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Suburban Car Wreck
words & music: Matt Burt
©2006 matt’songs BMI 2007
I don’t want to see you come the dawn, pack up your bags and move along. I’ve had enough of your lies today.
You broke all your promises wrecks on the highway, Mid-western ice storm. I’ve made up my mind. Just go away!
You lie when there’s no one there
Your acquaintance with the truth is pretty spare
I should’ve noticed all the bodies piled in your yard
You never swore an oath that you kept, like collared masochistic pets. You played them like the Marquis De Sade’s cats.
You never knew what the truth was, black was white and red was green. You’d do and say just anything you pleased.
chorus
bridge:
I sat with my heart on my sleeve and now it’s
in pieces, I can’t believe. You slapped my hand
away when I was down.
I’m wiser to your pain I’ve learned how you play your silly games.
I’ll clean my wounds, close and lock up your door.
Your party’s over and done, open the draperies let in some sun.
Air out my life, thank God you’ve gone away!
chorus and out
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| Lyric Credits: |
Matt Burt |
| Music Credits: |
Matt Burt |
| Producer Credits: |
Matt Burt and Dave Race |
| Label Credits: |
Broken Oak Records |
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Story Behind the Song:
I have been lucky in love and I am grateful. Many people have not and this is what this one is all about. I have an old friend who is in law enforcement and one of his assignments was doing body guard duty on Ollie North during the Iran-Contra hearings. My poor bud had to do an 8-10 hour shift following around this right -wing domestic mercenary. One of the things he told us about the experience was that North never told the truth or the same story to anyone! He would lie to people about what he had for lunch. The story got me thinking, what would it be like to be in a relationship with someone like this. I went for the relief the character felt knowing that he just wouldn’t be lied to anymore.
Lyrically, I think this is one of my best songs. I really like how the sentences in the verses wrap around into the following melody line. I’m also fond of the “Marquis” line. The original tracks had me playing a nice Stax wah-wah guitar part that gave the song a little more of a Memphis edge. There were some problems with the intital recording and I wasn’t around in Texas to re-record the part. What’s left is Gene Cothran’s beautiful piano part. Working with Gene was just great. During the BlackAzul studio sessions we always laughed that Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell was a black tuxedo song and that this one was a powder blue tux. George Wheeler always liked that the sound of the song was so contrary to the lyric. I’d like to think that this song is a bit like, Every Breath You Take and The One I Love, in that, on first listen you think this is a very sweet song and then with time you see how terrible this man (I just realized that this song is non-gender specific) or woman was.
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| Song Length: |
3:47 |
| Primary Genre: |
Pop-Rock |
| Secondary Genre: |
Folk-Contemporary |
| Tempo / Feel: |
Medium (111 - 130) |
| Lead Vocal: |
Male Vocal |
| Language: |
English |
| Era: |
2000 and later |
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