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Like Flowers on a Molten Lawn

by Matt Holubowski

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1.
End Scene 06:30
In about half of my dreams I am another Talking in my sleep About gardens and the garage Where I tinker on myself We’re growing like flowers On a molten lawn For the duration of the parade I’ll be in the shade Beyond the holocene I’ll be riding on the coattail Of the final scene Waiting for the curtain Of the sea My oh my, the sun bright tonight Follow the light She said follow the light I said hell no I’m not ready to Follow the light She said follow the light I said hell no I’m not ready to go My oh my the sun bright tonight
2.
Watch the lush garden from the high window It’s an island maze, It’s a skillful growth we sowed Weave yourself into the Colours of the garlands and laurels Such a happy place to be in Set the small pebbles by the undergrowth In a secret code that only you will know Swipe the brume out of the way Of the light in the room So you can see the fable you’re in Living in a world of wallpaper wisteria Close enough, close enough You came here to pick flowers Now you’re mowing the lawn Mourn the slow river as a low minstrel It’s a gravel road with a plastic parasol Take a nice picture as a memento It’s a landmark soul, it’s a pasture in repose Weave yourself into the Colours of the garlands and laurels Such a happy place to be in
3.
Sandy Cove 05:35
There’s a man worth following He knows a thing or two about you His mind is like a folding chair You can take it anywhere And use it when the weight of your affairs have humbled you so I hope that you know it Sometimes I forget Everyone around me metamorphosizes on a whim I don’t know who anyone is I’m told that there’s a distance between who you are And who you want to be But how I see it, it’s more who you are and who you could’ve been And that’s why I worry about it all of the time Marked for the anointed It should’ve been you Locked into the mindset It could only be true And when I see you lying there What is it I should do? Grass grows by the inch, dies by our feet When we go anywhere Just go anywhere, I don’t care Let’s just go, let’s go I’m weary, I am feeling dreary It’s not in my head I am an echo I must owe somebody royalties for all of my troubles Every room I spend my time in has no windows Sometimes it’s just better not to see too far ahead For if you know now what you’d later know You may find a rabbit hole to get stuck in There’s nothing romantic about the fall of Rome Can’t unring a bell, can’t undo a wrong
4.
I left the light on On in the house There’s something I’m after that’s freaking me out Running faster after blunders, You’re not alone You’re a walking disaster Always in doubt Wondering what they’re Talking so loudly about
5.
In the eyes, in the eyes, in the eyes In the eyes of a song There’s a liar, there’s a liar There’s a liar that’s fooling you some What you’re asking for is honesty I’m not sure what that means to me But I know The crooked oars are steering me astray Or are they? Other than for pity, It’s not exactly a party on Sundays, A requiem for the one who Will bear the incredible weight Of the folks getting high On everything he will say Oh, what you ask of him is suicide Hallellucinating, sanctifying And he knows the words he’ll speak Will someday do harm Or will they? Other than for pity, It’s not exactly a party on Sundays In the eyes, in the eyes, in the eyes In the eyes of a psalm There’s a liar with a lyre on a wire That’s fooling you some What you’re looking for is certainty But what you’re getting is a comedy You know the signs are clear you’re certain that they’re there, but are they?
6.
Il y a les soirées où on s’imaginait seuls À vivre dans nos pensées respectives À l’heure qu’il est, la lune est morte de rire Car elle sait bien que tu ne pourras jamais aller ailleurs Il y a les soirées où on s’imaginait jeunes À courir saouls et nu.e.s dans les ruelles La peur du noir, l’oiseau nocturne, incompatibles L’amour de l’aube, à quatre heures du matin Aller ailleurs J’ai la ballade en moi À me rendre malade Si je n’y vais pas Je n’existe pas Comme une fleur digitale
7.
My Burrow 03:10
I want to be great, but I don’t like waiting I want to escape, but I don’t like leaving you behind I wanted to feel, without having to steal nothing I wanted a lover, and then I wanted another There’s a line for the stall Where the windows are tall And I can pass the time Bird-watching birds watching me Wondering about my life I wanted to swim, no water in sight I wanted to feel the breeze, but I don’t want to go outside I don’t want to regret, so I tried a cigarette I don’t want to be old, like the winter don’t want to be cold Fast forward, rewind, Isn’t it about time to Throw your own rose parade March past the sulking window Where you used to bellyache I don’t want to do nothing I want to do something, but I’m just walking around Always coming and going continually south With a bad taste in my mouth I wanted to be a morning person I wanted to see a cherry-blossom For years I rejected your version of heaven I ran for my life in the sun But when I fell in line, I saw a little white light And I knew my time had come
8.
I blocked your calls Your name is a dreadful nudge When I hit the wall this fall The unspeakable thoughts I’m not here at all I don’t want to leave my bed I’m stapled to the wall In search of fountainheads I flirt with boredom I lost my words in it I try to think of something else But I love to hate myself Spring blossomed just in time To show me a sign of life Perhaps her hand is there To settle this affair A fraction of a flower Sits by the lawnmower Good thing I hesitate To do my chores today To just imagine us To and fro, runaway On that old chicken bus A fatal ricochet
9.
The cities hung low at the edge of my window Like a bad idea, both windy and hollow Silent as yesterday, loud as tomorrow The polished, plastic, picture of sorrow When I have something new to say I’ll say it to the moon Perched atop it from a room with perfect alpine views I’m hanging on the yellow wall when tigers used to smoke I remember vaguely what I used to know Alonealonealonealonealonealonealone I am sorting through imaginary loose ends And I am signing rainchecks for all of my friends I’ll see you when I see you And I loved you when I loved you And I miss you I miss you Alonealonealonealonealonealonealone

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released March 24, 2023

Words & Music by Matt Holubowski
Produced by Pietro Amato
Co-Produced by Matt Holubowski
Engineered by Pietro Amato
Mixed at HQ by Mark Lawson
Mastering by Harris Newman
Recorded at Skybarn, Chez Marcel, and various cottages
Strings on My Burrow, Sandy Cove, and Rainchecks for all my Friends recorded in Estonia by the Estonian National Symphony Orchestra

String Arrangements on My Burrow by Owen Pallet
String Arrangements on I Left the Light on by Marianne Houle & Pietro Amato
String Arrangements on Sandy Cove by Marianne Houle
String Arrangements on Rainchecks for all my Friends by Pietro Amato

Horn Arrangements on I Left the Light on by Marianne Houle & Pietro Amato
Horn Arrangements on The Future Has Been Canceled, Strangers in an Alley, End Scene by Pietro Amato

Graphic Design & Art Direction by Valery Lemay
Cover Artwork by Dominique Labrie
Flower Illustrations by Valery Lemay
Photograph by Véronique Audet-Gagnon

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Matt Holubowski Montreal, Québec

Matt Holubowski's first album 'Ogen, Old Man' was written and recorded in the spirit of simplicity, embracing of imperfection, and the search for truth and meaning. The raw, lo-fi album meant to bring the focus back to story telling, as was originally the tradition of folk music.

Holubowski's second opus is set to appear in the fall, with more arrangements and colours, but the same candour.
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