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Night After Night

by Matthew Connor

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1.
this world ain't a place for dreams not for people like you and me i go downtown on a weeknight i comb my hair, i wear something tight couple drinks and i feel alright though i'd rather be home i picture you and you're far away the pressure mounts and the edges fray some things we do for love some things we do for pay night after night it's the same routine life never quite looks the way you dream i never became who i wanted to be this city's no good for a girl like me i write a poem on my lunch break it's something small but that's all it takes i fold it up and i throw it away it's for me alone i picture you, it comes easily it's something small, it's a luxury we'll take a day eventually night after night it's the same routine life never quite looks the way you dream i never became who i wanted to be this city's no good for a girl like me in a filling station parking lot i smashed my phone, i lost the plot and still the alarm at six o'clock and it doesn't stop and it doesn't stop i never became who i wanted to be this city's no good for a girl like me the lights go down and you're on your own the lights go up and you're no one again no one again this world ain't a place for dreams not for people like you and me
2.
it hasn't stopped raining since we landed though the cab is the color of the sun i'm in the back with a bag on my lap and he called shotgun and the lights are sailing down the boulevard and washing up on the shores of some hotel where the bed is made, the bible's in the drawer clean towels and sheets on the top shelf the sky is slipping open as the lot becomes a lake a yawn fogs up the window as the driver taps the brakes it hasn't stopped raining since we landed interpret any way that you please i'm dangling like pearls from the arm of the chair he's on the floor with his chin pressed to his knees and his skin is the color of powder and we ain't movin', so we must be sitting still there's a dull grey light dripping down the walls dead fireflies in jars on the windowsill the room is getting smaller with every breath that we take i'm suddenly despising him, i'm slamming on the brakes and hydroplaning it hasn't stopped raining since we landed and you know when it rains it pours i'm leaning toward the light so it'll catch my face just right he's just watching his shoes dry on the floor and he has to get up to get a drink to make a call, to laugh real loud to sit back down on the other side of the room to concentrate real hard on the TV now i'm lying on the blanket, he doesn't know i'm still awake to say goodnight is to admit a mistake so i listen to the wind, every move that he makes
3.
four o'clock and the sun is shocked against the sides of the buildings and the shielded faces of the crowds the tracks along the highlands a train conductor with tiny hands and miles of fences caked in rust and cloud and me here at a door that i've knocked upon before although every time i swear will be the last i wonder who would think to name a flower scarlet four o'clock although i can't say i've ever seen one and who'd have thought i'd stoop so low in the sweet and fevered glow the sinking sun of scarlet -- four o'clock and the room is dark except the clock on the table though the sun will soon slip around the shade the beggars on the corner the business commuters are not quite yet awake nor is the train that rings through the hall rattles the frames on the wall shakes the bed, disturbs your head as it hurries by and who would think to name a flower scarlet four o'clock although i can't say i've ever seen one and who'd have thought i'd stoop so low in the sweet and fevered glow the sleeping sun of scarlet four o'clock
4.
you know i always dreamed that it would be like this a story you and i would write and seal with a kiss while everyone in town gathered all around to see now the doves have flown, the guests gone home darling, drop your mask, we're all alone your secret is safe with me it gets lonesome in the tower it gets lonesome in the cave darling, you're my superpower darling, you're my daring escape i just knew from the moment that i saw you the moment that i saw you i just knew the wreckage of a battle on the bedroom floor cardboard castles all in tatters, a kingdom no more how easy swept away, rebuilt for one more day, one more fight with the nightlight and the shining moon the shouting in the other room will we sleep through the night it gets lonesome in the tower it gets lonesome in the cave darling, you're my superpower darling, you're my daring escape i just knew from the moment that i saw you the moment that i saw you i just knew i just knew

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released August 26, 2016

All songs written, performed, and produced by Matthew Connor, with assistance from
Beth Holub: viola on "Night After Night"
Bryan Murphy: trumpet and vocals on "Since We Landed"
Kenneth Frank: vocals on "Night After Night" and "Since We Landed"

Mixed by Jeremy Page
Mastered by Jeff Lipton at Peerless Mastering, Boston, MA
Assistant Mastering Engineer: Maria Rice

Cover Photography: Karla Clute
Makeup: Michaela Bosch
Additional Photography: Matthew Connor
Creative Production: Regan Miller, Sarah Noe, Joshua Fraser, Kenneth Frank

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Matthew Connor Boston, Massachusetts

Matthew Connor is a crooner for the 21st century, writing heart-wrenching songs that combine the windswept ideals of classic American balladry with stark depictions of modern-day alienation. The Boston-based Connor has a haunting voice that conjures ghosts of past heartbreaks, and he pairs it with spectral guitars that recall country tearjerkers and alt-pop brooding.

—Maura Johnston
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