Matthew Squires

Matthew Squires

 Austin, Texas, USA
BandPopSinger/Songwriter

Matthew Squires has been warmly recognized by many different critics. He'll die, they'll die. You'll die, too!

Biography

Matthew Squires is a singer-songwriter based in Austin, Texas.  Since 2012, he has released 6 critically acclaimed albums and several accompanying music videos.  With his distinctive vocal style and penetrating lyrics, Squires has carved out a unique niche for himself within the realm of indie pop, creating an idiosyncratic sound which manages to touch the heart and mind in equal measure.


His work has garnered praise from many notable blogs and magazines, including Steregum, Consequence of Sound, The Needle Drop, Brooklyn Vegan, USA Today, Performer Magazine, Largehearted Boy, Surviving The Golden Age, Magnet Magazine, and many more.


On January 20th, Squires released his latest album, Tambaleo.  Debuting at #40 on the CMJ College Radio Charts, Tambaleo has been heralded by critics, and has been called, among other things, a "masterpiece," and his "most fully realized work to date."  


Squires is currently playing shows in and around his hometown of Austin, honing the new material which will comprise his yet to be titled next album.

Lyrics

The Arcade

Written By: Matthew Squires and the Learning Disorders

I want to be a father some day. I want to see my child get wisped away in the heat of a love he can't contain. And I hope he enjoys the fruits this earth has laid.

I want to be a grandfather some day. I want to look back at this life I made and laugh at the way my plans had changed. I hope that whenever I die I don't forget to pray.

I'll say:
"Thank you Universe for the good you gave. I never really thought I would see this day. Now I return to from where I came. I am tired like a kid headed home from the arcade."

Dry River

Written By: Matthew Squires and the Learning Disorders

You were a camera that never went blind. You studied yourself. Yes... You studied yourself.

I was a photogenic silent type. I relied on myself. You could say I lied to myself.

We formed a river that had to run dry. We bathed in each other than we drained each other.

They formed a jury, examined the facts. They honored themselves. Yeah, they honored themselves.

I was a lawyer with a venomous tongue. I lied to myself-Shit.. I mean... I relied on myself!

And you were the witness I called to the stand. You only recall what you couldn't understand.

And there was a time when my mind was not
as crowded with doubts

No- it was consumed with you and your mouth and your smile and that way you would gossip.

You were a beautiful myth.

But now it's real and I can feel the effects on Non-action.

You were a beautiful Myth

You were a beautiful Myth but I let go of all Myths.

Just said, "Goodbye to all myths!"

You were a Beautiful myth

The Heretical Physics

Written By: Matthew Squires and the Learning Disorders

Sometimes I wonder if the stars were born
with the singular intention of lighting up your face.
...ah, well. It makes a lot more sense when I'm
staring into your eyes
and I know in my gut that its true.
Or its at least a theory worth holding on to.

Sometimes I remember this friend that died.
He had a knack for telling jokes
that would make you feel alive
in the midst of a world that seemed to want you dead.
Well God himself must have gasped
at all the ways this kid could get you to laugh.

Think I hear him now and he's singing:

"Do you like yourself?"
"Well, I''m trying my best."

"Do you like yourself?"
"Well enough I guess."

"Do you like yourself?"
"Oh, Oh... OH! Yes."

Sometimes I feel the corners of my mouth
turning upwards on their own like they're reaching for the moon.
And then I'm on my knees with all this water in my eyes
And I thank my lucky stars that I'm here.
And I thank my lucky stars that you're near.

Sometimes I wonder if those stars were born
with that singular intention of lighting up your face.
...ah, well. that makes a lot more sense when I'm
staring into your eyes
and I know in my gut that its true.
Or at least it's a theory worth holding on to.

"Do you like yourself?"
"Well, I''m trying my best."

"Do you like yourself?"
"Well enough I guess."

"Do you like yourself?
"Oh, Oh... OH! Yes!"

Your Mind Is Fine

Written By: Matthew Squires and the Learning Disorders

Where were you right before you were born?
Where were you in this elegant storm?
Were you trying to find your way home?
Were you tying, I hope you're finding you were never alone.

Haven't you heard the glorious news?
Haven't you heard you've got nothing to lose.
Just stop trying to find you way home.
Stop trying, you may be finding you were never alone.

No matter where you turn, well there you are.

I know your mind is fine. That's just not the point.
I know your mind is fine, but how's your heart?

Where were you when your father returned?
Where were you when that bridge was un-burned?
Were you trying to find your way home?
Were you trying,I hope you're finding you were never alone.

Hope you do what your momma had said
on the night that she laid you to bed.
"When you are dying, do not be afraid."
"When you are dying, just remember my name."
"And when I'm dying, I will do the same"

No matter where we turn, well there we are

I know your mind is fine, that's just not the point.
I know your mind is fine, but how's your heart?

(Not Quite) Cannon in D

Written By: Matthew Squires and the Learning Disorders

Is this birth or is it death?
It's somewhere in between.
I love the way our bodies
know just what they what they need.

So take this air in slowly,
let it linger in your lungs
as we rest upon the planet
as it dances with the sun.

Just take my hand, I'll guide you
through these corridors of doubt.
My arms are reaching inwards
as your mind is branching out.

Lett's dream of a child's laughter
when we feel we can't go on.
There's no burden that's so heavy
it can't be lifted with a song.

Rivers of Salt

Written By: Matthew Squires

I gave myself a talking to
I made myself just follow through.
I tried.

I gave myself to you,
And you?
You gave yourself to me.

How beautifully controlled
How beautifully

Control yourself and read straight through,
you'll never find an answer through
your doubt.

I cleaned my mind for you.
And you?
You cleaned your mind for me.

How beautifully we danced
How beautifully

You danced the whole god damn night through
I watched this while I worshiped you,
I cried.

I shed a tear for you.
And you?
You shed a tear for me.

How beautifully we wept.
How beautifully

We wept, we wept, 'til we made ourselves rivers of salt
I'm trying my best to not say it's my fault.
I will give you the things that I promised
when I was still sober, when you were still honest.

And I am not dying to live, I'm living to die.
I gave aging backwards a terrible try,
now I'm rolling real fast right over the hill.
If the past is behind me, than why do I feel
the things that I felt when I was just 22?
So many memories that belong to you,
like tattoos they will linger and will not remove
I am tired of watching a life I once knew.

I'm tired....

Meaningless Hatred

Written By: Matthew Squires

I don't know who I am but I have put that to rest. I hear they call that 'growing up'. I don't know where you are but I am heading out west. I hope to god that you're showing up like a sun with its warm and all-embracing arms, and I don't care if I'm giving up by ridding my heart of this meaningless hatred. It's like drinking a cup filled with poison and hoping that somebody else will die.

Haven't you seen a child when he falls down? He gets himself up, dusts himself off and he's gone.

"Ooooh"--that's the sound of a child who has lost his way.

I don't know who I am but I have put that to rest. I hear they call that 'growing up'. I don't know where you are but I am heading out west. I hope to god that you're showing up.

Tiny Soldiers

Written By: Matthew Squires

You and I could never stick to our plans.
I've never seen a thing that could
anyway.

I turned to putty right inside of your hands.
You made me feel I was starting over,
what a shame

That the children could not laugh like us
We made them look like tiny soldiers
with all the plans we made.

Who am I to try and force commands?
I've never seen a thing that could,
anyway.

I'd rather reach straight down and touch this land
there's nothing wrong with getting gounded,
I have found

That there's a child in each one of us,
we're dressing up like tiny soldiers
with all the plans we fake.

I'm tired of pretending like my mind is full
when it's not.
I'm tired of pretending like
I was born with my arms crossed

I'm tired of pretending like my back is bent
when I'm up straight
I'm tired of pretending like
I was born with my arm's crossed

I'm tired of pretending like my heart can't thaw,
when it ain't cold
I'm tired of pretending like
I was born with my arm's crossed.

Deer Song

Written By: Matthew Squires

We've been afraid of our minds for years, I think it's time that we let it all go. We've been drawing inside the lines for years, I think it's time that we let them all go.

Do you think you'll look the way you do when you die?
Or do you think you'll even think the way you do when you die?

Well I don't know myself but I will in time. 'Cause I don't know myself but I will in time.

We spent our days just hiding away, I think it's time that we let it all show. And we damned the river that brought us here, I think it's time that we let it all flow.

Now, do you think we'll fight the way we did when we die? Or do you think we'll even think the way we did when we die?

I don't know myself but I will in time. Yeah, I don't know myself but I will in time.

I have been searching for years for something to bring me to tears. For something so fine in its form and design that it leaves me standing firm like a deer.

Echo

Written By: Matthew Squires

I hope you know this song is not about you.
It's not about the time you undressed me with your eyes
and it's not about your lips,
or the ways in which your hips
elucidate the wisdom of your thighs.

I hope you know this song goes on forever.
It is not merely the procession of these notes.
No, the depth from which it springs,
it is the source of everything.
My method is to do as I am told.

And so it is I am an echo,
I am a vessel of your truth.
Here it is, I am an echo.
One voice torn in two.
I am a memory of you.

I hope you know this song is all I've got left.
It is that final thread which is tying down my mind
and if you hear it snap
it will be followed by a laugh.
You can not really lose what you could never find.

I hope you know this song is not completed.
It is not gliding down some track to its bitter end.
No, the movements of the times
and the way the stars aligned
were not plotted in advance like some silly trend.

And yet here it is, I am an echo,
I am a vessel of some truth.
Here it is, I am an echo.
One voice torn in two.
I am a memory of you.

I wanted you to know that I am thankful
for all the ways you've been so kind.
You always gave me what I asked for,
even when what I asked for was just a waste of time.

It was a waste of time.

I wasted so much time.