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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
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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
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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.