Matthew Winters

Matthew Winters

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Described by the Spokesman Review in Spokane, WA as an "indie acoustic rogue" Matthew Winters redefines what an acoustic performance is. With abrasive lyrics set to upbeat guitar riffs, the music makes you sit up and listen with wonder.

Biography

Matthew Winters has been labeled an "indie/acoustic rogue."

It's been said that he has "more balls than a bowling alley."

It's been said that if Alkaline Trio and Conor Oberst had a child it would be Matthew Winters.

Let it be said here that Winters has been and always will be his own entity.

Rooted in the dregs of Spokane, WA, Winters has had short stints in bands ranging from metal to hardcore to political, Propagandhi-esque punk rock, even a bit of hip hop. All the while he wrote and maintained his own emotions on the sidelines.

These emotions eventually surfaced and boiled over into demos and CD's that are collectively known as The Piss Sessions.

Winters' latest effort, appropriately titled ...Under Your Skin Like Splinters (2007) has been a giant leap from his folky roots.

Veering from the abrasive, anti-click track, solely acoustic sound that has acted as the groundwork for all his music, Winters employed a drummer for ...Under Your Skin. He layered and added other instruments to the record, thusly defining his style with more sound and a cleaner, more produced tone.

For the fans that remember him for his drunken, campfire like stage presence, ...Under Your Skin Like Splinters was something of a mindfuck.

However, still flying solo with just his guitar, Winters has been able to maintain the original feel of the songs that he wrote alone, tipsy, and in the dark. Winters' style appeals to both sides of the tracks.

Lyrics

THe Drunk Hounds

Written By: Matthew Winters

I'm sifting through cigarette butts with Sondre Lerche humming in the background.
I'm reading some dirty poetry that's deemed "noteworthy" by the drunk hounds
who live nose-deep in their coffee mugs.
(then dream their mindless dreams.. they're mindless.)
I'm sucking up all the fumes of our battered scene and I'm addicted...
now,
to failure.
(The drug that's way too readily available.)
And I live nose-deep in my drink.
(Then dream my mindless dreams... I'm mindless.)
I can't seem so unlikely to make fun of those just like me.
That's my blood spilled on canvas.
That's my crowd IN THIS..... IN THIS!
Now I'm sifting through all the books full of shit I wrote and I'm sticking by every word whether they were true or not.
I live nose-deep in my drink.
(Then dream my mindless dreams.)
I'm sucking up all the tears that got me here.
I'll keep them biding time in a jar with my piss until I live nose-deep in that drink.
The dogs will move.
They'll feast on anything they can find, but nothing can satiate their hunger for something new...

That Year

Written By: Matthew Winters

That year that went by when my teeth almost cracked
from grinding at night in the sleep that I lacked.
I put myself down all the time in my mind,
but when I was up all the lies were defined... yeah.

Some introspect, some touch, and some see.
But nobody lives it. Especially me... yeah..

I knew from the first that the style was fake making joke after joke after joke.
I'd lie and I'd lie and I'd lie until I believed everything thing that I tried.

You'd say, "Brag about what you know and lie about what you don't."

That year.
That year.

I can't say I wasted a minute around you.
Just when I remember that night that I found you
pushing your face in his face.
It disgusts me!
You lied and you lied and you lied.
You lied and you lied and you lied.

Does that mean I'm expendable?
Does that mean I'm expendable?

That year.
That year.

That year that went by in a frightening haze when I'd disappear and be missing for days.
When my number was lost by friend after friend.
When my body was sick and I wished it would end.

You'd say, "Brag about what you know and lie about what you don't."

Does it mean I'm expendable that I'm careless in my pursuits?
Does it mean I'm not bendable that I'm the only person here that knows
his roots?

Does it mean I'm expendable?
Does it mean I'm expendable?
Does it mean I'm expendable?
Does it mean I'm expendable?

A Note To Autumn

Written By: Matthew Winters

Underneath the pine trees with an effervescent glide I quickly dashed across the yard to shove my knife into his side.
His breath cut short.
My hand upon his mouth.
My blade between his ribs.
His life cut short. My foot upon his neck.
Not with out some effort as I wished for no confusion I struck myself upon the head to cause a slight contusion.
My game would be to blame the slain of shameless battery.
I acted out in self defense. He was attacking me.
His breath cut short. My hand upon his mouth. My blade between his ribs.
I drained his precious red into the grass that night.
OH! That night!
Underneath the pine trees with an effervescent glide I quickly dashed across the yard to shove my knife into his side.
And I giggled while he cried.
I divulge the deed in confidence and Autumn you'd do well to keep this all within unless you pray union in Hell.

Discography

...Under Your Skin Like Splinters (2007)

The Six Track (2006)

The Piss Sessions (2005)