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Fever is the first track I’ve written with my new project in mind - a sort of twee orchestra, with simple driving drumbeats and acoustic singalongs. I’ve been playing in one punk band or another for about a decade now, and the weight of numbers is getting heavy. I’m excited to try something new.

Playing in the Hey! for as long as I did, I really started to question the idea of giving the audience a “show.” Anyone that performs in New York, I think, must feel the same pressure; staring out at 30 hipsters with their arms crossed, slightly nodding their indifferent, bearded heads to the beat. Well, I think, if I can’t get them to dance, I’m at least going to get them to sing along.

I feel like I’ve written more music this year than the past two combined - but I still have 30 weeks left in the Song Cycle. I find that exciting too. I’m not done yet, not by far. Next week I’m giving myself the challenge to do something entirely new. I have no idea what.

Summer reminds me of fruition - it’s never too late to start something new, ever, but take pride in what you’ve been working towards, even if your goals have changed. Our lives come into focus in the long term view. We’ve done so much, we’re so capable, and that should be our reason for beginning again.

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Old heart, it was already done
You had your hand bright red at the neck of the gun
And you’re never ever home when you’re given to run

Split smart, we were already dumb
Spending another summer Sunday a companion to none
And when our aim’s this sharp then we’ve already won

Old heart, you were already dead
Using words out of a college that you didn’t attend
But if you talk real loud then they’ll never suspect

Truth ain’t failure, confidence a sin
Suture jigsaw
Ruthless tailors, our words build again
Future Minotaur

C’mon c’mon!
It’s easy when you’re cheating
C’mon c’mon!
It’s more than just a feeling
C’mon c’mon!
You’re only ever dreaming
C’mon c’mon!
And get your body seething

Old parts, but you’re almost as young
And you only ever argue when you’ve already won
And you’re never ever over when you haven’t begun

Worth ain’t ease – misunderstand’s the word
Morning cigarette
First paint’s pealing, fundamental curse:
The moment’s never over yet

C’mon c’mon!
It’s easy when you’re cheating
C’mon c’mon!
It’s more than just a feeling
C’mon c’mon!
You’re only ever dreaming
C’mon c’mon!
And get your body seething

Hello, old friend, the years have been split cells
Old heart of mine I think we should get well

C’mon c’mon!
It’s easy when you’re cheating
C’mon c’mon!
It’s more than just a feeling
C’mon c’mon!
You’re only ever dreaming
C’mon c’mon!
And get your body seething

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from Singles 2010, released December 31, 2010
Music and Lyrics by Mattroi

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