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A podcast that puts the listeners in a seat "At The Table" of a New York City play reading. New plays from emerging playwrights are produced as audio dramas featuring Broadway and New York actors. Plus get to know the playwrights as our hosts Rachel and Ned interview them about their work. For more info visit our website: www.chargingmoosemedia.com/atthetablepodcast
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Matt Waters is a singer-songwriter from New York City. His songs range from character studies of the contemporary American to intimate explorations of love. A writer of fiction, he attempts to meld the musical and literary realms through detailed lyricism. He has been particularly inspired by the likes of Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen, Billy Corgan, Mike Scott, Isaac Brock, David Bowie, Tupac Shakur, Elliott Smith, Patti Smith, Nicole Atkins, Damien Rice and Bruce Springsteen. As a guitar player ...
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A touch of the tragicMay be conducive to magicBut it’s a rock in the shoeOf ordinary life Never wanted it to happenOur branch bent before snappingSaw reality as an anomalyAs our little tree struggled in the strife Upon the polished bar-slabRests an old head who can’t pay his tabWhile his pocket chimes, a music boxThe last gift from his wife Well, l…
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What to say Another day Not crashing On the highway To surmise The compromise They’re idea Is somehow mine Salaried saint Ambition quaint Lift the mask Before we faintAM alarm The Knicks held on Against future Kings The worker trods I saw such lovely Colors In your Pictures Wondering If you escaped This shade of gray We earn money For the teenager’…
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My Inner-life’s centered Like a good conspiracyMy back was turned overlong Toward some memory Where I was who they wanted to be Faded photographWrapped in a robe outsideThe churchI wrote these wordsCorporate daddyTold me their worthIt was dignified work Contaminated future bats Hanging in a cave But drink up your idealism And think positive thought…
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A life in a mirrorOf someone’s designWith a fleeting interestIn my own mindNew, improved rulesAssimilated insideGenuflect and prayBefore your mobile deviceThere’s a new boss in townPolarized from the other guyQueens is quiet tonight I hate when bands make me waitFor something I’ve already seenWith survival less guaranteedIt matters less what it all…
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Well, it isn’t much to boast aboutJump the fare Get choked outOur fine metropolis Can be… inelegant Harder to say Without being paid What they take out of me Monday through Friday The bureaucratic arm Can be negligent But one bat of your eyes And baby, I’m sold Out of the lie The teleprompter told Anyone can shout from a rooftop And pretend they ar…
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Life in the empire /The sentries sing at sunrise/ Their Gods are deader / Than the look in their eyes / And I am tethered / To the awaited surprise / The turn in the narrative / The truth in the lies / Where all will make sense / Be at last contextualized / We’re alone in our own reality / Where no one may hide Life in the empire / Culture is a tra…
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Got a word of advice? I’m having the same problem twice Holy places in my mind protect against timeBut they don’t make my answers right Always the same town At dawn, lamp-lit puddles on the groundAn old library on the corner Where the mayor’s daughter Ensures all lost souls are found A fantasy of possibility An antidote to urbanity With enough room…
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ParalyzedAt the crosswalk signAnd it’s telling me to move In this BalkanizedCorporate paradiseConsciousness is a fool On my wayTo a dateWith the anxious apparatusTo plead my caseAnd amend my mistakeOf writing that ending Tragic Do you have an empty feeling?Can you play the part of hope?Was their dream worth believing?When you already had a coat? Sa…
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Never lied to youNever told the truth Only ever suggested Never made it a job I was far too enthralledTo make the connection With one wrinkled face Staring at my lonely place onstage As I hit the right inflection Between desperate and alone Delusional and in the zone Untaught living your lesson Dualistic identity Off-key and heavenly Like a frail b…
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You say Your heart wants things But its really your brain And you say This lyric don’t mean nothing It only rhymes with rainAnd I long For this song to heal To be a beacon upon Your sea of distressIts too late for the truth to be beautiful In a story about neglectChorus:If you feel homesick Even when you’re home That means in a crowded roomYou are …
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You lost your mind in the rainYou kicked the taxi You said we’re absolutely over And you’d never forgive me We never carried umbrellas Your angel wings clapped my head I walked alone to Washington Square Where pigeons pecked crumbs of bread We started when folk was hot Everyone with a beard had a dealWe met at Treehouse You did the robot to Electri…
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Never lied to youNever told the truth Only ever suggested Never made it a job I was far too enthralledTo make the connection With one wrinkled face Staring at my lonely place onstage As I hit the right inflection Between desperate and alone Delusional and in the zone Untaught living your lesson Dualistic identity Off-key and heavenly Like a frail b…
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The night is like a curtain Outside my window It is indifferent to me I’ve worked my entire life To be a winner But losing has a thing for me While my pen wonders when I’ll quit her Only if your words stop singing to me Chorus: It’s a losing battle In a proxy war Toy soldiers lined up On the killing floor Someone dies for their reasonAnother adjust…
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Well, it isn’t much to boast aboutJump the fareGet choked outOur fine metropolisCan be… inelegant Harder to sayWithout being paidWhat they take out of meMonday through FridayThe bureaucratic armCan be negligent But one bat of your eyesAnd baby, I’m soldOut of the lieThe teleprompter toldAnyone can shout from a rooftopAnd pretend they are omniscient…
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Never lied to youNever told the truth Only ever suggested Never made it a job I was far too enthralledTo make the connection With one wrinkled face Staring at my lonely place onstage As I hit the right inflection Between desperate and alone Delusional and in the zone Untaught living your lesson Dualistic identity Off-key and heavenly Frail body und…
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A touch of the tragic May be conducive to magic But it’s a rock in the shoe Of ordinary life Never wanted it to happenOur branch bent before snappingSaw reality as an anomaly As our little tree struggled in the strifeUpon the polished bar-slabRests an old head who can’t pay his tabWhile his pocket chimes, a music boxThe last gift from his wife Well…
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Originally written in 2017, 'Usually' was inspired by a line in one of my unpublished novels. "I usually run," the character said, and this song seemed to blossom all-at-once from a simple consideration of what that line meant to that character. Ultimately the people we love are the people for which we eschew 'usually.'…
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World War Pain My body at the break of dawn Always obeys the first alarm I do what I’m told these days Sometimes I feel I’ll give out The mask gets heavy and I could pass out Finally found a gig that pays Nobody’s involved or wants the job We can’t elect a new god While still hauling biblical names World War pain They teach us to be sane When I tra…
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It always starts with love Before the reality of hate Neon halo over your head Under the fire escape The night’s grown late And our ambition turned to mud The purity of your intention Ending with a sniffed-up drug And your mentor’s a slug Slurping the university She said you getting high’s empowering It sounded like an alibi to me No one is ever fr…
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Another savage night Camouflaged in neon You could use a friend To lean on The stranger inside Is a white-veiled brideSinking in the altar she’s standing onAnd the upside of numbness Is that your conscience Has become Teflon Van Ronk doesn’t live here anymore And the avant garde in the record store Philosophize about being reborn In a time more pur…
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Life in the empire /The sentries sing at sunrise/ Their Gods are deader / Than the sadness in their eyes / And I am tethered / To the awaited surprise / The turn in the narrative / The truth in the lies / Where all will make sense / Be at last contextualized / Alone in their own reality / Where no one may hide Life in the empire / Culture is an old…
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Goodbye Forever Dream Please dream Your vivid dog dreams Chasing the prize Down the hill Securing a kill ‘Tween your teeth Days Cold daysAlone under The burnt-out Sun Undying and unwilling to Stay We can walk eternal An endless jaunt together Find a new face of earth Its never gonna be Goodbye forever But you always knew There was a chance I wouldn…
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A life in a mirror Of someone’s design With a fleeting interestIn my own mind New, improved rules Assimilated inside Genuflect and pray Before your mobile device There’s a new boss in townPolarized from the other guy Queens is quiet tonight I hate when bands make me waitFor something I’ve already seenWith survival less guaranteed It matters less wh…
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Streetlight Oh streetlightUnder starlight Guide me Home tonight Stranded On 1st Avenue And my only way to 8th Is on these old shoes Just passed Beth Israel I’m not convinced I’m completely miserable Bought your EP And there’s a tinfoil pizza In Queens awaiting meThird draft In too deep But when I get homeThe neighborhood’s asleepAnd who needs a lif…
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A Moment or Two Upon your balcony You see me Tender evening’s intimacy Embodies mercy In a servant’s disguise you fleeInto me These sad things Killed our passion with love A quelled candle in a sleeping tombWhere flies one lost dove For a moment or two Our warring families Write no treaties Caressing in summer’s heatDown our dark streetsLovers have…
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Sunday PlanesSunday planes Flying low Through your hair Soft and slow We are alive Let’s take a rideAbsurdity Sing to me There’s still an ambulance Waiting for me Beyond another Dreamt summer And should we part Without a goodbye Know you were more than enoughFor a reason why My faithful skeptic For the rest of it I’ll find the sweetness between Opt…
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The Show Do Tell Reading Series made a one-day return at Governor’s Island for the New York City Poetry Festival. I’m definitely hoping to get the series going again in a more consistent format by 2022 (or before!). But until then this lovely summer day with three extremely talented readers and my amazing fiancé recording the reading will have to d…
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My Inner-life’s centered Like a good conspiracy My back was turned overlong Toward some memory Where I was who they wanted to beFaded photograph Wrapped in a robe outside The church I wrote these words Corporate daddyTold me their worth It was dignified work Contaminated future bats Taking selfies in a cave But drink up your idealism And think posi…
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The Show Do Tell Reading Series and Art review returns with an in-depth review of Bob Dylan's latest album 'Rough and Rowdy Ways.' Matt also sifts through his feelings about his nonexistent personal essay about life during the pandemic, the subliminal appeal of film noir and gangster movies, and the state of the New York Yankees, who resigned vener…
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My new album. ‘When The Saints’ was written during the pandemic. It imagines the inner-lives of citizens of a stopped culture, while also ruminating on the healing power of love.A note on the songs:New York Rain -- Reinvention is always a statement of power. But true identity is more complicated. We live in our contradictions -- the characters in t…
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My new album. ‘When The Saints’ was written during the pandemic. It imagines the inner-lives of citizens of a stopped culture, while also ruminating on the healing power of love.A note on the songs:New York Rain -- Reinvention is always a statement of power. But true identity is more complicated. We live in our contradictions -- the characters in t…
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My new album. ‘When The Saints’ was written during the pandemic. It imagines the inner-lives of citizens of a stopped culture, while also ruminating on the healing power of love.A note on the songs:New York Rain -- Reinvention is always a statement of power. But true identity is more complicated. We live in our contradictions -- the characters in t…
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My new album. ‘When The Saints’ was written during the pandemic. It imagines the inner-lives of citizens of a stopped culture, while also ruminating on the healing power of love.A note on the songs:New York Rain -- Reinvention is always a statement of power. But true identity is more complicated. We live in our contradictions -- the characters in t…
  continue reading
 
My new album. ‘When The Saints’ was written during the pandemic. It imagines the inner-lives of citizens of a stopped culture, while also ruminating on the healing power of love.A note on the songs:New York Rain -- Reinvention is always a statement of power. But true identity is more complicated. We live in our contradictions -- the characters in t…
  continue reading
 
My new album. ‘When The Saints’ was written during the pandemic. It imagines the inner-lives of citizens of a stopped culture, while also ruminating on the healing power of love.A note on the songs:New York Rain -- Reinvention is always a statement of power. But true identity is more complicated. We live in our contradictions -- the characters in t…
  continue reading
 
My new album. ‘When The Saints’ was written during the pandemic. It imagines the inner-lives of citizens of a stopped culture, while also ruminating on the healing power of love.A note on the songs:New York Rain -- Reinvention is always a statement of power. But true identity is more complicated. We live in our contradictions -- the characters in t…
  continue reading
 
My new album. ‘When The Saints’ was written during the pandemic. It imagines the inner-lives of citizens of a stopped culture, while also ruminating on the healing power of love.A note on the songs:New York Rain -- Reinvention is always a statement of power. But true identity is more complicated. We live in our contradictions -- the characters in t…
  continue reading
 
My new album. ‘When The Saints’ was written during the pandemic. It imagines the inner-lives of citizens of a stopped culture, while also ruminating on the healing power of love.A note on the songs:New York Rain -- Reinvention is always a statement of power. But true identity is more complicated. We live in our contradictions -- the characters in t…
  continue reading
 
My new album. ‘When The Saints’ was written during the pandemic. It imagines the inner-lives of citizens of a stopped culture, while also ruminating on the healing power of love.A note on the songs:New York Rain -- Reinvention is always a statement of power. But true identity is more complicated. We live in our contradictions -- the characters in t…
  continue reading
 
My new album. ‘When The Saints’ was written during the pandemic. It imagines the inner-lives of citizens of a stopped culture, while also ruminating on the healing power of love.A note on the songs:New York Rain -- Reinvention is always a statement of power. But true identity is more complicated. We live in our contradictions -- the characters in t…
  continue reading
 
My new album. ‘When The Saints’ was written during the pandemic. It imagines the inner-lives of citizens of a stopped culture, while also ruminating on the healing power of love.A note on the songs:New York Rain -- Reinvention is always a statement of power. But true identity is more complicated. We live in our contradictions -- the characters in t…
  continue reading
 
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