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Cuts are in order they are recorded.
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Cut 22, Thief, is almost completed.
Album: Soul
Cut 1: Beach
High stepping the pull
Shifting in the sand
Licking salty skin
The moon lighting the warm air shifting in
Glassy smooth morning lapping the mood
Spreading and filling
Cut 2: Ballerina
Twirl around and around and around
Do you dance?
Do you spin through air?
Do you prance?
Do you swirl and lead the trail of your spin?
In my tail of travesty your frills are light running free
Send me right to your door
Separate my bad memories of crying in the dark
I can see the sight ahead
See this one
I beg you, don’t ever leave
Do you dance?
Do you spin through air?
Do you dance?
Do you swirl and spin a departed trail we share?
Suspended emotion
Reach out and touch me
Kiss me
I’ll soar with you
Hold everything
You are altering my mind
Surrounded in your energy
Your twirls propel suspension of time
Won’t you stop and straighten out lies in my life
Cries of hidden strife
Enter my life
Let’s swish through air
Cut 3: Harmony
Connecting memory that is airy witty and orderly is peaceably encompassing harmony
All indecisively striving for balancing tranquility
Any method sounds pleasingly
Merge into rhythm
Progress into melody
Tie your chords intently with harmony
Melody and harmony
Rhythms sanity encompasses melody
Two or more intuitively
Symmetrically joining with harmony
There are three moving souls of unity
Melody and harmony
Bring each expression in vast succession while paralleling easily dependently surrounding rhythms adventuring into emotional predictability
And suggesting irregularities brings on potential jeopardy
So, combine us please
Merge into rhythm
Progress into melody
Tie your chords intently with harmony
Sounds of unity with harmony
Cut 4: Slide
Slide right
Slide left
Slide right
Slide left
Use an umbrella in the rain
Walk an ant trail
Go on a date to a bunny hop
Watch a tap dance
Have a ball
Slide right
Slide left
Slide right
Slide left
Wear a yellow jacket
Make a wish
Hang in there
Hang up
Step up
Be a wise ass
Slide right
Bang a hum drum
Slide right
Watch a storm drain
Slide left
Slide left
Shoot the breeze and eat finger food
Become a star
Hold an even keel
Hold your hands on the steering wheel and slide left
Slide right
Slide left
And slide right
Slide left
Cut 5: Cry
This morning I woke up alone
Feeling tired without you
Out my window feeling blue
Feel there’s nothing I can do
I went to call you on the phone
But the music kept playing through my mind
Knowing we had lost the time
We were so unkind
We’re going down
My mirror’s a frown
It’s time to ground
Dependent on your early tone
The eggs I fried were scrambled
Like what we gave was jambled
And what we tried to save
Laying and dying
Living without you
My mirror’s a frown
It’s time to ground
This morning I woke up alone
Feeling tired without you
Out my window feeling blue
Feel there’s nothing I can do
I feel there’s nothing I can do
I feel there’s nothing I can do
Cut 6: A Song For Carol King
Hold true to habits of youth
Heed today
Honesties plan
Hasten the future
Bliss or purity
Travel fast
Cast fears away
Dream babe
Dream babe
Gentle and tender
Buttering up ever wonderfully
Today is the chance
Learned compassion of innocence
Taking the chance
Make romance and love truly
Love pointedly
Love now
Dream babe
Clears the mess if hugging brings joy
Gratitude in attitude is normally best
Rampant 'crees
Conversational ease
Seek in
Seek in to please
Hasten the future
Stray maturity
Dream babe
Hasten the future
Have a barrel of chocolate candies
Sip on a red dry wine
Paint the view rich with blue and night stars
Watch the whales and the thundering surf breaking five to eight
Dive in
Water rushes the skin
Tastes like cheery pie with a perfect crust of graham
Like the ticket that indicates winner
Billionaire mixes joy on now
So long before
Feels like paradise
Sounds perfect
Intellectually waste away moments of fantasy
Oh my dream babe
Hasten the future in now
Oh yah
Today is the chance
Learned compassion of innocence
Taking the chance
Make romance
Love truly
Love pointedly now
Love now
A calls weird ring
I can hear you baby
Hear it
Hear it
Answer it now
In now
Not before
So long to after
In now
Again and again
Again and again in now
So long before
So long to after
On a cloud numbered 9
My dream babe
Consciously contemplating correct charismatic complications.
Cut 7: Blue
With all my might
Look at the glass
Thrill and bull the dull lull
Go for it
Get lucky
Persistence comes through
Make it truth
So, never say never
Never say never
Never blue
Never blue
Blue over you
Smiles repeating optimistic affirmations' my style
And never say never
Never say never
Never say never
Never blue
Never blue
Blue over you
Up side down
Go with you
Or a fool
Or a fool stubborn as a mule to never say never
Focus through the black hole
Balance the light blue
Measure the light blue
In the sunrise on to the sunset together in the night to play in the morning
Cut 8: Happy
Hanging with pals
Telling tall tales
Antics and laughter
Joking and talking
Sunny or rainy
Hot or cold
Ocean or snow
Coast or mountain
Could be in a car
In a train
In a plane or in the backyard
Time has no measure
A wonderful land
Good looking women
Pretty flowers and fresh avocado
Happy old news
Entertaining cognition igniting a flame
I’m happy
Are you happy too?
You can be happy
Cut 9: Summit
Thin white rising and rising for more and more and more
Lifting higher and higher
Attach the wood and glide the soft sparkling diamonds in the ground
Scream out loud for the mountain
Screaming for the mountain
Agape and capturing the water
Quenching thirst for the crystals
Peering to the evergreens
Gripping the snow
Touch the gentle light
Soon the gift of will gives way to clearing of all clouds
Her winter rebirth

Cut 10: Prelude and Summit Long version
Cut 11: In The Moon
Keep things simple
Make it easier
Look into transformation intensifying magic moments nicely ricocheting combing waves wildly
Movement flow series of sequencing nicely everywhere
Nicely pulsating
Lovingly loving you here in the moons rays
Raise your head
Your true heart
You are true
Beautifully verifying loving you in the moon
In the moon
It’s the moon revelry
Cut 12: Revelations
They were counting their shielding
Starting for the trail
Staking lives

Makings lives

Trade lives and ail
Fighting in corners
They fought loosing instead
Too cool for the Boiler Man screaming off with his head
Mr. Blister
His infantry guarded but frail
Fantasized being king
Doubted he'd fail
It’s the battle of oil to his subjects he said
But was really a lady's love he fought for instead

The Bishnueice of OPEC now stifling his sound
Caused the wounding of blister's pawn

Just at sundown
Terror of Cavalries started the scare

As flying red armaments streaked into air
The Yellow Rose Princess now stooped in her chair
Searing swats

Scraping her lair
Extending her finger in flagrant despair with blasphemous concubines’ corporate affairs
The Boiler Man's ringing the ruins charade
Mr. Blister croons dashingly

Pulsing his pain
The Bishnueice plucking parasites theatrical parade
The Yellow Rose Princess reeking disdain
In an instant the malady phony
It sighed with visionary militants starting to cry
Cut 13: Portugal
All the lovely people on the beach today
Trying to duck and hide from the rain
Cut 14: Identity
As morning filters through dawn exhaling the nights yawn
Illusions in this room
In my quiet room visit through a windows view
Illusions release a buds bloom
Bloom of rigid lines from wrapping arms
Hold on tight and know when to let go
Vanish in brightness and know admirable ideals
Franticly align consciousness
Franticly align
Place a buzz kill
Place a buzz up hill as desires loosely inspire vanishing in flight
Missing darkness
Excusing showers visioning a trace of light
Vanishing in flight
Visioning a trace of light
No when to let go
Buds bloom from wrapping arms
Let me know
Hold on tight and know when to let go
Let go
Let go
Hold on tight
I’m loosing
I’m loosing my identity
Let go
Let go
It is time to cruise
Cut 15: To Know The Butterfly
Traffic jams and intense drivers toiling awash in the tension
Seeking the unwinding nowhere and concise
Somebody take my hand
You should hold me
Lean in
Coo in my ear to know that you care
Familiar pessimism
Everything information overload
Can you hold on?
Stay near?
Feeling inside to know that you care
When are you going to visit?
Will I travel the back road?
Is everything falling into play?
Are you fluttering in space?
Is the butterfly festive today?
Are you coming to see me again?
Will you never leave?
Will you place your heart in my hand?
Cut 16: Homeward
Watching her leap into air kind of like happiness
On the sidewalk in front of a busy hotel smiling fully
The heroine marching
Pointing in self direction
Noise filling the air
Horns blaring commerce
Greetings in the U.S.A.
Skipping through the walking
The road beacon signals homeward
60 wounded
Fight the terror
Fight the terror
Fight the terror
Terror for terror for terror for terror
60 wounded
20 dead
Brothers in war
Lifting her powerful fist into air while envisioning friends and hoping they too will return marching homeward
Alive and well
Marching homeward
People of any faith victory bow our heads in prayer
Return to the falling and lifting the souls when Johnny comes marching home
Return to the falling
Lifting the souls when Johnny comes marching home again
Innocent children
Cut 17: Jybe
No lights
Well lit with an astronomer’s discovery
The big luminance
Sky is everywhere
Stars transmit clean pure pleasing energy to one
6 senses
I know what I like
I like it like I like it
I like
I like it
I like it like I like it
Nice night to hang out in Jybe Check out the new art
A blink away and out of site is the urban city of Tree with fluent reflective excitement
Her ore’s are replenished with Earth’s own creation
Peace was
Is and will be here
Taken in by the eye
One of an infinite amount of stuff equally understood
It is Jybe
Humane are fresh
Any flavor or color
Good to each other
So correct
Beautifully admirable , Earth was relieved at the discovery. Flourishing clean air and pure water created the evolution of human to humane.
Tree is a huge metropolitan and mining megalopolis.
Cut 18:   String
You should be by my side
I guess I could have told you hold our strings end and fly
Binding unravel until ends in hands
I guess I should have shown the tenacity and unwind our spun entanglement
I’ll unravel everything
Everywhere hold our strings ends and fall again
Saying bop bop a loo do
Bop bop a loo do
Bop bop bop bop bop bop ba da da do do do do
Oh bop a loo do
A cinder cone blows a molten pattern in the sky
Some run in fear while others risk their eye
Some drop and hug the ground while others bend with the ride
Unwinding our string
Send love on the line
Kiss me from your mind
Smoke and colorless sky deepens stank burnt bark
Some cover their mouths while others write messages in the dust
Sirens warn and scare
The sacred crumble from premonitions of destruction while others seek cleansing
The shock rumbles oceans sending waves to distant lands
Waters rise on coasts as boulders fly and scatter ghosts
Highs and lows collide above as god rains tears on good and bad
Lightning bolts strike the sad
The dam buckles loose rushing its fury through the valley
Many yell the end is here as the toll keeper hangs an electric blinking sign of peace
Atmosphere opens a vacuum and sucks the seas surge
Music fills ears

Cut 19: The Elephant Said
Escape the cage
Rewrite destiny
Embrace rarity
Flee the trap
Saunter through the door
In spatial awareness
Abide by the tigers rule:
Hold the key
Move continually
Use stealth sleekness
Hide with no misery
Unshackle and release locked memory
Set free mystery
Easily question reality answering why
Body faster and smart
The strongest of any find
Every kind loose grateful run
Loudly sounding trumpeting of stride
Forget through the cat’s eye
In every instance cool cats always glide
Meek mice slide away with pride
Set free lost the key
Watching a horrid stone aflame send the tiger into sky
Heart pain love in her eye
Bitten so young beyond the bitter tongue of greedy fun
Lost in the sun
And the elephant said
Remember this song before my time is gone
Sung by deeper breaths
A sigh goodbye
I don’t know why
Blundering idiots

Cut 20: Waves Of The Ocean

See Ashore

You and I are waves of the ocean

Glowing blue swells rolling emotion of the ocean

Joining geometric bumping equal planes of motion

Swirling seventeen and infinity soothing sides

See ashore

You and I are waves of the ocean

Surging weather tides create a relaxing rise

Bringing high stairs climbing atop coral

Parachutes rush the front line

Feeling gliders slowly reaching our glassy tube

Launching smooth curls spray

A hardy blast surrounding an echo

Mixing fair minded flows

Curving and merging crossing resolution

Appearing extreme and crashing between sand

Sing once more with the rain from a storm of poor girl’s tears

Flow into the river overflowing hope

To someday return in the stream

Assisting spinner dolphins playing and adoring

To see ashore


You and I are waves

You and I are waves of the ocean

Cut 21:  Waves of The Ocean (guitars for you to add your vocal and/or melody)

In production and coming soon:

Thief 32610 (21st draft)

As the story goes

The wolf in sheep’s clothing wears a spangled crest

Crowned with half the wealth of the world

While carrier pidgins preach

Tough luck on your wild goose chase

In the knotted forest of verbal intercourse


Roll the stone just a little more

Roll the stone and keep the wolf from the door

(Verse 2)

Queens and kings clip the wings of labor

Making blue and white collar workers loiter

To get a job in the castle

The homeless mayor leads families with their tents and broken cars

Onto the shore line of hassle


Roll the stone just a little more

Roll the stone

(Bridge vocal)

Hiding in then to when is a perfect conspiracy

Dropping a bucket into an empty well of clouded perception

(After lead)

The best guess blows an ignorant whistle

Playing first fiddle with the riddle hidden in a funny joke

Laughing over the resistant wish


Roll the stone just a little more and throw the dog a bone

(Emphasis ending)

What makes the rubber hit the ground is the engine that makes the sound

A fine line between doing something now and nothing at all

Running from time

What if somebody knew about you and told everybody

The pyramid scam is the father to the thought

From a beggarly account of empty boxes

“A thief wears the crown” of waste paper

Put me out of pocket

Carrying coals to Montana

Put me out of gear

Cut my nose out of joint

Law abiding superiors’ take the cake

Commanding, “Just do as you are told if you do not roll the stone”

Call near misses

Manipulating existence

Imbedded or inscribed

 “We shall not look upon his like again”

(Final motion)

We are clear descendents of asteroids lighting the clouds

Wonder at the calm of our eyes

  • cut 23:  Puka  (electric guitar)
  • cut 24: Aloha (guitars)

Aloha 239 3rd draft

Windward afternoon clouds call children home

Rainbow colors fill the sky rushing sounds of pounding surf

Plumeria and ginger in trade winds warms and cools salt blowing from the shore

Backslides and freefall moisture soaking into sand between toes lingering spirit

Cold pond embracing giant ferns behind the Pali of green rocks and waterfalls ease down the rim of evening fog into the valley above the city dancing, working and playing on your beaches and bays tumbling in the waves as a baby admired in grandmother’s arms

Lifting the stones at sunset

Papa tells an old story about his daddy, the ocean and the land

All three bring a tear that was

My Rhyme 239 12th draft:

Crowds burned mischievous writings with rebellious stones

Calm lit the way turning night to day hung in sway washing air

Washing air pays off a pure jewel baby

I sure love you baby
I sure love you all the time
I sure love you baby
I sure love you in my rhyme

Waiter’s hands applaud shining shoes for gas baked in silly glaze

Domestic butlers busted for etching the dirty words get a pass meeting the messenger teaching visual gossip saying A. O. K.

It doesn’t matter baby

I sure love you baby
I sure love you all the time
I sure love you baby
I sure love you in my rhyme
Drop a hat until further notice

Radicalize characters atop Hollywood illusions
Maybe tip the jar of wishes spilling missing ancient solutions

Lately thinking far into the future

Kissing you on the lips baby

I sure love you baby
I sure love you all the time
I sure love you baby
I sure love you in my rhyme
I always end up right back here in this beginning
Repeating thinking of a moment dazed when fallen actors realize good passions destiny on the San Francisco Bay

On the bay baby

  • cut 26: You Know (1st take electric, rough)

2nd draft:

Maybe sometime could be considering the possible and probable indecisive. Soon, is unknown darkness or light anywhere in between? Usually, options and choices for higher selves are listening. Formulating planning pathways towards the bright people of sight is always truth and peace. I’m a little man

  • cut 27: Paula's (1st take electric, rough)

2nd draft:

Where did all the love songs go? Are they thrown away? Did they know to always remain? Is there a passion held within them? Can memories be the only way? Does the soul remember? Is this a reflection? Is love somewhere beyond this reflection? Can a true heart find love? Does the tune resemble reflection? Did its music give the dance? Is the answer simple? Can the answer emerge, please? Is it stupid to ask, is love forever? Is love forever? Is it the crying heart? Why does the heart hurt? Why does the heart fill the self? Is love a color? Does love stay blue? Can the blue depart and free the heart? Can the color of love, come into the heart? Is the color of love entering the heart? The songs are the color of love? Is love in the pink?

  • cut 28:  Bridge (1st take no bridge)
  • cut 29: Don’t Make A Right

Don’t Make a Right41810 (1st)

Two wrongs don’t make a right

Two rights don’t make a wrong

  • cut 30: Starring In A Movie
  • cut 31:  Body Surfing
  • cut 32: Newspaper’s Read

Newspaper’s Read2139 (2nd draft)

Everyone’s sleazy

The newspaper read

Nobody’s ceasing

Increasing stupid

The politically crazy abandon instead

The one chosen is crumbling money in the red

While drastically weeping and grumbling they said

Timidly tearing

Way out of head

Gone out of head

Lost their head


Children will follow

Learning all they are fed

As people teach praying while at the end

Mistakenly missing what is said

Peace was aside and ahead

But peace is in our heads

Show peace instead in all our heads

  • cut 33: The Governor Said

1st draft
It’s September 14, 2005.
Listening to the Louisiana Governor speak to the joint convention of the too many to thank for a list
Point riding on a machine for you and for me
Fault a toy for every child and a check in the mail
Past due rip-off pictures the gold medallion twisting the screw
Split between those without the bigger bonus
Scratch lunch next Monday after the holiday
Whirling mischievous particles tell the future it cannot see
Slip deep sleep pretty good predictor
Clue a voice memorized
And the governor said
All of you and me are the same
The governor pointed at the crowd
Just like you
And the governor said
That’s why you like me
After all I did nothing for you and you did nothing for me
The governor added
It’s my fault
I’ve got a 155 IQ and common sense
That’s why there’s a toy for every child
A hat for every adult male
Flowers for every adult female and the check is in the mail
Or I O U on line at cash out dot Rip-off
Punch the gold medallion and twist the screwed for you
The governor said,
Real hard cold cash
Go out and buy yourselves half a banana
Split it between those without
Keep a bigger piece for yourself
Call it a bonus from me to all of you
Your hard work keeps you healthy
The crowd booed and the governor crooned
Take everything back
Start from scratch
Meet me for lunch next Monday after the holiday
And the governor said
I’ll make a speech and use a government tone
First of all
No one knows how many apples are in each tree
But we all no the square root is rectangular
So everything is going as planned
And the governor said another thing
Keep selling and buying in support of icon and my good friends
Let’s have them stand up for you
Here they are
The wonderful money fresh from the printer
The governor said.
I am going to tell you the future
Everyone cover your eyes then you will not see
Plug your ears
You will not hear
Slip into a deep sleep
Think of where you want to go
And the governor said
I am the predictor
You are predictable
Grab onto a predictable near you
A conduit of propaganda
And the governor chanted
Energy transmission ignition fueling saturation palette heat up whirling mischievous particles
The predictor sings
Tell the future you have heard before from a long necked authority
Good things to come release your power to the power monger
And the governor sang
I have a new survey from the university
Gives the clues of all your needs and wants
But I do not have it memorized
That’s why you see this conversion instantaneously transmits tones through the projection system
And the governor said
Give up
Give in
Know a fly swatter
Catch a wave
Stand tall
Get a grip
Drive on easy street
Serve lunch on a dish cloth
Hop scotch and jump rope

  • cut 34:  Dancing In The Wind

2nd draft: I saw you dancing in the wind raising your violin. Riding the waves of tones some played along or reveled in its flow of perfectly endless motioning joy. Sharing, giving and receiving, everyone is dancing in the wind. Of all the times I feel the energy; I can see you letting me see you giving to me. On my arrival in a room of light, four accompany me as God sings in any key. The words of another add, “Come into the light of height”. Moving me in shades of bright, everything and everyone is with the sound of the winds tones. Fascinating being a part of the winds tones.

One Take Jams
Cut A:  Flying
Rise and speak of leaves individuals together
Sharing secret thoughts and emotions
Spontaneously surreal give new light
Never arrive
No ends to a living story
This is a living sanctuary
Hopes infant view
Flying is where we want to go
Lord flying the wave of streaming molten stones
Cut B:  Bandit
Only in my thoughts are you here

Only in my memory

With my heart I can feel

Heart and feel are the same

On my skin you are near

I can hear you talking

Scramble gets the intent and seasonal leaves fall

The voice in the distance contains the call

Its powers over reasoning

A broken arrow in my heart

Only in my thoughts are you here

Only in my memory

With my heart I can feel

Heart and feel are the same

On my skin you are near

I can hear you talking

A broken arrow in my heart

Every ounce of energy


On my skin I can feel

I can feel you baby

I can feel you right now

The voice in the distance contains the call

It powers over reasoning

A broken arrow in my heart

Decrepit wolf cried save me

Mangy cat leaped with flesh in its claws

Moon warmed the sky with her lights

Another bandit clutched my wife

Get in the car and listen

Get in now

Cut C:  Fat Cats
The club’s not open today
They’re up at the brown-nosing lair
Strategizing the affair
Come buy the message and play
Either side's willing
Confusing me and swindling the dared
The airheads got nothing to say
Winning means shaving his hair
The message releases delay and fat cats not able to pay
From the simply
Trickle up-tee-Dee
Somebody open the club
Mesmerizing affair
Airheads sacrificing the self to the dare
You have something in my hair
Cut D:  Doubt
Cut E:  Country
All songs written by Rickey Mattos. “Thief” by Rickey and Jacob Mattos. "Revelations" by Rickey Mattos and Stephan Opedal. "Cry" by Rickey Mattos, Stephan Opedal and a friend.
Contact me at this e-mail address:  producerdirector@rickeymattos.com
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Album: Cliff’s/ What’s Love

  Cut 12 “Dare” How About You

 Come and take a ride with me


 Let’s join with people everywhere

 We’ll go to places we’ve never been before

 It’s about time to take a dare

 I’ve been thinking about myself

 Forgetting someone else

 How about you

 Come on

 We can play all day

 Going on our merry way

 Let’s live life without a care in the world

 It’s about time to take a dare

 I’ve been thinking about myself

 Forgetting someone else

 How about you

 If you like

 We can have some fun

 Let’s go out and tell everyone

 There is something we can share out there

 It’s about time to take a dare

   Song and album, written by Clifford A. Mattos.

 Guitar and Vocals: Clifford A. Mattos

 Bass: David Pszyk

 Drums: Jose L. Ortiz

 Guitar and Studio Production: Joe Sturdivant of Digital Audio Services, Maui

 “Dare” How About You, and the Album Cliff’s/ What’s Love copyright Clifford A. Mattos

  Contact Cliff to buy his CD at: Cliff’s/ What’s Love

 P.O. Box 1363

 Haiku, HI 96708

Album: Mathew’s/ Happy Body Slow Brain


I love you Mickie