Matt Terronez

FEAR OF FALLING

There’s something I feel about you, makes me hesitate to come on strong. I’m so uncertain when I’m here around you. It isn’t like me to wait so long.

It should be easy to show my feelings.  But I’m disarmed by your honesty. No, I can’t reason with my senses reeling. The more I look, the less I see.

It’s my fear of falling that clouds my eyes and ears. When I hear you calling I play so cavalier. It’s my fear of falling.

It’s not hard to see that I’m part of a crowd, of so many trying and so few allowed. But oh, how you move me, you’ll never know, I can’t tell you so. It’s my fear of falling.

EYES OF A CHILD

Can you admit that we know nothin 'bout living in somebody else’s shoes? How we gonna stop the fight and fussing, lose our selves to find our something new?

Have we been sold a fiction history where the victors write the truth they need to see? When it’s clear that what we live is not a victory, but just a harsh reality.

But what if I spied, through my little eye, the World through the eyes of a child?Simple and free, I wanna see the World through the eyes of a child. Sisters and brothers, no others, through the eyes of a child.

Can we admit that we know nothing about what it’s like to live another’s life? Can we commit to learning something; paint outside the lines and try?

TELL ME A STORY

Though I’m grown I still recall what I knew when I was small. Dreams are simply what we do so we may know what must come true.

I had a dream that you were here (lyin’ beside me). Something you whispered in my ear (to remind me). Of what every child knows, making-believe can make it so.

Tell me a story, make it a fairy tale. Start it with once upon a time. Tell me a story, bound in our love affair. End it where you say you’ll be mine.

Though I’m grown I still recall. What I knew when I was small. Dreams are simply what we do, so we may know what must come true.

I want this dream to never end (lying beside you). So, like a child I pretend (to remind you). To remember how it feels, making-believe to make it real.

So, tell me a story make it a fairy tale. Start it with once upon a time. Tell me a story bound in our love affair. Make it a happy ending. There’s no harm pretending. End it where you say you’ll be mine.

TRUE LOVE

I feed the fire, I fan the flame, rising off you as you sigh my name. I feel your heart right next to mine. I could stay here till the end of time. We paint a picture of true love. We make the music of true love.

Through all the lows through all the thrills,  we write the pages as the story fills. And still your hand’s right next to mine. I could stay here till the end of time. We paint a picture of true love. We make the music of true love.

 AND THEN THE PHONE RINGS

Every night, a memory, a wish upon a star.  I see your pillow empty and I wonder where you are. In my imagination I still believe you care. I reach to touch your face and find that you’re not there. The sound-a thunder, I’m such a fool.  I start to wonder what your doin’.

And then the phone rings. I’m frightened by the sound, but I can’t leave it down. And then the phone rings. I want to let it go, but I just have to know.

Late at night a melody, a song that never fades. Where I can still remember all the promises you made. In my imagination I still can feel you near. I reach to touch your face and find that you’re not here. The sound-a thunder, I’m such a fool. I start to wonder what your doin’. 

And then the phone rings. I’m frightened by the sound, but I can’t leave it down. And then the phone rings. I want to let it go, but I just have to know.

 COUGARS IN THE ATTIC

She’s a little girl with an eye for trouble. In her adobe abode, caldrons steam and caldrons bubble. She lives life like a snake in the road. Paints her days in sand and azure, hanging her heart on the wall. Lives her nights in pain and pleasure. Who’d have thought I’d ever fall?

She’s got cougars in the attic. The lion’s at her door. Bats in her belfry yet here I am asking for more, ohhhh.

Drive to Santa Fe in her ancient Chevy, breakfast of rice and beans.  Her smile is light, but her past is heavy. I act like I haven’t seen. Waiting out the sun like a vampire, it’s a game that we play every day. Walking through life like an act on a tight wire. Who’d have thought I’d ever play

She’s got cougars in the attic. Her Garden’s overgrown. Half a load shy and yet still more than I’ve ever known, ohhhh.

Albuquerque looms like a deer in the headlights. Stars glaring too as we steam up. the car. Parked on the mesa we put off our goodnights, put off our fears and the smell of the bar. Try to fill her heart but she’s way too empty, as wild and dry as the desert she draws. Soon she’ll be painting her pictures without me. Who’d have thought I’d ever cause her the…

Cougars in the attic, the lions at her door. Bats in her belfry yet here I am asking for more. She’s got cougars in the attic. Her garden’s overgrown. Half a load shy and yet still more than I’ve ever known, ohhhh.

Like Picasso Used To Do

You painted us in white. Waking from a dream. Waiting for the light. But you never said the words. No matter what I heard.

 So, Color me pieces, color me blue and gray. Color me oceans, painted on a rainy day. Color me broken, palette of white and blue. Color me pieces, like Picasso used to do.

You painted us in red. Like petals from a rose laid across our bed. But you never said the words. No matter what I heard.

So, Color me pieces, faded and far away.  Color me memories, save them for a rainy day. Color me broken, shattered, and lost from view. Color me pieces, like Picasso used to do.

 TOO MUCH TV

All I can see, this cabin fever’s killin’ me. My February fears find me every year, tuning in and tuning out.

Too much TV. I long to see the columbine and feel a gentle breeze, blowin’ through this heart of mine, to clear away the seeds of doubt.

I haven’t been out of my robe for days. I’ve been Nick’n my nights away. Caught in this cathode ray. “Father Knows Best” and I know why. Then it was so black and white. But it ain’t so clear tonight. I just can’t make it right. No, it ain’t so clear tonight.

Too much TV. I never see the warning signs, or hear the siren’s call, to anything at all, but tuning in and tuning out.

TV dinners and “Happy Days”, I’ve been Nick’n my nights away, caught in this cathode ray. “That Girl’s” got it and I know why. Then it was so black and white.  But it ain’t so clear tonight. I just can’t see the light . No, it ain’t so clear tonight.

 BLACKBIRD

Lennon/McCartney

Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly. All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these sunken eyes and learn to see. All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to be free.

Blackbird fly. Blackbird fly into the light of the cold black night. Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly. All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise.

MOOD SWING

I’m havin’ a mood swing. Hoverin’ halfway in between. Half’a the whole thing, wondering why I’m so serene. Caught in a mood swing, stuck in the middle here with you. Burns like a bee sting, wonderin’ what I gotta do.

To get you alone and make you my own and give you my heart and soul. To tear us apart and take back my heart and put it together whole.