The Crime Of The Century Podcast

world feels small   single room, light on the wall   your face, a faded thing   silence sings its quiet song   [chorus] take me away   from this lonely, quiet place  want to go back   to a simple state of grace  trying to build   dreams feel far away   a feeling, just for me   days blend into endless sea   [chorus] take me away   from this lonely, quiet place  want to go back   to a simple state o...

night’s heart beats shadows dance, city lights blur melodies whisper breeze carries, but i stand still unease in the dark every beat calls notes fine, but story feels far rhythm of night whispers, but i’m a quiet sea lonely silhouette passion’s embrace heard it’s true, but courage needs a beer sunrise, street light quiet girl lost in the night dancefloor sways people spin, music promises new life...

morning coffee grinds aromatic fog fills the air living room hums soft tune, no words yet there gaze falls on window neighborhood waking up slow mind whirls with songs melodies waiting to flow guitar in hand strings hum, no plan sudden burst rhythm echoes, heart and land excited, I dart to the recording space shares the song new grace, new pace tides of change flow morning light, inspiration grows...

remember starting out blueprint of love, filled with doubt crooked walls, shaky ground dream shared, but not yet found you held the hammer i held the nail through storms, we stood tall chemistry, a whispered call partners in rhythm hearts beat in time for every victory our teamwork shines days the music fades rhythm right, melody astray but you held my hand said “forever” every day they said we we...

ocean’s steel grey waves whisper, sky pulls its shade buoys blink slow shipping lanes wade by solitude wears a familiar face tracing the line where water meets the sky misty breath on a cold glass sign love that was never quite mine forest behind me a wall of deep green secrets of where i’ve been waves feed you in the dark, a fragmented ark tracing the line where water meets the sky misty breath o...

morning light spills   agean sea’s gentle sigh   seven beats count   days we’ve known, hearts in tune   olympus calm   teaching balance, day and night   happy, grateful   heart has nothing left to fear   mykonos bond brave   love true in odd-time gear   rustic road winds   souls dance to uneven beat   chōka three   greek song spins   seven steps our hearts have tread   canvas waits open   voices r...

they ask a question answer hides in the quiet i should say no but something pulls me in lucky in a funny way no family, no job to tie me down artist company, but it’s not my song it’s my work, it’s the family’s song they ask if i like to watch on youtube, you know they say, “please do not use heavy machinery” and i laugh, so soft and low good counsel, yes thinking of Joni, yes she might say, “let’...

day draws in slow words catch in the throat of morning i speak anyway for the sound, for the quiet street today is new concrete holds our small feet little ghost hides in the shadow of the lamppost i’ll find your love quiet as a winter’s breath hold me close like rain, like a soft sigh i’ll slip away in the shadow of another day stumbling alone learning life’s okay in the dark say after me leave t...

ground feels plain bark of trees too loud in the hush you were rain quiet, soaking through my shoes empty afternoons old sun doesn’t know my name my words are soft a distant chorus, a forgotten tune i thought i was strong but then i had to leave long ago when the world was still new sun sets slow on streets i don’t walk anymore weeds push up a silent, green good bye your grace was light slipped th...

i meant to say something important, something true the light falls soft the little things we do but words just stop the thought becomes a quiet room silence waits for something to bloom air grows heavy the phrase just breaks in two a promise lost a simple joke for listening thank you for staying when you could’ve slipped away light fades slow the screen grows dim thank you for tuning in letting my...

Feckless Echoes By The Deadbeat Club by Matt Love

dream streetlights hum a small haven from the day’s noise i welcome the dream where hearts entwine like shy vines quiet smiles know old fears melt into mist our talk sparkles like a lantern in the hush café corner dark coffee strong as whispered secrets stories spill out words that waited too long we sit in silence watching shadows pass by dirty glass holds our flickering reflections your fingerti...

Sweet Dreams by Ryan Beano by Matt Love

main street dusk folds friday breathes on our sneakers silence between us too soft to name out loud corner store lights buzz like fireflies caught in glass we point at cases but never decide tape deck heartbeats press play, press pause, rewind love mixtape ribbons curl holding feelings we can’t spell each song a secret passed hand to hand like candy plastic beads spin clacking the sidewalk rhythm...

old home dusk folds into one last cicada cry cardboard boxes smell of rice steam and cedar i wave shy bye to a sky not-quite-blue plane hums all night dreams spill like loose pachinko balls morning lands grey ypsilanti snow whispers nobody waves sidewalks stare then look away hello sticks fast to the roof of my mouth square peg heart knocks against round town’s quiet doors i smile crooked laughter...

quiet lecture to the handful of fireflies journey feels odd discouragement hums low some voices off-key still they sit on the front step good or not good the porch swing keeps swinging i strum same chord move one pebble forward slow sing till stars yawn answers hide in the grass postcard i mail one stamp, maybe two hearts if i’m lucky a single smile is enough numbers don’t count humility tastes li...

Safari ya Muziki by Matt Love

do you like bacon or sausage curled like a cat maybe both too wrapped in warm blanket tortillas why so plain though just flour and sighs on the griddle yogurt looks sad does it hurt to spoon it up i love bacon it crackles like tiny applause thank you for ears they catch my silly crumbs movies save us from thinking too hard before noon drop-in surprise leave the dishes for later push and pull soft...

earth hums rust low a slow bloom under our feet leaning light stands where the gray starts to tear quiet peeks out like a mouse from the wall plume eye blinks blue one, two, many shy sapphires feather asks sky how many blues can fit here? slide, split, spiral each curl a held breath five little beads crimson, indigo, old brass we are the loom but the loom is also us cracks sing tiny the only hones...

Let Each Note Ring by Matt Love

grey sky spills slow a curtain of soft pennies i stand beneath yet not one drop finds my skin world drips away like watercolor left out i watch polite feeling folds into pockets wet clothes hug tight pretending they know sorrow underneath, dry skin forgets how to shiver quiet ocean laps the doorstep of my ribs one small corner holds its breath and bars the gate city blurs clear into a polite water...

before clocks ticked loud the sky kept a hush of blue a small girl stood sunlight poured like warm syrup something settled soft as dust on a doll cheek quiet knew her name and she answered without words houseplants breathed slow while grown-up shoes slept in rows night-light blinked shy a pink primrose on the sill peace tiptoed in curling around her ankles heartbeat steady like a lullaby hummed lo...

hi gentle ghosts a voice drifted from café steam it spoke hush truths too shy for bright lights thread of night wove a concert no one else hears dream bandstand plays only my heart keeps the beat we trade shy notes by breathing in the same air one hundred heartbeats per turn, a tiny rosary melody first then harmony curls like smoke rhythm settles deep as knees in cool grass D climbs, E lifts F sha...

too many miles stretch between our two kitchens i dial slow nine let the rotary sigh spin your voice arrives crackled like warm vinyl i mail a smile pressed in a small square photo sun on my cheek pale and a little crooked wait till we meet i’ll kiss the top of your head soft as a stamp still tasting envelope glue do we dare walk to the hush at the line’s end? i’ll pack cold rice into a plaid meta...

heart-garden sighs petals lean like tired dancers spilling the sill drama in soft pink whispers a pixel bird loops its tiny song all night blue router light paints the leaves in insomnia drought inside me watered only by glitch tears when netflix blinks and asks if i’m still watching power cord sage gnarled root above my grave bury me here under the gentle hum of loss cracked phone screen sky clou...