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Between The Cracks

by Aux 78

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Other Plans (a drug-trade work song) I wear a badge, I wear a gun the Mayor made me be but little do they know, I have other plans for me I wear a uniform, I wear these stripes the President made me be but little do they know, I have other plans for me 1 kilo, 2 kilos, 3 kilos, Shoot! I wear blood, this gunpowder the Drugs made me be but little do they know, I have other plans for me I wear a mask, I wear my pride the Cartels made me be but little do they know, I have other plans for me 1 kilo, 2 kilos, 3 kilos, Shoot! words and music by Nicholas Matta / Aux.78 2010 AppleLeg Music
2.
S.A.D. (a work for money, money for drugs, drugs for work anthem) I feel like such an alien nobody feels the way I do Why won’t things merge eye to eye? I’m always leaning a bit on the opposite side They just want me to feel loved but I don’t think that’s the fuel that I need Why do they tell me to disconnect? I’m always talking a bit on the inside I feel like such a lost soul nobody feels the way I can Why can’t things keep me afloat I’m always thinking about the other side
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STASH HOUSE DOG (a neglected hound story) Nobody loves me or scratches my back These rooms have never seen the light of day The trash can is empty and the mail box is stuffed My life is to watch their stash Once a week they come to feed me They don’t even look me in the face when they water my bowl On this concrete it’s like I’m not here at all My life is to watch their stuff Nobody hears my barking Nobody hears my whine Nobody cares about me I’m just doing my job This leash is too short when I wind myself around the pole When it gets cold, I think I’m warm I pretend the rain doesn’t hit me cold My life is to watch this place Nobody hears my barking Nobody hears my whine Nobody cares about me I’m just doing my job Once in a while that kid from next door throws me a bone But my teeth hurt too much to chew The ants get to my food before I do My life is to watch this house Words and Music by Nicholas Matta / Aux.78 2010. AppleLeg Music
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Blood Reporters (a borderland commercial-media tale) I report on what I know but I know too much I feel that it’s my duty to inform but I’ve informed too many I’ll tell the truth about these cities but I know too much I feel it’s my responsibility to teach but I’ve taught too many Mr. Reporter, white skinned man keep your mouth shut and don’t you pry or you’re going to die! I wear my cross close to soul but I’ve prayed too much I feel it’s my mission to tele-convert but I’ve converted too many I wear my heart on my sleeve but it has bled too much I feel it’s my duty to enlighten but I’ve enlightened too many Mrs. Reporter, brown skinned girl keep your hands frozen and your pen dry or you’re going to die! I sit on the desk to tell the story but I’ve told too much I feel it’s my responsibility to break the news but I broke too many words and music by Nicholas Matta 2010.AppleLeg Music
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Traumatic Brain Injury (a wounded soldier lullaby) Explode metal in me Cross above here somehow Talk get me back in now Sing song to write how Family hurt, sad eye Phantom limb on out somehow In miss teeth is now blank coats in, white out Work for star flag stripe then Desert shoot thirsty them Along road of bomb, hide Keep brain in part there, keep brain in part there
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THE NAMELESS (ballad of the mishearted) Her hair was golden, she had the scent of rose Her eyes were piercing and her heart was pure I would keep her forever if I knew her name Her tiny frame was gorgeous and she had cute toes Her eyes were engaging and her heart was true I would hold her forever if I knew her name Her lips were full, she had fingernails of pink and Her eyes were blue and her heart was real I would kiss her forever if I knew her name Her hips were swinging, she had a little pouty lip Her eyes were sweetness and her heart was kind I would love her forever if I knew her name They wonder where she is now That beauty I couldn’t resist I bet her family misses her but I had her for myself Her hair was lovely, she had the scent of me Her eyes were scared and her heart was untouched I would keep her forever if I knew her name Her tiny frame was satisfying and she curled her toes Her eyes were tragically twisted and her heart was racing I would hold her down forever if I knew her name Her lips were full of fear, she had me under her nails Her eyes were stone cold and her heart was taken I would kiss her forever if I knew her name Her hips didn’t want me and I bit her pouty lip Her eyes rolled back and her heart stopped I would choke her forever if I knew her name They wonder where she is now In that desert I couldn’t resist I bet her family won’t find her because I buried her myself
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ON SUNDAY (a tale of the forgiven) I’m ready for some back stabbing tonight a good old fashioned bar fight will get me horny and I won’t even leave a tip for the waitress because I go to church on Sunday to confess because I go to church on Sunday to confess I’m ready for some wife beating today a good old fashioned bitch slap for my love and I won’t even leave that much of a mark because I go to church on Sunday to decompress because I go to church on Sunday to decompress I’m ready for some tail gating tonight a good old fender bender to keep my lively life and I won’t even leave a trace of my hit and run because I go to church on Sunday to confess because I go to church on Sunday to confess I’m ready for some drunk driving tonight a good nighttime college student run over and I won’t even leave a flower on their tombstones because I go to church on Sunday to decompress because I go to church on Sunday to decompress and I hope that he touches me like when I was a little boy because I haven’t got off with my bitch in a while and I wonder where the wine went because I didn’t drink it all I’m ready for my kids to starve today a good old boy drinking what would have been the beans away and I won’t even leave a dime for their fucking mouths because I go to church on Sunday to impress because I go to church on Sunday to impress I’m ready for some cheap trickin’ tonight a good old fashioned herpe fuck shake and I won’t even leave a tip for the lady because I go to church on Sunday to piss because I go to church on Sunday to confess because I go to church on Sunday to impress because I go to church on Sunday to decompress words and music by Nicholas Matta / aux.78 2009.AppleLeg Music
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Wolf In Red Hood (a holy protest song) words by Karen Moore and Aux.78 They run like dogma off a leash but they all wear a collar The know just who their leader is We were meant to guard the flock but morals have all gone out to pasture I don’t wear this collar anymore I thought I knew the way but all I really know of holiness is the hell that they live today We all see this wolf in red hood Did he hear my voice? I’ll just fold my hands to pray I’ll just fold my hands to pray They are putting blood in their mouths while the devil guides their way This is the last time I talk to YOU My church is spoiled and molested I’m YOUR dog amongst wolves so that I can guard the lambs of this place like you never could so that I can guard the lambs of this place like you never would 2010.AppleLeg Music
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The Skin He Fondles (I Am Nothing Without Him) (an illegal love story) Well I’m pregnant again The little ones I can’t control, oh no! Because I’m not strong myself and my man tears me down with his insults and fists, I can’t get out I don’t know where to turn because I’m not from this country (the United States of America) and my man knows it He tells me to shut up! suck it up, and give up because if I went back, my family would kill me Well I believe all he says Three little ones more American than I, oh my! Because I was not born here and my man traps me with his rage and condescending love I can’t get out I don’t know where to go because I’m his property and I fucking know it I tell myself to give up! suck it, and forget because I’m not worth the skin that he fondles I am nothing without him I am nothing without him I am nothing without him I am nothing without him
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Underneath The Fence (an underground hope and death tale) Well it's dark in here, crawling underneath the fence and I'm hungry and my knees are raw… I saved up for this, other ways around the fence and I’m thirsty and my back is tight.. because I hadn’t seen the light at the end of the tunnel I left my family behind, on the other side of the fence and I’m sorry, but I couldn’t live like that… because I hadn’t seen the light at the end of the tunnel I found a guy that would help me out, underneath this fence but now I’m scared, but now I’m scared to death... because I hadn’t seen the light at the end of the tunnel because I hadn’t seen the light at the end of the tunnel and it smells like desert rain and an odor I can’t explain and I’m eager to start my new life on the other side I feel that I’m halfway, that mark signified the fence and I’m sweating and my hands are torn… because I hadn’t seen the light at the end of the tunnel I feel a pile of dead flesh and clothes, underneath that fence and I’m sorry they didn’t make it out alive… well I guess they saw the light at the end of the tunnel well I guess they saw the light at the end of the tunnel Now I know that smell that evaded me in this tunnel underneath the fence and I’m aware there is no way out, now because right there I saw the light at the end of the tunnel words by Nicholas Matta / Aux.78 copyright2009.AppleLeg Music

about

This is an album about harsh reality, written in a singer-songwriter format. The album is about subjects that people have a hard time talking about. Hypocrisy in the church, corruption, child abuse, human trafficking, prostitution, drug trafficking, domestic abuse, broken dreams, church sex crimes, greed, etc, etc, and sad etc. In presenting such rigid material I was hoping to create a dialog amongst my fans and in doing so, maybe hang some demons out to dry. I wrote the album based off of subject material that I found related to the borderland, but I found out that these issues transcended "border issues" and presented truths that we all tend to shy away from in the overall human condition.

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released July 17, 2010

produced and performed by Nicholas Matta (aux.78)

original artwork by Sebastian Aguirre

N.Matta. Guitar, bass, keyboards and synths, drums, percussion, original sampling, vocals.

Recorded at The Concrete Carton of Sound, El Paso Texas Nov 2009 - July 2010

2010 AppleLeg Music

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Aux.78 (nicholas matta) is a solo recording artist, musician, sound designer, audio engineer and live performer based in Portland, Oregon.

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