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Matt DeHarp

by Matt DeHarp

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MAN IN BLACK (Matt DeHarp) They call him the man, they call him the man Sometimes they called him a creep, but now they take it back... Don't feel the pain, ain't got no shame Laying under them cold, clean sheets on a long, dark night Watching the paint dry on the wall, Funny there ain't no pain at all... Pretty soon, he should be feeling fine Though the doctors said there weren't much hope This ain't nothing like he'd been told Funny the way things get so clear, Just 'cause you know you're gonna die. They should have left his boots in the corner He might still feel like taking a wander, There's a full moon out the window He's longing for the warmth of a hand The touch of a lover The voice of a friend, But it's late and they all went home. So he's staring long and hard at the ceiling Wondering if, in the end, he could have done better... Memories go by, betrayals and warnings Bits and pieces of songs that he'll never sing Soon, it'll be morning, there won't be no time Anymore To sing: la lalala lalah (etc) They called him the man They called him the man Sometimes they called him a freak But now they take it back... Don't feel the pain, ain't got no shame Laying under them cold, clean sheets on a long, dark night He's feeling down and he's feeling beat The stakes are high but he's playing for keeps now Soon, he'll be letting up, soon he'll be letting go Down to the other side He's gonna let it flow And in every juke joint in the land They'll be singing his songs, ' cause he was the Man... ... In Black. Singin: la lala lalah (etc) They called him the man... They called him the man... *ENd*
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REPROBATE (Matt DeHarp / Two Dollar Bash) This situation's got me flat on my face Searching for grace it's true And after all I could be sweeping the floor, Mopping for more like a fool... Without the people who could show me the way What else could I say, What deed could I do ? I gotta relate to Thee, Is it for you and me... or is it just about you ? (Chorus): I fall on my face yet again It's such a disgrace, let me tell you my friend I'm down on my knees, diggin' the sound of the breeze If you please, well I'll just do it my way ' guess I'm a Reprobate, like you say. - instr. - And ever since the day I've started to rumble I've done more than one tumble in the goo Some have put it down to my fear of success But if I must confess: I ain't got a clue ! I stick to bed until nightfall everyday Then I'm led astray, Done by the Voodoo Of The Brew Then I'll pat my back and scratch my head Shake my coat and dust my dreams And start anew... (Chorus): I fall on my face yet again It's such a disgrace, let me tell you my friend I'm down on my knees, diggin' the sound of the breeze If you please, well I'll just do it my way ' guess I'm a Reprobate, like you say. - instr. - J' essaie pas d' trouver J' me casse plus la tête J' me prends les ennuis dans les mains T'inquiètes pas de pas bronzer Si y'a pas d' soleil La pluie aussi, ça fait du bien... Ça mouille !!!
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PRETTY BOY FLOYD Charles Arthur Floyd was a bandit boy He was an outlaw by trade He came down from Oklahoma It's been 79 years and a day He used to work in town But it didn't pay much And he was too restless a soul He was way too proud a man To spend his life on the payroll So together with a friend he got a wild ambition And tried to change his life On a misty morning, with an old shotgun In 1925 (Chorus) Take me back down to Oklahoma Take me back down (x2) To the years gone by... With Pretty Boy Floyd tonight ... Well, it was his first time, but when Floyd got caught They sent him on down to the pen Four long years in the jailhouse While his wife and kids were eating sand After a year or two, things juts got too tough His lady couldn't hold on no more So, while Charlie cried in the jailhouse, She went out to look for other shores And when Charlie got out, he didn't have a dime Just a big hole in is heart He tried his best to find a job But always ended in a cop car (Chorus) Take me back down to Oklahoma Take me back down (x2) To the years gone by... With Pretty Boy Floyd tonight - instr. - After a little while living a hopeless life Rambling from town to town He bought himself a suit and a brand new gun Did a few banks and tunred his luck around Within a few more years, he'd been all over the place Yeah but the cops were never too far But he always kept one step ahead: Soon, Pretty Boy became a running star... Sayin' : " Send your dogs out after me, I ain't never been scared of a hound !" They shot him down in a cornfield Laid him 6 feet in the ground (Chorus) Take me back down to Oklahoma Take me back down (x2) To the years gone by... With Pretty Boy Floyd tonight. - instr. - outro *end*
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ETRE UN HOMME (Matt DeHarp / Rue Lascar) J'attrape des mots sur la brise pour en faire une chanson Vendu ma plus belle chemise pour acheter ma maison Quémander des prêts, des bails pour acheter à manger Laissé ma voiture en vrille, mais j'peux pas la payer J' réponds pas au téléphone quand on m' appelle J' me fais trop d' mourron pour partir à la fête: (Ch:) J' avais dans l'idée d'être un dur et d'être un homme Elle était bonne, elle était bonne, Elle était bonne, elle était bonne... J' me laisse pousser les cheveux Je joue tout pour le tout J' mise l' argent sur le bleu, C'est le rouge qui sort, surtout Y faudrait que j' me calme Qu' j' apprenne à travailler Mais la vie dans un bagne, Lá, c' est pas trop mon pied J' ai laissé mon avenir à la roulette À qui perd-gagne, et j' en fais qu' à ma tête... (Ch:) J' avais dans l'idée d'être un dur et d'être un homme Elle était bonne, elle était bonne, Elle était bonne, elle était bonne... - instr. - Oh, ouais, ma p' tite chérie Me laisse pas tomber La vie est si jolie Mais tu sais, des fois ça m' ennuie De pas pouvoir compter sur un métier gentil J' suis pas programmateur et j' ai pas l' habitude D' avoir toujours un chef pour m' demander la lune Mon avenir m' appartient et c' est pour ça que ça cloche: Même si j' ai peur de rien, j' ai pas un sou en poche... J'avais p' têt' pas raison d' être un dur et d'être un homme Elle était bonne idée, mais j'en ai pour ma pomme J' me la suis mangée, j' ai voulu faire le fier La vie m' a choppé, m' a rentré par derrière Elle était bonne !
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Page Blanche 04:26
PAGE BLANCHE (Matt DeHarp) Je l'ai poursuivie dans sa voix Je l'ai poursuivie dans ses gestes Chansons passées et petits riens Je voulais toujours qu'elle me reste Mais un jour, au petit matin Je l'ai trouvée dans un tiroir Et moi qui n'y comprenais rien J'ai bien vu ce qu'il y avait à voir (Ch:) Son petit panier Ses petits souliers Sa voix chantant sous les dentelles Elle s'était donnée à un palefrenier Et j'en avais vraiment d' la peine Mais je sais qu'elle en pouvait plus Elle avait jeté tous ses dimanches Et sur le coup, j' m' en suis voulu D' lui avoir rendu page blanche Surpris ainsi et délaissé Par l'amour de ma chère enflure La rage m'a suivi par la main Et je lui saute à la figure Et maintenant qu'il faut m'expliquer Aux yeux de la jurisprudence Oui, j'avoue m'être emmitouflé Dans un destin qu'à pas eu de chance (Ch:) Son petit panier Ses petits souliers Sa voix chantant sous les dentelles Elle s'était donnée à un palefrenier Et j'en avais vraiment d' la peine Mais je sais qu'elle en pouvait plus Elle avait jeté tous ses dimanches Et sur le coup, j' m' en suis voulu D' lui avoir rendu page blanche Messieurs les juges et les jurés Veuillez écouter ma complainte Messieurs, voyez si je l'ai tuée C'est bien avant tout car la crainte M'avait obscurci la raison Ne laissant plus pour lui pourvoir Qu'une basse oeuvre à sa façon Ce qu}on appelle: "broyer du noir". (Chorus) *end*
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TIME FOR YOU (Matt DeHarp / Two Dollar Bash) All along, All along the way Well, I'm feeling fine with you And you're beautiful. I sing my song Hoping that's okay If I'm spending time with you... Now we lay down on the floor (Ch:) And there is time to keep crying out Say you're feeling blue and oh, so sad Time to sing this song Say you're the best thing I've ever had Time to keep and time to roam Treat me right, or turn to stone Time for foolish, time for brave Time to lay down in your grave And there's time for you (x2) Always time, time, time... And you know that I'm not born yesterday Sometimes I feel sad And I'm mad with you Mad at the sun, and I'm mad at the rain Mad at this sweet, sweet life That floats on through There's times out there when I can't face the day I feel so cold inside Are you cold, too? Hold out your hand And let it mark the way Wipe the shadows in the sky It knows more than me or you And there is time... Time... Time to keep and time to roam Treat me right, or turn to stone Time for foolish, time for brave Time to lay down in your grave And there's time for you (x2) Always time, time, time... ... For you. - instr. - *end*
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LA RUSSE IRMA (M. DeHarp) Elle habitait toute seule avec son p'tit bébé Dans un deux-pièces-cuisine Au coeur d'une cité lointaine Moi et mon pote Tony, comme chaque après-midi On était bien assis au Café de Paris Avec un verre On s'est rencontrés Autour d'un café Elle c'était une fille bien Moi, j'étais qu'un vaurien... Elle m'a dit: "Homme ! Soit mon homme, Voit ma bouche, si rouge... Homme ! Emmène-moi...!" (Ch:) Tendre comme une prune, Elle était tellement bonne Mais c'est bien ça le hic: Moi, je ne l'étais pas... Tadada-a, tadada-a, La russe Irma ... J'ai vraiment tout tenté, Des élucubrations jusqu'aux signaux de fumée Oui, mais y'avait rien à faire ! Elle m'a dit: "Dis pas non, Me dis pas qu' tu t'en vas, Prends encore un café Il est seulement 6 heures moins le quart...?!" Elle était si jolie J' voulais qu' elle vive sa vie Elle ne voyait rien Que de creux lendemains... Allez, du nerf, ma douce, Eh, pleure pas donc comme ça ! Tu vas mouiller ta robe, là... Allez, arrête, ça va. - instr. - (Ch:) Tendre comme une prune, Elle était tellement bonne Mais c'est bien ça le hic: Moi, je ne l'étais pas... Tadada-a, tadada-a, La russe Irma, La russe Irma ... La-Russe-Ir-ma !!! *end*
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Nasty Girl 03:36
NASTY GIRL (M. DeHarp) Little nasty girl, Mystery or no You just can't wait upon a star I'm bound to find out who you are, Little nasty girl, One thing that I know I doesn't matter how far you came on the way This situation Has gone on for too long... I'm frozen in the beams, now, baby. It's not my convincing It's just my perception You're not some kind of lean, mean machine But that don't mean you can't set yourself free, girl (Chorus) : True Love Will not come around for you When you ain't ready to remember To make it soft and tender True Love Is not to be found when you Say your mystery is your own Then you better walk alone You nasty girl : - instr. - Little Nasty Girl, I wait around for you Sometimes it seems I've been waiting for too long Little Nasty Girl, I don't know what to do... I guess there's no more easy rhyming out this way That aching feeling, And I know you're so strong I'm fraying at the seams, now baby ! Ride with me here, Through a night like this It's an awkward situation I know there's things, baby, you can't resist... (Chorus) - instr. - end
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SUNSHINE BLUES
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Mysterious 04:19
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Little Mary 03:09
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Mystify Me 03:54
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Tomorrow 03:22
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A compilation of original tracks performed solo or in collaboration with various bands in and around Berlin between 2002 and 2012.

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released November 21, 2012

- tracks # 1, 2, 3, 6 and 12 are copyrights of Two Dollar Bash & Palace Flophouse Publishing (c)2008 / 2012.
- tracks # 4, 7, 11, 16 by Rue Lascar, recorded at Showroom Potsdam by Jörg Zinke, (c)2012.
- tracks # 5, 9, 13, 15 recorded with Before You Die by Ulf Wederbrand at Folkhemmet Studios, Gothenburg (c)2008.
- tracks # 8, 10 and 14 recorded by Chris Lastelle in Berlin (c)2012.

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Matt DeHarp is a wandering frenchman who likes US folk music. Go see him strum his guitar, honk away on his harps and sing you some songs somewhere near you
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Du cajun au Blues, du Swing au Bal-Musette, des chansons caustiques dans des tons acoustiques, entre une clef de sol qui vous attrape au vol et des harmonicas qui font bien la java.
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