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Eleven rock and roll tracks performed by one dude who plays five instruments at the same time. The Matt Kurz One will take his bachelor's degree in English and school you about Virginia, Long Island, and the leader of the Soviet Union in the 1960's. If you like The Replacements, Bruce Springsteen, Ted Leo, Pavement, The Ramones, Hasil Adkins, or anything rockin' you can't afford not to listen! If you like Bloc Party, The Killers, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah or Franz Ferdinand, you ALSO can't afford to miss this. YOU JUST CAN'T AFFORD TO MISS THIS. IT'S FREE! click here for the whole album! Download specific tracks:  This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 2.5 License. |
SUGGEST DONATION: $5 US please note "the matt kurz one" in the subject or body of your donation. LYRICS AND EXPLANATIONS! Virginia is for Suckers When I was thinking about moving to VA., everyone I talked to had nothing but amazing things to say about it. “Oh the music scene is amazing!”, “Oh the people are so cool! You’re gonna love it!”. These people, as it turns out, had no idea what they were talking about.Once in VA., I got a job at a chain restaurant , where there were refugees from various states who had been similarly duped. We are the suckers, not the naitives. Hey you gotta move Either it’s a secret that’s closely guarded Maybe I am not I’m through talking about the Civil War Set of Wheels
I know what I would do but it’s easy to see I’m not the same as you Cuz everyone and their momma told you not drink and drive You wake up to a drinking song and continue to sing it all day long Cuz everyone and their momma told you not drink and drive Here Come The Hurricanes Every year more obscenely rich fools build lavish mansions in the path of mother nature’s fury. And then when there houses fall off their stilts into the ocean they seem shocked. Moral: No matter how hot your shit is, God always has an ace up His sleeve to humble your ass. I got beach front property, you know it’s real cool Well I got a wave runner , babe, I got me a yaught Oh no, here come the hurricanes! Well, batten down the hatches, baby, turn off the gas Hugo brought Coronas, Ivan brought the blow Oh no, here come the hurricanes! Long Island, I Swear. People hate Long Islanders.While I have personal objections to the LI lifestyle and attitude, it is where I am from. When I moved to upstate NY and later to VA. I found that people are very vocal about their disdain for the inhabitants of the island of my birth. Although I love Long Island so much I moved and never came back, when people talk shit about it I found myself getting very defensive. Almost in the same way it’s cool that you complain about your mom, but it’s not cool for anyone else to. It didn’t bother me so much in upstate NY, where people are generally laid back and polite( as well as fellow New Yorkers), but in Virginia it made me livid. The lines “They say wow you’re such a nice young man…” are direct quotes of what some woman had the gaul to say to me while I was serving her a burger. Which was very ironic, since I consider it the rudest thing anyone has ever said to me. Watch a man bash his head against a steering wheel But I promise to make enemies wherever I go The boardwalk’s a Berlin wall between God and man Cause I promise to make enemies wherever I go But so are you and so do you, just in a different way Wake Up Little Sioxsie When I was younger I had an affinity for goth chicks. Probably because they were easy and I had low self esteem. Eventually I swore them off.Oddly, the one thing they all shared in common was wanting to pour melted candle wax on me, it was this connection between them that inspired this song. Although somewhere along the way the lyric that mentioned it evolved it’s way out of the song. Half of the first verse I plagerized from myslelf(John Fogerty style) They are also included in the hip hop song “Drunk in N.Y.C.” off my album Farewell Welfare. Goth chix, hot tits, popping out their velvet black Gothic hot chick, bam bam bam Nympho, full of whoa, hot like a habatche Gothic hot chick, bam bam bam Maybe your Daddy didn’t treat you right Sarah Lynn or What Do You Call a One Man Band Without a Girlfriend? Never in my life of proloific song writing had I written a proper “love song” Since I’ve met and fallen in love with Sarah Lynn Weir I’ve written 5. I guess I’ve never really been in love before. She is just the sweetest little thing on this whole planet. She also supports me (emotionally and financially) while I attempt to find musical success. The “or” half of the title is a play on the old joke “What do you call a drummer without a girlfriend?” The answer is homeless. Baby don’t move a muscle while piss and brush my teeth Skin so soft and bosom ample, most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen Maybe I don’t got a pot to piss in Unhappy People! Funny names of real towns + a negative assessment of humanity= rockin’ tune! Huey Lewis’s “The Heart of Rock’n’Roll is Still Beating” meets Buddha’s First Noble Truth I’ve been to Buttsville, Pennsylvania I’ve been to Manasses, Virginia 6 billion people who just don’t give a shit I’ve been down to Coxsackie I’ve been to Big Bone Lick State Park 6 billion people who just don’t give a shit Applicant This song pretty much explains itself. I was on an interview to get a job as an “account executive” at an industrial cleaning business in Richmond.I was in a suit and tie, clean shaven, trying hard to look like a real “go-getter” as I embarked on my journey to become a “responsible adult”. The guy next to me was dressed like he was filming a rap video at the beach. I caught a glimpse of his resume and it was the example templet from Microsoft Resume Builder. He had only changed the name to his. I didn’t get the job. Slightly high, glossy stare He’s got a resume that nobody would ever believe (2x) Epiphany! One of those “improper” love songs I wrote before I met Sarah Lynn. This is from a batch of songs I wrote while putting together a back up band in upstate NY. One day, the rest of them will also see the light of day. Today you say you’re willing to make any sacrifice Lucky for me before we set the stakes Girl I can’t begin to understand Tiny Krushchev Nikita Krushchev was the leader of the Soviet Union after Stalin. During his reign, which ended in 1964, he attended an international conference, intended to promote peace. When it was his turn to speak he took off his shoe and started banging it on the table and yelling, “ I will destroy you!”. Signifying he would get his way at all costs, even if it meant total annihalation. Some 50 years later a one man band was looking for a good metaphor for the self destuctive part of his personality. It seems while turning over a new leaf in his life, this particular “lets get wasted, do whatever you want, who gives a shit about the consequences” part of his personality was giving him quite a bit of resistance. For some reason, probably being that he’s a geek with above average Jeopardy skills, this piece of history jumped out at him, and “ Tiny Krushchev” was penned. Hey step outside of me, getting mind off of matters, need room to breathe Hey, and I’m proud of me, I’m one step closer to where I wanna be Or the uncoolest depending on your time table, now I’m just a killer brother Hey, cuz it’s time to be, the kind of man that I want to be Drunk man, drunk man There’s a tiny Krushchev Turn Your Back The anonymous “you” and “your” is God. While firmly against organized religon, I am a strong believer in God. When I was younger I used to feel It flow through me, it was a wonderful feeling. After about a decade of divorce, attempts on my life, and just generally being bitch slapped by life(for mistakes I made), I somehow lost it. Although I no longer “feel” It’s presence, I “know” It’s there. This is kinda of my way of saying, “Hey duder,sorry, I still love ya!” I never see your face I’m not afraid of dying alone You know, I’ve been out nightwalking I’m not afraid of dying alone |
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