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Show Do Tell: A Reading Series & Art Review

Show Do Tell: A Reading Series & Art Review

De : Matt Waters
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 Matt Waters is a singer-songwriter from New York City. His songs range from character studies of the contemporary American to intimate explorations of love. A writer of fiction, he attempts to meld the musical and literary realms through detailed lyricism. He has been particularly inspired by the likes of Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen, Billy Corgan, Mike Scott, Isaac Brock, David Bowie, Tupac Shakur, Elliott Smith, Patti Smith, Nicole Atkins, Damien Rice and Bruce Springsteen. As a guitar player he’s influenced by the progressions of John Lennon and George Harrison. The lyrics to his song Aurora were published in the March 2017 issue of American Songwriter Magazine. An essay about being a performance artist called A Moment of Honesty was published in Guernica in May 2016.All rights reserved Musique
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  • Holy Summer Night

    Holy Summer Night
    Mar 4 2026
    Holy Summer Night Somewhere between Lucky & free Off the train And on the scene The trees smile Ominously Forever We shall not be The warm wind sings Deliriously The stars are our shining Canopy Above frenetic Repartee Among unknown and Ambitious company This moment is a memory Oh, holy summer night I stay alive To feel your Plight Betwixt and between Inherited identity Surviving a strange dream Called physical reality Stay awhile With your pitbull smile We have chemistry You & me This sidewalk jewelry Broken bottled cruelty Embedded in the concrete Like a desolation courtesy Guiding us This way and thus Toward all desire’s Fait accompli This moment is a memory Chorus
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    6 min
  • At The National Show (Album Version)

    At The National Show (Album Version)
    Mar 2 2026
    At The National Show A cloudless summer day Got off the wrong stop on the train Before the low-hanging night Was engulfed by rain I was walking through the park And the show decided to start Heard the man singing about soul And I moved nearer to take part Had ventured out solo Instead of staying home A few of my recent dates Were like talking to a stone I swear I felt you there And in my memory I see your hair Hanging off the back of a black raincoat You always say you’d never wear Isn’t it funny? How we almost met before we met That was a world ago At The National show I was so goddamn tired of being alone Aimless empire nights Patrolling shadows beneath the lights Staring into some tinted window Set at an unreachable height I emailed gibberish to my professors Because I was nobody’s successor I just couldn’t bridge that distance between Anonymous and successful It was like I could disappear Without having any there to get back here There was only rock and roll baseball To treat my lancing fear Chorus Strolling with soggy shoes Following the mid-set monsoon I was thinking about The Land of Oz And destined for my quiet bedroom It was only four more months Until I’d feel your touch Previously my love life had been like An EP release where nobody comes It was first the sound of your voice Inviting me into a choice The tone was like smoky cinnamon Incinerating every other noise I’d torn up a lottery ticket Over someone’s rude opinion I’d rather the dignity of a nobody Instead of a paid minion Chorus
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    5 min
  • Verona Revisited (Album Version)

    Verona Revisited (Album Version)
    Feb 28 2026
    Verona Revisited I was thinking about a summer moon I was remembering the bomb in Times Square I was recalling that when I was with you I didn’t really care I was ransoming your promise I was planning out our life I never stopped to ask myself If you wanted to be my wife Bought time With a rhyme Never even tasted Your lips upon mine Swore I was fine Drinking the world But a guy can get tangled When he falls in love with a girl Those days are long ago And the city doesn’t feel the same As when I was brand-new with you Like I never had a name The bench between the avenues The movie theater underground The way you made me go in search Of some divine, secret sound Chorus Would I sound ridiculous? To admit I pictured you with gray hair Was I mistaken when I concluded You never gave a damn Hey, we were young And things get messy Deep down I knew you were Too busy to miss me Chorus Well, what could be more romantic? Two city kids in love? In the first summer of a new decade Through the eyes of a wounded dove In the flashing lights Behind the homeless man in the park The Holy Spirit doesn’t help him Nor does my broken heart
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    7 min
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