Manhattan Murder Mystery

Manhattan Murder Mystery

 Los Angeles, California, USA
BandRockPunk

Manhattan Murder Mystery is the next great rock and roll band. The sound is gritty, the lyrics are heartbreaking, and each show is a cathartic battle royale. Most importantly, beneath it all, you will find the defiant optimism that sits at the core of all great music.

Biography

Manhattan Murder Mystery are an alcohol-powered emotional-nudity machine consisting of Virginian-turned-Angeleno Matthew Teardrop, drummer Laura Velez, bassist Katya Arce, guitarist Todd Mclaughlin, and pianist Mateo. They formed in 2009 and have since developed an onstage intensity that’s undeniably solid, not to mention totally infectious, rowdy and engaging.

The only non-native Angeleno in the group, Matthew Teardrop came to LA from Virginia and met Laura the old fashioned way: craigslist. Between his undeniably truthful songs and his unique personality (somehow both dark and optimistic, reserved and larger-than-life) he soon gathered a devoted group of friends in the Echo Park music scene, with Manhattan Murder Mystery squarely in the middle of it, welcoming everyone on stage along side them to play or dance or sing.

The sound of Manhattan Murder Mystery has been compared to the Smiths, the Replacements, and the Cramps. The songwriting has won comparisons to Warren Zevon, Lou Reed, and Patti Smith. They are inheritors of postpunk who don’t pander to its legacy; they extend it.

Lyrics

Stadium Way

Written By: Matthew Teardrop

? dogs barking at me when I sneak into your house
Climb up the stars to the practice room where I can just pass out
I take the cushions off the couch and I lay your blanket down
I got used to sleeping on the floor cuz I ain't got a bed anymore

And down by the stadium
I wait for you to wake up
So I can get a ride downtown

I spent the afternoon walking around passing applications out
At grocery stores and restaurants and whiskey bars and guitar shops
But nobody ever calls me back I was waiting by the phone
I was waiting in the basement of your house I was down there waiting by myself

And down by the stadium
I wait for you to wake up
So I can get a ride downtown

Well you probably won['t hear much from me when I finally get back on my feet
And I don't need your help anymore and I won't need to sleep on your floor
And I won't write songs anymore I'll just focus on my career
Try to make 30,000 a year and I'll just die when my time is here

And down by the stadium
I wait for you to wake up
So I can get a ride downtown

Sancho

Written By: Matthew Teardrop

Well I hope you sent some thoughts for me
Years from now when you can see
You used to lie in bed with me
Now I don't lie in bed with anybody

Well I hope you save some thoughts for me
When you're drunk and stumbling' down the street
See how many new friends you can meet
You never had no need to refresh me

Well I hope you sent some thoughts for me
When you're up all night snortin' speed
At the Echo Park art galleries
Well they've always been suspicious of me

Well I hope you save some thoughts for me
Cuz you can't even talk to me
Or maybe it's just hard for me to believe
That I'm bad for you and you're bad for me

I've Got A Hole In My Head

Written By: Matthew Teardrop

I've got a hole in my head
I've got a hole in my head
And everything I know just fell right out of it

I've got a hole in my head
I've got a hole in my head
And everyone I know just sailed right out of it

I've got a hole in my head
I've got a hole in my head
And everyone I know just fell right out of it

I've got a hole in my heart
I've got a hole in my heart
?

I've got a hole in my head
I've got a hole in my head
I've got a hole in my head

Honda Prius

Written By: Matthew Teardrop

Honda Prius
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Well I've got three brothers, they're younger than me
And they've all got good jobs and they got families
And if I had some money I'd spend it on things
Like a sandwich to eat and some whiskey to drink

Well I got a beer belly and I got crooked teeth
Like God wanted to give me my parents worst genes
And I just can't imagine someone marrying me
Getting some kind of pleasure from this flabby physique

Well you've got your Honda Prius and your HD TV
You've got cash in your pocket and a college degree
Well I flunked out of high school and university
Now I'm finally starting to feel the effects

I make minimum wage and I get no respect
But I got a guitar that I can't hardly play
I write songs about things that I feel everyday
I write songs about things that I felt in my past
Like my mother my brother my dog and my dad

It's the only thing that keeps me from going crazy
Going out in the street and shooting somebody

I Always Think About Dyin'

Written By: Matthew Teardrop

Your parents locked you in the closet
they wanted you to be quiet
they thought that you were possessed

I always think about dying

The cop shined his flashlight on you
he asked what the hell is wrong with you
you hadn't spoken in so long
you almost forgot how to talk

I always think about dying

I need somebody
to fix my life
There were some nights

I always think about dying

Discography

Skull (2010)
Merry Christmas, Wesley Willis (2010)
Manhattan Murder Mystery (2011)
Women House (2011)