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Matt and Kim
Matt and Kim


Background information
Origin Brooklyn, New York, U.S.
Genre(s) Indie Rock
Dance-punk
Years active 2004—present
Label(s) Fader Label
Website Website
Members
Matt Johnson
Kim Schifino



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Matt and Kim Album


Matt & Kim (10/26/2006)
10/26/2006
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1,2!
1,2,3,4!
It's a fact printed stained
Burned deep into my brain
It keeps turning in my mind
Like nuts and bolts so long
2!
1,2,3,4!
Hold that pose
Get the feel
Seal the deal
One twist
One tie
I'm closing up a bag of air and wire
2!
1,2,3,4!

Yes! yes!
No no no no!
Yes! yes!
No no no no!
Yes! yes!
No no no! (x2)

Its a fact printed stain
I was just singing in the rain
On a partially cloudy afternoon
You've been called here today
I just sigh and cry hooray
My friends and family
2!
1,2,3,4!

Yes! yes!
No no no no!
Yes! yes!
No no no no!
Yes! yes!
No no no! (x2)

. . .


On a thursday afternoon
I can see the sun and moon
Shadows strobe at 55
Dash after dash
Dash after line

Telephone poles keep the time
A rhythmic metronome of kinds
It's the same beat as this song
And might just last a lifetime long
Where hours can come and go
Where hours can come and go
On end
On

I saw the light
Since dancing in the night
We played boxes like drums
In the car

On a thursday afternoon
When the wind begins to swoon
A sea of birds
Like waves in flight
Dash after dash
'Til out of sight

And I saw the white
Since dancing in the night
We played boxes like drums
In the car

We drove 7 thousand
Months afar
We played boxes like drums
In the car

On a thursday afternoon
I can see the sun and moon
Shadows strobe at 55
Dash after dash
Dash after line

On a thursday afternoon (3xs)
Dash after dash
Dash after line

I saw the white
Since dancing in the night
We played boxes like drums
In the car

. . .


forget your court date
lock me away, the world waits
cuffs cut deep to the bones
we're trying to sleep, we're trying to sleep
I hope these hands, WOAHH-OHH-OHH
can turn back time
I want time to be a game and we're losing this one,
but still i'm sane


yea yeah
yea yeah
yea yeah


you stole tapes and a flashlight
on a summer night from my car
I found something in a lightening storm
with heavy rain and thunder like melted storm, yeah
when everything seems to wash away
I walk here with just two feet on the ground
ground, ground, ground, ground, ground!


yea yeah
yea yeah
yea yeah


lock me up, officer
what a mistake I made
yea yeah, take me away
I say this to myself
close the door on myself
yea yeah, take me away
I found something in a lightening storm
with heavy rain and thunder like melted storm, yeah
when everything seems to wash away
I walk here with just two feet on the ground
ground, no, no, no, no!


yea yeah
yea yeah
yea yeah

. . .


Good as nickles and dirt
Broken drumsticks
And off white sweat stained shirts
Everything you see
Bleach clean and free

8 ft. wide said the map
Rusty wheels on an old 10 speed death trap
East river is right
Bleach black tonight

It's all right with me
It's all right with me
It's all right with me
Mom it's how I choose to be

Map said 8 ft. wide
I swam for miles in the low tide
East river is right
Bleach black tonight

And it's all right with me
And it's all right with me
And it's all right with me
Mom it's how I choose to be
It's all right with me

And it's all right with me
And it's all right with me
And it's all right with me
Mom it's how I choose to be
It's all right with me

. . .


1,2,3,4!
1,2,3,4!

Drop what you're doing and worry about what you're doing while stressing
out about what you've done

Embarassment it reads your face
And things you love leave a bad taste
When waking up at 3

Yesterday was like a stone
Yesterday this felt like home
But not today

Mixed around and blended well
Purified so I can't tell
Which way is down
Way is down
Way is down

In my lifetime
Oooooh
No long years now
Oooooh

Turned on and on
Rip me apart
Let them right
Split at the heart
Of common sense

Life isn't how I pictured it
How one grew up and handled it
When I was a child

And now it's starting to make sense
No more long years now

You said this is your nightmare
And no more long years now

In my lifetime
Oooooh
No long years now
Oooooh

I'd give my lifetime
Oooooh
No long years now
Oooooh

. . .


Fifteen years old picking out the same old clothes
While these posters are wallpaper for those with the same goal
She'll try out on on the day after today
And she dreams of the 5k

The calendar's set stone
Now cracked in half

Dwyer said you look talented to me
Join the team and get up at five with babes in briefs
Candy bars, metals, trophies and stressful days
Still she dreams, dreams of 5k

Dwyer asked, "why did you give up on me?"
"I've got these dreams and no idea what I want to be"
Different place fast turn over has gone away
But still she dreams of 5k

The calendar was set in stone
Now cracked in half but not unknown
Records broke yesterday
If only there was still a 5k

. . .

Grand

[No lyrics]

. . .


She grew up in a house made of porcelain, crystal, glass
Her brother left a year ago
Sister would end a half
Mother is a name at best
And father was a mess
The ingredients were wrong
But dad you saved us all

So now I say
Hey dad I learned this all from you
I must have won this time
Say dad I learned this all from you
I must have won this time
This time

Working late and losing lunch
While waking up and standing out
She never knew this all tasted so good when it was hot
And everything that she saw on TV
And everything that you wanted to be
And hear about in his dreams
So she could go to sleep and have her own

Hey dad, I tried so hard

I say hey dad I learned this all from you
I must have won this time
Say dad I learned this all from you
I must have won this time
This time

. . .


They say, time can tell
but can time say
falling out from under me

and hours turn into weeks
like concrete streets
falling out from under me
falling out from under me

I might grow old someday
but I won't turn pale and gray
dim down the lights

and when my body aches
my bones won't break
falling out from under me
falling out from under me

I might grow old someday
but I won't turn pale and gray
dim down the lights
I'm turning up tonight

I might grow old someday
but I won't turn pale and gray
dim down the lights
I'm turning up tonight

I'm turning up tonight
I'm turning up tonight
I'm turning up tonight
I'm turning up tonight

. . .


I play centerfield for the home team
You might not see me from the nosebleeds
I'll stand up on top of the dugout
And shout out and wave my arms and hold my tongue
'Cause it's not me

I wondered how fast is light speed
Would life itself stay or follow me?

And coach look at me now
Look at me now
And team look at me now
Look at me now
Look at me now

Foul ball deep in centerfield
Ninth inning, two outs
Look at me now
Look at me now
Look at me now
Look at me now

I wondered how fast is light speed
Would life itself stay or follow me?
If I caught that one
Would it be the same?
It's a good thing this is just a game

. . .


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