A Slow Death and Loneliness

A Slow Death and Loneliness

BandAmericanaSinger/Songwriter

Biography

A dark, poetic blend of diverse American styles rooted in familiar but unexpected textures. A Slow Death & Loneliness consistently delivers intense and intricate arrangements that give exceptional depth to the hauntingly beautiful lyrics. Influences from Tom Waits and Nick Cave to Johnny Cash and Bill Monroe have lead the band to its own style of honest, American music.

A Slow Death & Loneliness was created in 2007 when bassist Jake Metric joined musical counterparts Matt Haden (singer/songwriter/acoustic guitar/banjo), Matt Werden (electric guitar/resonator), and Luis Cruz (drums/trumpet/piano). The band has established themselves in the unforgiving NYC music scene with an ongoing residency at Banjo Jim’s in the heart of the East Village. Their untitled debut album was released in February 2009, featuring expert local instrumentalists Gerald Menke (pedal steel), Rob Hect (Violin), and J. Granelli (upright bass).

Lyrics

1 Bad Luck

Written By: Matt Haden

Don’t say hey you never know
Don’t say hey you never know
Don’t hold a hope when it’s easy to throw
And don’t say hey you never know

It’s best to give up and let it go
It’s best to give up and let it go
Cause you were never good enough to be in the show
Yea, it’s best to give up and let it go

Don’t go looking for a thrill
Don’t go looking for a thrill
Cause they’ll sell you a bike at the top of the hill
And then they’ll sell off the scrap when at the bottom you spill
It’s just a little bit of warning for you, that’s all

Chalk it all up to bad luck
Chalk it all up to bad luck
Chalk it all up to bad luck
Chalk it all up to bad luck
And don’t let yourself know you ain’t doing enough
And chalk it all up to bad luck
Here’s warning

2 I Could Still Be Someone

Written By: Matt Haden

I want them gone forever so my failure can’t be seen
I want my songs forever lost so they don’t embarrass me
But I can’t rest, I’m not finished yet
I could still be someone

The brightness of my colors is half it used to be
I’m one of all the grey mirages working by the sea
I’m not a big gun
I’m not the perfect son
But I could still be someone

So please don’t wake me
I’m fast asleep
My eyes are open so it must be a dream
And when I wake up
Will I cry?
Could this have been my life?
Or have I died?

The sour truth of life is that the truth is rarely told
The fountain of youth is poison, death is elixir for the soul
And my worst fear is that in sixty years
I could still be someone

4 Baby Blues

Written By: Matt Haden

Since she killed her baby she’s gone and run behind youth
As if she didn’t know the dumpster’s attitude when her soul was proved
The child gulped her guts, his first and final time
As sweet as milk to him I hope
She fucked him hard but she fucked the baby harder
This chance to get her back

A flashing camera circus
They’ve come to pick and pull their share
She acts as though she don’t know what she did was wrong
A high school girl and all
All was well until a skeleton was found outside the Marriott the prom was held
And now she sees the irony when people saw her gown and said, “She’s dressed to kill”

The child gulper her guts his first and final time
As sweet as milk to him I hope

5 Keeping Quiet

Written By: Matt Haden

I’m feeling beat girl
Gagged and bound and half heard
Cause I can’t get a point out
My nerves have got me held down
It must be your face

I’m empty but about to burst
And that relieves me
Cause keeping quiet really hurts

If you’d give my breath back
Take away my scared laugh
You’d hear me
But collapsed lungs fitted with a dried tongue don’t know how to say

I’m empty but about to burst
And that relieves me
Cause keeping quiet really hurts

6 From One to Another

Written By: Matt Haden

I’m waiting for someone…
To cut off my head, staple my legs to the bed
So I can’t move and I can’t see
All I believe in is the inevitable end
And a slow death and loneliness
All I know is today is the closest I’ve ever been to the end of my life
So bring it on god

I’ve grown tired of looking for meaning and purpose in everything
What I do for the world ain’t my worth, I’m my weight in dirt
And that’s it
So from one pile of dirt to another…
Fuck you
And bring it on god
Yea bring it on god

Then I said right back to you what you said back then right to me,
But you don’t believe
You can find hope in the songs and the flight of a dead bird when it sings to you
Can’t you see that I welcome the day that you kill me, so kill me
And bring it on god
Bring it on god.

8 Let Me Go

Written By: Matt Haden

Baby, don’t talk to me unless it’s to my grave
Get down on your knees and run your hands across my name
Baby, don’t talk to me I’ve got nothing to say
Don’t you think you’ve done enough harm for one day

Baby, please just leave me alone
And keep your evil, pretty mouth closed
And let me go

Baby, don’t look at me you know I’m just a tease
Don’t let your big, brown eyes see me as something they can believe
Baby, don’t look at me you know it makes me scared
I hope I never find another girl with your stare

Baby, please just leave me alone
And keep you evil pretty eyes closed
And let me go
Let me go

9 The Truth

Written By: Matt Haden

Watch what you’re all about
And watch what you don’t allow
‘Cause you’ll end up like all of us
As all little piggies must
So don’t complain
‘Cause everyone is really the same
And just deal with it
For it’s the truth

Don’t picture the world without hatred and thorny crowns
‘Cause those thoughts will get you down
We’re frightened and hiding now
And I can’t explain
How everything got so insane
But I deal with it
For it’s the truth

What do you think you’re going to do about it?
What do you think you’re going to change?
When it is too far gone
And there’s no hope left

So sigh loud, and sigh proud
And don’t pay attention to your sense of amendment
And ease your brain
Because regardless the bad will remain
And just deal with it
For it’s the truth

3 It's Always Worse

Written By: Matt Haden

It’s Always Worse

He’s lovely like the gutter and he’s lonely like the street
You spare some change and mutter, “Please get something warm to eat”
He say’s “there’s free food in the trash, but the junk is gonna take some cash”
And however bad you think it hurts it’s always worse

We know the milk tastes sweeter from the barns on other farms
Our hearts grow ever greener like the grass does on each other’s lawns
And with things like this you feel that you’ve been cursed
But however bad you think it hurts it’s always worse

So if you’ve sold your soul and now you’re down to spotted, tattooed skin and bones
You’ve spent up all the gold and black cloaked devils come for what they’re owed
There is one thing of the torture and burn
It’s that however bad you think it’s gonna hurt I’ll bet its worse than you ever thought it’d be

7 Born 100 Years Too Late

Written By: Matt Haden

I was born a hundred years too late
Born a hundred years too late
I’d have fit right in with guns and mustangs

I’d have staked a claim
Found a place to take
And made my home out on the range
And I’d shoot them passers by
Cause it’s my damn view of the sky
I can’t take no chances
Not with me or mine

I was born a hundred years too late
Born a hundred years too late
I’d have fit right in with guns and mustangs

I’d grow my boy up right
Whiskeyed up in a pistol fight
Hunting bears and filling caskets
And I’d love my little girl
She’s the sweetest damn thing in the world
She makes my life feel worth its living

I was born a hundred years too late
Born a hundred years too late
I’d have fit right in with guns and mustangs

Discography

A Slow Death and Loneliness - 2009

Set List

We play any song from our record in addition to 2 unreleased originals. We have added a mini set of acoustic guitar/banjo songs including Clinch Mountain Backstep by Ralph Stanley. We also cover "When the Levee Breaks" by Memphis Minnie/Led Zeppelin