matt tarka

Vision Hazy

Matt Tarka Album Artwork
  1. Vision Hazy
  2. Midnight Sun
  3. Time Travels
  4. Selling Roses

Lyrics

Midnight Sun

Tonight there’s something in the air I just can’t see it anywhere
Well the midnight sun will shine as I tip my glass of wine and pay my taxicab fare

The mockingbird unfolds its wings She’s always looking for better things
Flying to another state, things I just cannot relate
The mockingbird unfolds her wings

Lingering in the corridor Are snakes that slither on the floor
Baseball player in his prime, patience steady in due time and all they do is ask for more

Making plans to follow through I didn’t know that it was you
Talk to me and I’ll come clean, will refuse to intervene Were but one of very few

Living in an open field Time won’t sit and stay congealed
Waiting on a sign from God, will she break up her facade I’ll cast my trusty rod and
reel

Caught a fish it was a bass Beginners luck there on the grass
Swallowed whole the bait and hood, life she led an open book Ginger, Basil,
Sassafras

Tonight there’s something in the air I just can’t see it anywhere
Well the midnight sun will shine as I tip my glass of wine and pay my taxicab fare

Well the midnight sun will shine, as I tip my glass of wine And pay my taxicab fare

Vision Hazy

Sneaking out your bedroom window – breeze is blowing mighty fair
Sneaking out your bedroom window, seems the coast is crystal clear
Prop your feet up and relax, know you gave your level best
Prop your feet up and relax offer more than you suggest

It was the turn of a century, hope you know what you meant to me
When all the houses of your friends burned down to the stone
With vision hazy

Do they even remember when the town packed up to leave?
Do they even remember if the threads had a common weave?

Would they even know what is right or wrong
Is there room to grow where you belong somewhere you could even stand tall

Melting in the sun we laughed in technicolor
It had just begun with a mural of Jim Morrison there painted on the rocks

I chose the road that led to this
I chose the road I could’ve easily missed
I chose the road that led to this
I chose the road I could’ve easily missed

With vision hazy

Time Travels

Time travels on now an X marks the spot of somewhere new to call your home
Do remember there’s a lid for every pot take all the time you need to roam

Time travels on, though you know em by sight their mind seems to be elsewhere
Do remember while some vanish in the night they’ll keep on clawing at the edge of
your chair

Chorus:

Will you tell me what went wrong before you go?
Will you tell me what went wrong, right before you know?
Will you tell me what went wrong as I’m trying to be strong
Will you tell me what went wrong before you go?

Time travels on, now an X marks the spot of wherever you want to call home
Do remember there’s a lid for every pot, even when you feel alone

Chorus:

Will you tell me what went wrong before you go?
Will you tell me what went wrong, right before you know?
Will you tell me what went wrong as I’m trying to be strong
Will you tell me what went wrong before you go?

Time travels on, there’s a sprinkler on the lawn the leaves you wet behind the ears
Scattered thoughts and shaky words presented by an auctioneer

Raise your hand, keep your cool
Close your mouth like you’re in school
Raise your hand keep your cool
Close your mouth, play by their rules Just make sure your numbers high

Time travels on, now an X marks the spot of wherever you want to call home
Do remember there’s a lid for every pot, even when you feel alone

Chorus:

Will you tell me what went wrong before you go?
Will you tell me what went wrong, right before you know?
Will you tell me what went wrong as I’m trying to be strong
Will you tell me what went wrong before you go?

Selling Roses

Cigarettes and concrete beware of the bones
It’s a shame that what went down, you’ll never know
Listen to a wild imagination run in beige, let the laughter show your age

Here we’re selling roses off a highway in the rain

A decision made to keep as a kite twists in the wind
Sunlight will hide these busy, crooked streets
Time is here to call the shots and separate the haves, from the have nots
And the stripes from all the spots

Instead we’re selling roses from the highway in the rain

Appreciate the gesture, fingers crossed behind your back
Believe it should be taken all in stride
Put away the mirror, there’s no easy way out of here alive, unless you join a hive

Rather be selling roses from…a highway in the rain