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Days, Months, Years, Blood, Sweat, Tears

by Matt Brasch

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“The Next Few Weeks” It’s birthday’s spent away from home and distant anniversaries… It’s missing out on making memories… It’s the failures and the victories, and everything that’s in between, that we can’t share when you’re not here with me. We talk sometimes through screens on phones but we rarely succeed when we’re fighting poor connections and our dying batteries. If I could just see you for one day to recharge my energy I know it’d get me through the next few weeks. It’s the first steps that mean the most and the last words we hold so close. It’s the little things that are so damn heavy. I’d do anything to get time back before my novel’s final act, but I can’t change the things in chapters past. We keep in touch through texting and the stories on our feeds. I’d rather see you in the flesh instead of 9:16. If I could just have you for one day outside of technology I know it’d get me through the next few weeks. We anxiously wait for the next time that we both will be in the same room enjoying each other’s company. If I could just meet you for one day I’m sure it’s all that I’d need. I know It’d get me through the next few weeks.
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"Never-Ending Cycle” When push comes to shove I go above the rest. I’m at your beck and call. When shit hits the fan I’m your right hand man. Set me up to take the fall. Build me up to tear me down. Why you gotta be so spiteful? Fuck me up and calm me down. It’s a never-ending cycle. I’ve played your games—The ones with rules that change. I’ve been your little toy. I’ve done all you’ve asked but been put on blast. I’m the one that you exploit. Build me up to tear me down. Why you gotta be so spiteful? Fuck me up and calm me down. It’s a never-ending cycle. Fuck you and your tryhard ways. We all see through the bullshit haze.
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“Is It Too Late to Try?” More often than not I’m finding faults in the way I’ve handled the past year. I’m a hollow shell that’s reduced to sand— Only remnants of the man I used to be. I’m scared to show my face. I’m scared to use my voice—Scared to show my love and open myself up—Scared to go all in on the hand that I was dealt. I folded once again instead of betting on myself. More often than not I find reasons to stop living life the way I once had planned. It’s become hell birthed on earth and only getting worse with the rising temperatures. I’m scared for what is next. I’m scared of what’s unknown—Scared that I don’t have the tools to make it on my own—Scared to change direction on my path in life ‘cause I spent years laying the groundwork and now I’m asking “Why?” Is it too late to try?
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“I’m Not Getting Any Younger” The days are starting to get shorter and I’m not getting any younger. Each sundown brings me one night closer to six feet under. I poured my whole life into a dream… but dreams aren’t what they seem. One moment I’m floating through the clouds— The next the rug is pulled from my feet. It’s the ebbs and flows that let me know it’s time for introspection. Without the ups and downs I’m a flatlined, lifeless sound with no sign of resurrection. …And I can’t deny the cruel of time. When the sorrow steps into the light it wins the fight verses all joy in my life. When my demons wake they’ll do their best to take all that’s left of me. They’ll strip my sail at sea and leave me circling. The current decides my destiny Now I can’t deny what I feel inside. When the despair pulls with all its might it wins the fight—drowning all hope in my life. What’s life?—just time. What’s life?—just time and thoughts and actions. What’s life?—just time and thoughts and actions, and people just disappointing you. It’s looking forward to the plans just fall through. It’s dropping the ball tied with one on third—You’re the reason that you lose. It’s the pain—the suffering that makes you feel some kind of truth. And we endure the lowest lows to feel the highs when they roll through.

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released January 14, 2022

All songs written, performed, recorded and produced by Matt Brasch at Brasch’s Woodshop.
Mixed by Nick Steinborn at Red Hand Recordings.
Mastered by Dan Coutant at Sunroom Audio.
Photography by Justin Mondschein.
Layout by Matt Brasch.

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Matt Brasch Penllyn, Pennsylvania

Matt Brasch is a multi-instrumentalist musician from the Philadelphia suburbs that has been crafting songs for the past 25 years. He has been in a long list of bands and is currently active with The Wonder Years and Cold Climb It. Matt is now proudly releasing songs that he has written, performed, produced and recorded under his own name. ... more

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