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2016 Holubowski Music inc (exclusively licensed to Audiogram)

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released September 23, 2016

All music and lyrics by Matt Holubowski,
except for Wild Drums: music by Mathieu Holubowski, Chris Lamarche, Connor Seidel

Produced Connor Seidel

Co-Produced Matt Holubowski

Engineered Connor Seidel

Mixed Warren Spicer
The Warden & The Hangman, Exhale/Inhale, La Mer/Mon Pere, A Home That Won’t Explode, The Folly Of Pretending, Solitudes

Mixed Connor Seidel
Wild Drums, The King , Opprobrium, L’imposteur, This is the Year I was Undone

Mastered Marc-Olivier Bouchard, Le Lab Mastering

Graphic Design Mathilde Corbeil

Photos Geneviève Ringuet

Executive Production Esther Teman

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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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Track Name: The King
I err, aimless in falling towns, looking to trade some time for a way to get around. I hold fast to my paper crown as the howl of the wind it blows it all to hell.

I am the king of the ancient town,
I am the reign of the young,
And I have been told I'm the only one.
But I am, no I am not
I am, no I am not
Well, I am, no I am not
I am, I am, I am.

I am the fault of the clerics pen. I am the joke without, within. I am the call for righteous living. I am the spawn of a drunken vision. I am the hope that drives the dread out of the slums for miles ahead. I am the ad that sold the mould. I am the billboard for the soul.

I was produced by old machines, rusted and worn by centuries. I was entoiled by sullied laws, and now I am caught between its jaws. I am the scar of my descent, destined to be the same again. I am the circle viciously complete and closed like history.