Guilty
     Matthew Ryan, "May Day", 1997
     --words and music by Matthew Ryan

from "The Farrago Sessions", 2006, LineLevel Music


Here comes the razor of doubt,
 here comes the falling out
Here comes the wave and the turn,
 here comes the crash and the burn
And here comes I'm sick of crying,
 here comes man I quit trying
Here comes I hate you and I'm giving back all that you gave to me

Here comes the baited hook,
 here comes the bones you shook
Here comes the dread and denial,
 here's where you've been all the while
And here comes I'm sick of groveling,
 here comes that's all that ever happens
Here comes I hate you and I'm giving back all that you gave to me

Cause lately I'm dreaming of angels and cranes
In some kind of purgatory dodging CIA
A head full of sweat, waving black flags
To throw out the bodies, cut down on the drag
Take 'em to a desert, to a dried up well
Tell 'em they're in heaven and mutter, welcome to hell

	I've been guilty, guilty;
	I've been guilty, guilty
	 of all these things,
	 all these things, all these things, mmmm, now

Here comes the razor of doubt,
 here comes the falling out
Here comes the wave and the turn,
 here comes the crash and the burn
And here comes I'm sick of groveling,
 here comes that's all that ever happens
Here comes I hate you and I'm burning all that you gave to me

Cause lately I'm dreaming of angels and cranes
In some kind of purgatory dodging CIA
A head full of sweat, waving black flags
To throw out the bodies, cut down on the drag
And take 'em to a desert, into a dried up well
Tell 'em they're in heaven and mutter, welcome to hell

	I've been guilty, guilty;
	I've been guilty, guilty
	 of all these things,
	 all these things, all these things, all, all

I need someone to save me
I need someone to save me
I need someone to save me
I need someone to save me
I need someone to save me
I need someone to save me
I need someone to tell me everything'll be alright, alright

It'll be alright, it'll be all right
Things'll be alright, alright
Gonna be alright, gonna alright, alright, alright, alright








GUILTY
(MATTHEW RYAN)

IN LATE 1996  A LITERARY AGENT ASKED ME TO
WRITE A SCREENPLAY FOR A ROCK N' ROLL MOVIE BASED
AROUND A THREAD SHE FOUND RUNNING THROUGH A
NUMBER OF MY TUNES. IT SOUNDED LIKE AN INTERESTING
CHALLENGE SO OFF I WENT. THE RESULT WAS
ENTITLED "GLIDERS" AND, FOR WHATEVER REASON, I
NAMED THE MAIN CHARACTER MATTHEW RYAN.

I GAVE THE FINISHED COPY TO A FEW FRIENDS FOR
SOME CONSTRUCTIVE FEEDBACK AND SOON AFTER
THAT ONE OF THEM, WHO LIVES IN NEW YORK CITY,
CALLED ME BACK AND SAID, "HEY, DUDE, YOUR MAIN
CHARACTER IS PLAYING AT THIS LITTLE CLUB IN THE
VILLAGE TOMORROW NIGHT".  SAY WHAT?

WELL, IT TURNS OUT THERE ACTUALLY WAS A GUY
OUT THERE GIGGING NAMED MATTHEW RYAN SO I FELT
A CERTAIN KARMIC OBLIGATION TO CHECK HIM OUT.
THIS WAS THE FIRST TUNE ON HIS 1997 DEBUT ALBUM
MAY DAY   AND, IT JUST BLEW ME AWAY! THREE OR
FOUR CHORDS AND A CLOUD OF VENOMOUS DUST!









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