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Matt Costa
Matt Costa


Background information
Birth name Matthew Albert Costa
Born June 16, 1982
Born place Huntington Beach, California, United States
Genre(s) Indie Rock
Folk-Rock
Years active 2003—present
Label(s) Brushfire Records
Venerable Records
Associated acts No Doubt
Website Website



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Matt Costa Album


The Elasmosaurus E.P. (09/13/2005)
09/13/2005
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(Instrumental)


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With an upwind facing starboard
i was unsure of where to go
the salt burns my skin
and your eyes were cold as the ocean
this is our day today
won't you find the way back to these arms

and we're bound for where we started
with a down wind course through the harbor
at sunset i was sorry
that this was our day today
this is our day today

why can't you find the way
won't you find the way back to these arms

are we bound for where we started
cause the start is where we're bound to end up
the start is where we're bound
and we're bound to end up where the start's at

and when twilight turned darkness
i was unsure of where to go
the salt burns my skin
and your eyes were cold as the ocean
this is our day today
can you find the way back to these arms
this is our day today
won't you find the way back to these arms

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Rats they run across the field, crows rest in the tree
Barking madly at each other
Standing from the rooftop i scream "Won't you bark for me?"
As you turn your back and fly away

Caught on the fence you've left behind
Dive into an empty pool, I've tried
Oh I've tried
Oh I tried writing with nothing in return

When the wind freed me from the roots that tied me down
Now I need them back for comforting
Carvings that we left in branches scarred up on this tree
Lingering are thoughts you left with me

Calling the phone that you ignore
Slowly walking backwards from your door
Oh I've tried
Now we are done fighting, it's time that you return

Candle lit small light inside your window that I see
Hoping that the light still shines for me
Standing on the curbside I scream "Please come back!"
As you turn your back and fly away

Groundhogs digging with their claws
Burying their loves with dirty paws
Oh I've tried
There's no igniting, my head is in the dirt

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Through early morning fog I see
visions of the things to be
the pains that are withheld for me
I realize and I can see...
[REFRAIN]:
that suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please.
I try to find a way to make
all our little joys relate
without that ever-present hate
but now I know that it's too late, and...
[REFRAIN]
The game of life is hard to play
I'm gonna lose it anyway
The losing card I'll someday lay
so this is all I have to say.
[REFRAIN]
The only way to win is cheat
And lay it down before I'm beat
and to another give my seat
Lyricsfor that's the only painless feat.
[REFRAIN]
The sword of time will pierce our skins
It doesn't hurt when it begins
But as it works its way on in
The pain grows stronger...watch it grin, but...
[REFRAIN]
A brave man once requested me
to answer questions that are key
is it to be or not to be
and I replied 'oh why ask me?'
[REFRAIN]
'Cause suicide is painless
it brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please.
...and you can do the same thing if you please




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I'm waiting in the pines
I'm waiting in the forest
Pilon at my side
The treasure lies before us

And so we started walking
We knew they couldn't harm us
And how the wind is crying
When misty morning dawn breaks

We'll walk back to the flats
With gallons in our hands

We're walking in the fields
We're working on the farms
We do just like our fathers
How can they take that from us?

And so we started driving
We had no choice to leave this
The bowl was left behind us
LyricsFor Hooverville's before us

Three hundred thousand
Bodies who can't rest

Sweet Thursday is calling me back up to Monterey
Up to Monterey

So I started driving
And left my home behind me
The row there kept reminding
Of pages in your writing

Sweet Thursday is calling me back up to Monterey
Up to Monterey


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When you’re so lonely lying in bed
Night’s closed it’s eyes but you can’t rest your head
Everyone’s sleeping all through the house
You wish you could dream but forgot to somehow
Sing this lullaby to yourself
Sing this lullaby to yourself
And if you are waiting, waiting for me
Know I’ll be home soon darling I guarantee
I’ll be home Sunday just in one week
Dry up your tears if you start to weep
And sing this lullaby to yourself
Sing this lullaby to yourself
Lullaby, I’m not nearby
Sing this lullaby to yourself
Don’t you cry, no don’t you cry
Sing this lullaby to yourself
Cause when I arrive dear it won’t be that long
No it won’t seem like anytime that I’ve been gone
It ain’t the first time it won’t be the last
Won’t you remember these words to help the time pass?
So when you’re so lonely lying in bed
Night’s closed it’s eyes but you can’t rest your head
Everyone’s sleeping all through the house
You wish you could dream but forgot to somehow
Sing this lullaby to yourself
Sing this lullaby to yourself
Sing this lullaby, sing this lullaby
Sing this lullaby to yourself


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