Matthew Logan Vasquez
speaker
508 appearances
1 recordings
1 series
first heard Jul 2026
last heard 2 Jul
Matthew Logan Vasquez’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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You say you'd never love another unless they bore your own name Though your kin, they trample on you just the same Oh, I gave my love to a harlot, I'm told In the blackness of a scarecrow you cannot hold Well, I'm red in the blood that I've drained
That I wasted in the rain Well he loves to take your picture And he loves to worship you Well if you can't see it then soon you will
You frequent the same strip club You love to watch the ladies dance You always knew I don't do shit like that And while I was out in Scotland You were out with him And he took your shot and you threw up your limbs Oh, I gave my love to a harlot, I'm told
And the blackness of a scarecrow no one knows And I'm red in the blood that I've drained That I wasted in a rain Oh no
You deserve applause for splitting me in two.
I count you on the list of a mortal few.
And I hope that you are happy.
I could only wish you the best.
For your beauty vacant sitting in the west.
And this may just sound redundant because you've chosen your own fate There was more to you than just some pretty face I will give my love to her all that I will Cause the blackness of a scarecrow you cannot kill Well, I'm red in the blood that I've drained
that I wasted waiting for her rain parallel lines
Parallel lines So in tune with mine It's lifting up my skin As if your teeth were sinking in You're reading all my thoughts
Sharing all my prayers You understand the cost Please do not despair
You are the treasure in the sea You are Venus in repose I'm the vessel that you fill I am your guard and undisclosed You shelter me in mist
Before it had begun You're rising in the east Now I'm flooded by the sun
Parallel lines They got you on the run We never needed signs To know what we'd become You're reading all my thoughts
Try not to stare When you're ready for me You know I will be there
The song's about the neighborhood I live in in Texas called Cedar Oak Mesa in Wimberley.
The song's called Trailer Parker.
All over, it's over I forgot how to live in the city Stopped signs and more like suggestions And all the people fit the same damn description They're all well-armed, Jesus voted Even the hippies are all cocked and loaded Don't need a gun since Frank is my neighbor Rolling up doobies in his 86, let's save him Don't try to tell me that I missed them all So happy in my trailer park
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