The Crime Of The Century Podcast

A House In Bali by Ernest Youngman by Matt Love

Here are the chords and lyrics to "The Careful Gardener" - now you can play along! or make your own version Intro G G D D G G D D G D I only have what should be mine C D things that came in all due time. G D I've let my life flow naturally C D The plan unfolding gradually G D Some times you find it's hard to wait G D And you want to hurry fate G D But take you time, don't push yourself C D Keep yo...

[Verse 1] I’m sittin’ in the wrong time zone, guzzled on that hootch and beer Far away from your heart, shack-bound in the squalor here. Jehosephat, I’m fetchin’ firewood, a heapin’ pile of loblolly pine While you’re up in the city-slicker co-op, actin’ like you’re doin’ fine. [Verse 2] I’m in the "long-gone-from-your-shack" zone, eatin' chitlins, roped and fat The sheriff and the marshal’s comin’...

[Verse 1 - The Camping] We were camping deep in the woods. We slept. The tent was small. The ground was hard. I slept anyway. Then the phone started to ring. [Verse 2 - The Light] The light from the screen made the nylon glow blue. A blue I had not seen before. A tent blue. A three-in-the-morning blue. [Verse 3 - The Name] I did not want to answer it. I watched the name hover on the screen. Polo P...

The Pacific Wren by Matt Love

Everybody Dance Like Corky by Matt Love

For a bird in the country, monkeys is all we need. Instead of a loss of something that's to their heart

Mist-Covered Island by Lori Yamamoto by Matt Love

Sun Wukong in the Pan Tao Yuan by Matt Love

Subterranian Bloom by Ernest Youngman by Matt Love

chanson by Matt Love

Happy St. Patrick's Day, everyone!

Dogbutt Opus 1 by Matt Love

CONDUCTOR'S LINER NOTE: Reconstructing the Residue "You keep this receipt folded in your wallet though wallets are obsolete." —Bil Smith, Prologue as Receipt The performance captured on this recording is a deliberate excavation of what Bil Smith calls "the Burden of Choice." In approaching Smith’s graphic monuments, the performer is not tasked with creation, but with curation. We are not "interpre...

The Tiki Men Do The Twist On Love Beach by The Deadbeat Club by Matt Love

[Verse 1 - The Gallery] The walls are breathing. Very slow. Very quiet. Like a sleeping thing. Most people do not notice. They are too busy looking. [Verse 2 - The Wanting] They want to buy. They want to take the paintings home. They hang them above their sofas, very high up. But paintings need to breathe, I think. [Verse 3 - The Watcher] You are standing still. Like a tree that is keeping a secre...

Interlude (A song for the night) When the sun goes down, And the world becomes so quiet, Do not be afraid. I am watching the shadows, Seeing the darkness fade out. Are you feeling this? I think you must feel the same, Like a small, warm fire. Let it burn inside your heart, I will always be right there. In the middle of your night, When the condition is right, I am standing near. I do not need to c...

[Verse 1 - The Arrival] The elevator doors opened and I was inside a postcard of the city. Everyone was wearing very expensive silence. [Verse 2 - The Queen] She entered like someone who has practiced entering. Her dress was the color of money after dark. The ice in my glass made a small sound. [Verse 3 - The Observation] I wanted to share a glass of ice with her. Not to fight. Just to see what li...

Lori and I would like to extend our deepest gratitude to Lexi Belle for inspiring this piece, and suggesting the title.

Golden leaves whisper Falling slow in the soft rain Dusty road holds us Walking slow in the late sun Same old tune looping Round and round like an echo Lost in summer sound Rain runs down the glass Like the tears upon my face I am watching them grow cold Lonely seagull cries High and thin in the grey sky He is lonely too But then I think of your hand Mist rises from the grass Shadows long and sudd...

[Chorus] Sunlight is lying down on the hot street. It is too tired to stand up. The green leaves are holding their breath in the thick, slow air. I find a melody that is sticky with sweetness. My heart is a ripe fruit. I wish the summer would stop melting off its bones. [Post-Chorus] La la la… Soft like a lazy bee. La la la… Where do the lost dreams sleep? Do they take a long nap in the shade’s bl...

[Verse 1] In the big bank of clouds, I think I am lost You are drifting away, like the white winter frost When the air was more cold, I could see where you stay Your breath was a wisp, but the heat took it away [Verse 2] Now the air is too moist, and the damp is so thick The sun makes a trick that makes my heart feel quite sick You are invisible now, like a ghost in the light Reality is changing f...

Verse 1 (The Witness) There is a woman in a small kitchen. She moves like she is dancing with something invisible. The knife is an extension of her hand. Verse 2 (The Bones) Deep in the pot, things are happening without light. Bones are giving up their souls all through the night. The broth is becoming a memory. Verse 3 (The Search) She is searching for a color. A clarity. A certain gleam that say...

Lori and band perform Nobody And The Computer's composition "Sunday Light On Quiet Water." We extend our extreme gratitude to Lexi Belle for her helpful suggestions.

Verse 1 (The Scene) On a night that could be from an old movie, in a room where a gold clock ticks, a man sits in his white suit. The air is getting very thick. Verse 2 (The Arrival) She comes from the dark wearing a dress the color of midnight. Midnight blue. No introduction. She was summoned. He knew she would come. Verse 3 (The Waiting) She does not ask things. She watches the silver gleam. The...