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Tempo Tantrum

by The Matter

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released December 16, 2016

vocals, bass and synth Mushu Israel
guitars Antal Kert
drums Örs Kozák
extra guitar on "Amy" Joel David Perez Garcia
words Mushu Israel
music Mushu Israel, Antal Kert, Örs Kozák
production András Upor
recording András Upor, Péter Csobánczi and Szabolcs Szűcs www.facebook.com/TrashHillStudios, Bence Brucker www.supersizerecording.com
mixing András Upor and Adam Whittaker
mastering Adam Whittaker www.baldenglish.com
artwork Daniel Micsoda

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The Matter Budapest, Hungary

The Matter is a quartet of simple young men, eloquently yelling about their problems and the Judgement Day.

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Track Name: Get Out
I've got trouble getting through to folks like you.
I've got trouble getting through to folks like you.

Who can't even read the news,
who can't even read the news.
If it's bad for you, then spit it right out.
Say what you want, but not in my house.
Get out! Get out!
Say, what's the use of giving you the truth?
Say, what's the use, of taking chains off you?

Lately, people won't look me in the face.
Lately, people won't look me in the face.

It's a holler and a shame.
It's a holler and a shame.
When the devil's got your home address, and your grandma doesn't know your name.
Get out! Get out!
Say, what's the use of giving you the truth?
Say, what's the use, of taking chains off you?

(And I don't believe it's wrong.)
(No, I don't believe it's true.)
(It don't matter what you do. It don't matter what you do.)

If it's bad for you, then spit it right out.
Say what you want, but not in my house.
Get out! Get out!
Say, what's the use of giving you the truth?
Say, what's the use, of taking chains off you?
Track Name: Marteenah
Martina, what was I thinking when I fell for you?
Because I knew you were someone I just couldn't outdo.
People ask me "Mushu, aren't you afraid it won't last?"
I said "I'd rather risk the future than regret my past."

Martina, beware! He's a wanted man!
He's the salesman of sin, with a 12 year plan!
He'll tear you loose and he'll sell your soul!
And you'll be caring for his children till you're 60 years old!

You'll be caring for his children till you're 60 years old!
You'll be caring for…Martina
Martina, believe me I've repented now.
I've been given to the Lord by a sacred vow. (Hallelujah!)
I'll raise those children like a decent man would.
Yes I've given up my evil. I've given up for good.

I don't believe you but I won't reject.
I've got my own private interests that I'm edging to protect.
You shouldn't have left me all those years ago.
Now you're coming back for more, but I told you so!
Martina, you're something else.
Track Name: Amy
You're gonna be my Amy.
You're gonna put me in the ground.
You're gonna be my Amy
And I'll be running rounds, wishing I'd done better.
You're gonna stick it to me
You're gonna put me in a cast.
You're gonna be my Amy
And I'm not sure this bottle's gonna last.

And all of this time I spent with you,
Amounts to nothing less than peppered tea,
And maybe it's time I looked at you
And found a little heart to humble me?

You're gonna be my Amy.
You're gonna ricochet to Spain.
You're gonna be my Amy
And I'll invade the capital, if you ask me to.
You're gonna get to know me.
You're gonna play the harp in vain.

And all of this time I thought that
You'd be taller than a tower to a train.
And maybe it's me, who shouldn't be
Denying you the right to come again.

You're gonna be my Amy.
You're gonna sell ten picture frames.
And all of this time I spent was
You detecting all the sorrow in my veins.
Track Name: Déjá Vu
Hey, Didn't I see you at the movies?
Not on the seats, but on the screen.
You've got a face I would remember.
You've got the kind of lips that make me feel so keen.
Hey, by the way, it doesn't matter,
I only asked for common curiosity.
But this walk has left me thinking
That there may be more to you and me.

Just like you look like, the people I've seen;
People dancing in my dreams.
I told you I'd stay away,
Now you're haunting me by day.

Hey, didn't I see you at the Pawn Shop,
Trading old memories for gold?
Is this the way you make your living
You're like a merchant, I've been told.
Hey promise me you'll be forgiving.
I never meant to hurt, not anyone, Cherie
But you know of good intentions
And lovely places that they lead.

Just like you look like, the people I've seen;
People dancing in my dreams.
I told you I'd stay away,
Now you're haunting me by -

You look like, the people I've seen;
People dancing in my dreams.
And I told you I'd hold you tight
As we slowly die tonight.
Track Name: Cobra
I'm trying to kill a cobra, but I might get bit.
I wanna get a little loopy without taking a hit.
I wanna go skydiving without getting too high.

Wanna roll with the coals.
Wanna preach rock and soul,
Wanna preach to the world,
I wanna fuck somebody!

I don't take no risk.

I'm trying to kill a cobra, but it's frightening me.
I want to make an omelette without getting
That eggy mess all over my kitchen sink.
I wanna hit a man.
I wanna knock him dead.

Beat his face with my hand,
Till the brother can't stand
Kick his nads, break his wrist
But I'm a pacifist, Lord!

I don't take no risk.

I have become a liar.
I ain't got no choice.
I will become a liar.
Until I ain't got no choice.
But to break these chains and raise my motherfucking voice.
Track Name: Critical
You're not a hypocrite;
You don't come close to what I do.
I'm getting sick of it,
I don't like hanging out with you.

I should have called the police,
The way you rob me of my pride
Father, forever, believe me
I'll spoil the rod, not spare the child
It's getting critical.

You're not a hypocrite;
You take no pride in what you do.
Go on be done with it.
At least we all believe it's true,
You're right to be afraid!
If you're the belly of the beast,
I am a crying in the night,
You're pitiful.
You're getting liberal
It's getting critical.

I'm glad I learned the trick of putting up with you,
You've only gone and yet I dearly miss you.