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From the Mixed Up Files of Mr. Matthew T. Schindler, Volume 5

by Faux Jean

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A Note to self-destruct What sells itself? I don't know, you talkin' 'bout the good stuff? You talkin' 'bout L-O-V-E? That's not really my scene man I'm not really into funk I'm more of a folk singer My genre, it's more like folk singing, it's like talking more... Life is free but the rules are kind of funny (sometimes there are harmonies) Don't have to work but you've got to have money (sometimes my voice sounds kind of weird and I do this like, um...) Some say we came from apes, others say we´re made from clay (kinda like robot voice thing?) mudslinging monkeys hating to the grave (have I? no...) History has a taint a note to self to suffer Fiction has love to sell, to sell itself Science has her fiction and fantasy which has fate and love which sells itself So what's not to love?
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I see your bird has flown How does it feel to be alone In a jail of your own fashioning With reason for the walls And despair for the ceiling? I lived in pissed off city For a long, long time The landlords they are greedy And the bums don't take no dimes In pissed off city Most the girls are pretty Most the boys are nice We can walk on water here When it turns to ice At least we got a family To justify the line "The scene is so incestuous" I hear that all the time In pissed off city Get yourself some money Find yourself a wife Escape from pissed off city to, uh The countryside We've all got our dreams And most of them are pipe Pass that over to the left And yes, I'll have some more wine In pissed off city I'll freeze there with the sinners For everything I've done 'Cause in pissed off city You gotta do what you can to have some fun Fun?
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Walking home Veritably strutting Walking home You’ve got it going on Your crew stays on point Your shit is on point Walking home Hands in pockets Veritably strutting.
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Instrumental vibes.
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If it's in your nature . . . (lotta mumbling on this one)
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Do you want to know? All there is to know? Are you seeking enlightenment? Are you seeking yourself there? Turn on the light Let in some light Wont you draw the shades And open up our eyes Open your heart and turn away Open your heart today You're sitting in the dark
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...And these polar bears Don't overdose on common sense 'Cause fear of death drives most, hence Eternal war, religion, cops and pros, and liquor stores. I want eyes that cry like yours I want my own ajar glass doors The wider world eludes me And sometimes, me, I's elides ease (E's?) I's elides, Yeah, I gotta work And now there's these animals And people are saying they're cannibals, Talking 'bout the polar bears Talking 'bout the polar bears Talking 'bout the polar bears And people are saying they're cannibals... And these polar bears Polar bears And they don't care They're polar bears Yeah, we're the ones that are cannibals Don't overdose on common sense 'Cause fear of death drives most, hence Don't overdose on common sense 'Cause fear of death drives most, hence Don't overdose Don't overdose Don't overdose Don't!
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Well I drank myself drunk I was out all night and I didn't get to sleep till a quarter to five Well I'm lyin' in bed and the phone it rings I said Let it ring let it ring let it ring let it ring oh yeah Let it ring let it ring let it ring let it ring Let it ring let it ring let it ring let it go Whoooop! Well I thought I'd smoke a cigarette, And here comes her godamned cat, Let me smoke, babe, get away from me, I said Get away get away get away get away oh yeah Get away get away get away get away Get away get away get away Get away get away get away get away Get away get away get away Get it on Whoooop! Well there I am I'm lyin' in bed And I ain't seen the sun since a quarter a ten And it started to rain and it ain't a waste I said Didn't mind it all when the clouds rolled in Let it rain let it rain Let it rain let it rain, uh-huh Let it rain let it rain Let it rain let it rain Let it rain let it rain Let it rain let it rain all day Let it rain! Whoooop!
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Grinder to his Dad in a soft aside said Dad, ahh, Dad? Turn it off, no turn it on . . . Flower in her hair, named for the self-same that was there was Dahlia
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She died not knowing that her life it was going to live forever in my mind I'm alright knowing she's kowtowing to the party line of Cicero away Well she lived in a jail and one of her own fashioning with walls of reason despair for a ceiling though her logic seemed so fuzzy I reckon I get it now for she never pulled a trigger without thinking about it first No she never pulled a trigger Without at least thinking it was kowtowing she's kowtowing she's kowtowing she's kowtowing to the party line of Cicero (or was it Cato and Zeno) la la la she'll live forever in my mind I suppose Though the urge dear, was too great, to bring it all full circle and I know the feather trigger had life left in her way but she never picked it up without at least first thinking No she never pulled a trigger Without at least saying "oh wait, I'm kowtowing I'm kowtowing I'm kowtowing I'm kowtowing"
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Down to the Well lyrics For water we used to go down to the well Now it's down to the corner store, what the hell? Or at a gas station at three in the morn you're coming home from work and your all ripped and torn. I wish we still had time to go to the well Where the water's sweet and spirited as hell And we'll get drunk on the water just fine We'll have a drunk and had a good time at the well At the well we got ourselves in really deep At the well ourselves such a ball Hell, well They don't know what the well can do for you The well can do for me You know the water's pure the water's sweet The water is sweet The water is sweet The water is sweet The water is sweet

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Every Tuesday, Faux Jean wakes up and wades through old cassettes and hard drives and tries to find a song idea to share with the public as part of this album series.

Read along at fauxjean.substack.com

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released June 27, 2023

All songs written and performed by Faux Jean, aka Matty Schindler.

cover photo by Chris Sheehan.

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Faux Jean is singer-songwriter from Duluth Minnesota who currently resides near the border of Mexico. He is kind of a stay- at-home dad slash dilettante coming out of hibernation and releasing music with greater frequency as time speeds up. Faux Jean cut his teeth in the fertile Minneapolis music scene in the early aughts before settling down to family life. He likes to draw and dance and and and!! ... more

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