“HELIOS JIVE GOES TO IRELAND” EPISODE 5. PART 1 from Matthew F. Smith on Vimeo.

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“HELIOS JIVE GOES TO IRELAND” EPISODE 2. from Matthew F. Smith on Vimeo.

last nite my friend doran played in los angeles.

he was amazing.

“The Icarus Suite” by Doran
CD Release Show
The Mint
Los Angeles, CA
8.12.08

for the past few years i have had the tremendous honor of collaborating with an amazing band. their funky sound will make you shake your rounds and lemme tell ya the jive don’t mess around. to see them live is a multi-media experience that is taking off for all the world to see. HELIOS JIVE baby! HELIOS JIVE!

please enjoy!

“HELIOS JIVE GOES TO IRELAND” EPISODE 1. from Matthew F. Smith on Vimeo.

well you photoshopped me out of the picture
and you took me off your friends list too
you don’t reply to any messages i send
emails and texts don’t mean a thing to you

and it’s the summertime
and it’s sunny outside
but i ain’t feelin too sunny inside

and i stay up late
and sleep-in even later

when did i become such a post-modern hater?

hasty faces fleeting on an endless screen
that flickers frequently in the darkness of the night
and time passes on with each click of the mouse
which rings across the silence of an empty house

but i won’t leave it this way
you know it really ain’t that bad
i still got my smile and a notebook full of songs
and we’ll keep moving on playing all these silly games

like the wink of an eye
or the kiss on a cheek
the way you move your hips
makes my knees go weak

“HOME OF THE MIRACULOUS” from Matthew F. Smith on Vimeo.

oil, emails, IM’s and texts
videos and bandwidth
floods and chemistry
it’s 5am again
and i still miss you

“And do you feel scared - I do
But I won’t stop and falter
And if we threw it all away
Things can only get better.”

the waiter brought matzo ball soup with rice
and an order of potato pancakes with sour cream and apple sauce.
i had my notebook and a copy of truffaut’s “the films in my life.”
he was talking about chaplin.

“Perhaps the greatest artists are those who would simultaneously resolve their own problems and those of the public.”

i wrote a poem and ate my soup.

i was crying with the clouds
i was singing with rain
i was feeling lots of things
that i could not explain
broken hearts fill up
to spill up and grow up
experience matures
and ripens with age
for the players and the played
indeed on a stage
people are strange
and like the weather
they change
i’ve seen the beauty
reflected in tears
and the spirit of the earth
has cleansed all my fears
there’s a new wave rising
coming forth to carry me home
where i want to be
pick me up and turn me round
this must be the place