sparrow Boléro by Matt Love