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She tags one lamppost at the time
Bombs a wall when no one is looking
With her rag tag band of pirates
meandering thru the night
She sprays: “Press Here For Champagne”
On a rusty bottle of propane by the industrial canal
The night it is her cover
The night it is her lover
With her stencils and her Stanley Knives
Out till the morning light
She sprays..
What she looks like few people know
She likes to travel incognito
Some say she looks just like a queen
I heard she makes love like a slave
She sprays
Her hair all bunched up under a hoody
Her face covered by a paint stained bandana
Art is her life and life it is worth living
She sprays
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Your Best Smile
03:47
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Pack your bags, break all of your mirrors
You wont need them this time around
Let your hair down drop your ego
you wont need them where you going
Hang your thumbs out in the wind
Watch those orange highway signs roll by
And flash the dead one your best smile
Flash your ancients your best smile
Own your darkness learn forgiveness
Burn your anger one ember at a time
Hold the silence , count your blessings
See thru the bullshit and the holy smoke
Put pen to paper, just toss the eraser
Write your story and your truth as you move along
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Josepha´s Blues
03:10
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Your ballroom elegance lighting up my life
My bloodshot eyes closed between your champagne thighs
You smile nervously line a stewardess when an engine fails
a twinkle of madness in your eyes
And I stand helplessly and I wish I would have a cure
for Josepha´s Blues
An Apartment filled with little boxes
Memories tucked conveniently away
you must have been Pandora´s favorite student
New Years you sitting out on the fire escape
I hear you crying out there in the rain
Your evening gown clinging to you like shroud
And I ….
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I wake up with a feeling my skull contains shattered glass and smoke
The rain on my window sounds like a rimmshot to a bad comedian´s joke
Instant coffee tastes instantly bad i have to keep the bile down
The sheets are smeared with lip stick i must have made love with a clown
And i know yes i know its one of those Sundays
When Sunday is to short because friday was too long
On the street i check my reflection in the window of a store
my face looks disheveled like loose ends of rope
and the mannequins give me the finger with their plastic hands
in a silent solidarity with all those girls discarded just as one night stands
and i know ....
temptation comes in many disguises and i have to be te wisest
on how i am going to pursue, because when the clock on the wall strikes half past two
and the maid brings another round
i like to fall into the abyss because we all gonna end in a hole in the ground
and i know
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Oyster Diver Blues
03:06
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When I´m In Love
04:07
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When I´m in Love, I don´care if I act like a clown
I ride a unicycle thru your nightmares
And I kick that Keystone Cop right square in his arse
Have an ACME Grand Piano dropped straight onto my Head ..
When I´m in Love I don´t need you to dance with my angels
I rather you dance with my demons and you twirl em all around
Over that old sawdust floor and with a twinkle in the eye
Escort them out the door
When i´m love I´m glad you forgive me my little transgressions
You being a partner in crime in my secret obsessions
and we take the road less traveled and both of us are baffled
by the truth in old Rob Frosts words
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I gotta a ticket in my hand going down to new orleans
Yeah I gotta a ticket in my hand going down to new orleans
When i´m down in New Orleans i´m gonna kiss my Frenchmen Street queen
She live in a haunted house down on Esplanade
Yeah she live in a haunted house down on Esplanade
I ain´t afraid of no ghost our lovin´ is gonna scare em away
Now i´m a skinny white dude, she is big, black and proud
Now i´m a skinny white dude, she is big, black and proud
Best that we meet on the neutral ground
I ain´t afraid of no hurricane with her in my bed
No i ain´t afraid of no hurricane with her in my bed
and i cant wait for her levees to break
There gonna be Margarita Sundays , si vous voulez
There gonna be Margarita Sundays , si vous voulez
You on my arm and a drink in my hand
Laizzez les bon temps roulez
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American Airlines to Newark I miss New Orleans
Having chosen a dreary month instead of a night in the Land of Dreams
I rather fail in my own dreams, than succeed in someone else´s reality
I´m riding on the I10 in my sleep while a fresh tattoo seeps onto the seat
How I miss the Bayous and how I miss the Swamps
and how I miss the people and how I miss their songs
Borscht, Bounce and Cocaine, St. Claude, Club Siberia
Minneapolis russian waitress I wonder who you really are
Standing outside the Blue Moon Lafayette Listening to Corey Ledet
I wish I had the skills he has
How I …..
Toothless smiles on Lower Decatur Street, coffee and beignets
Segway Rides going up the Tremé
Don´t embrace all that has changed
The smell of coconut and tea tree oil lingering in your room
Lipstick writing on the bathroom mirror, „hey come back soon”.
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For Your Love
03:05
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From the tumbleweed deserts to the city´s bright lights
The funk of bad decisions that just follows the ride
From the barroom to the hotel room , to the hospice waiting room
There´s a darkness that i cant quite shake
Now i´m a junky for your love
Put me in your spoon and strike up my match
I think i stick with you for a while
I think i stick with you for a while
I saw Mardi Gras Indians, had Jezebels in satin sheets
Chocked on the smell in the drunk tank of the NOPD
I met kindhearted strangers and some hard ass gals
My soul pitched into the darkness its the bottom of the well
I drank Flints dirty Water
Saw mountains sky high, saw the fear at the border in the refuges eye
In a train hoppers smile in a dancers curve
My life is like a movie that is shown in reverse
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Jazz Cigarette
02:23
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azz Cigarette , Jazz Cigarette mighty fine and neat.
Stronger than a vipers poison but the dreams you get a very sweet
Buy em on Lennox Avenue from that dapper guy
Tell him that i send you and he will make you fly
Jazz Cigarette , Jazz Cigarette just a dime a pop
Dont light up near the cop outside Sal Weinstein´s Doughnut Shop
Mezz Mezzrow Rolls the best as fat es they can be
Best juju you can find north of 52 street
Jazz Cigarette, Jazz Cigarette mighty fine and neat
Even the DoD knows „Hemp´s the Plant for Victory“
Boats are made for sailing and horns are made for wailing
Rope is made for roping and dope is made for smoking
Jazz Cigarette Jazz Cigarette be careful where you buy ´em from
Stool Pigeons in every bar like to sing their song
The pounder is making pounds , the rounder is making rounds
Don´t do that blow bro ´less you wanna wear a wooden kimono
Whats so sweet, a lil sticky and tacky?
Its got to be my whacky tobaccy
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Matthias Seling Cologne, Germany
Matthias Seling has worked as a professional artist for over 20 years.
“Essentials” is the culmination of
Selings´s musical journey from his time in New Orleans to the darkness during the Pandemic
10 songs that span different genres, from crackling dry Americana to soft Laurel Canyon inspired country and some New Orleans style Trad. Jazz thrown in the mix. Enjoy
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