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
Rolling
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
Ballerina
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
Rhythm
Melody and harmony
Rhythms sanity encompasses melody
Two or more intuitively
Symmetrically joining with harmony
There are three moving souls of unity
Rhythm
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
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
Down
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
Dream
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
Headlines
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
Ring
Ring
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
Lie
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
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
Soul
Soul
Balance the light blue
Measure the light blue
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
Happy
Sunny or rainy
Hot or cold
Ocean or snow
Coast or mountain
Happy
Happy
Could be in a car
In a train
In a plane or in the backyard
Happy
Happy
Time has no measure
A wonderful land
Good looking women
Pretty flowers and fresh avocado
Happy
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
Hmmm
Agape and capturing the water
Quenching thirst for the crystals
Peering to the evergreens
Gripping the snow
Winter
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
Go
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
Go
Buds bloom from wrapping arms
Let me know
Hold on tight and know when to let go
Let go
Go
Let go
Hold on tight
Go
I’m loosing
I’m loosing my identity
Let go
Identity
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
Homeward
Noise filling the air
Horns blaring commerce
Greetings in the U.S.A.
Skipping through the walking
The road beacon signals homeward
Home
60 wounded
Terror
Fight the terror
Terror
Fight the terror
Terror
Fight the terror
Terror for terror for terror for terror
60 wounded
20 dead
Brothers in war
12/21/04
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
Two
Three
Four
Five
6 senses
Positive
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
Ha
It is Jybe
Humane are fresh
Any flavor or color
Good to each other
So correct
Sweet
Tart
Fruity
Juicy
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
Thunder
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
Wow
Cut 19: The Elephant Said
Escape the cage
Rewrite destiny
Embrace rarity
Flee the trap
History
Saunter through the door
In spatial awareness
Venture
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
Discovery
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
(Chorus)
Roll the stone just a little more
Roll the stone and keep the wolf from the door
(Verse 2)
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
(Chorus)
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
(Chorus)
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
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
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
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
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
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?
Don’t Make a Right41810 (1st)
Two wrongs don’t make a right
Two rights don’t make a wrong
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
(Interlude)
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
1st draft
It’s
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
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
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
Flying
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
Listen
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
Strategizing
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.
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Cut 12 “Dare” How About You
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,
“Dare” How About You, and the Album
Cliff’s/ What’s Love copyright Clifford A. Mattos
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Album: Mathew’s/ Happy Body Slow Brain
I love
you Mickie
Peace