the matter with me

by Ben Hunsberger

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released December 25, 2003

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layer fresh melodies with full-bodied undertones.
fold in a little nature and politics.
season with angst, humor, and a pinch of sarcasm.
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Track Name: end of the day
Words and music by Ben Hunsberger
June, 2003
© 2003 Welcome Farm Music

If we could just find a way
To freeze a moment in time
I’d pick a day when you and I would laugh
For hours at a time.
And when we parted our ways
The memory faded from mind
I’d hold that frozen teardrop in the sun
And taste its salt one more time.

Hey baby, one of these days
We’re going to have to find that place in our hearts
Just maybe then we can capture the spark
And play like open-eyed children after dark
At the end of the day.

I remember the days
We played capture the flag
Running through the warmest summer nights
With nothing on our backs
And when it started to rain
Look for places to hide
Drinking water straight from the sky
Until the stars cleared the night.

Hey, baby, one of these days
We’re going to have to find that place in our hearts
And just maybe then we can capture the spark
And play like open-eyed children after dark
At the end of the day…

I remember the way
You used to look in my eyes
You found a place where no one else could go
Something deep inside.
And we had nothing to say
No more secrets to hide
Nothing left to keep our lives apart
Where the fire never dies.

Hey, baby, one of these days
We’re going to have to find that place in our hearts
And just maybe then we can capture the spark
And play like open-eyed children after dark
At the end of the day…
Track Name: passion for insecurity
Words and music by Ben Hunsberger
June, 2003
© 2003 Welcome Farm Music

Samples from Franklin D. Roosevelt's first inaugural address, 1933.

We tapped all our wires
Reloaded all our guns
Fingerprints on record
Now it’s time to have some fun…
But the hair’s standing up on my neck
Sending chills over me
Keep your hands above the table…
I’ve got a passion for insecurity.

We know what’s you've been eating
Cause it’s broadcast on tv
Know what you’ve been reading
Bleeding hearts and wounded knees…
Take a good look in the mirror
Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee
When push comes to run…
Passion for insecurity.

Don’t look now, my friend
That man wants a piece of me
He’s a mean, ugly hombre
Don’t be fooled by the shades – he can see
If you know what’s good for you
Head for the nearest E-X-I-T
Let’s hope he can’t spell…
I’ve got a passion for insecurity.
Track Name: stay with me
Words and music by Ben Hunsberger
January, 2003
© 2003 Welcome Farm Music

Sing your song in the dark
Words fall like sleet
On a cold and empty street.
Turn your collar to the wind
To the lonely within
And you follow your shadow home.

When you need a place to go
There’s no light around the bend
There’s a weight upon your heart
And the cold world has nothing to lend
Stay with me, I’ll stay with a friend.

Sing your song with your heart
Though it’s broken and pained
Love is not always kind.
Room empty and stark
All that finds you is her voice, her eyes,
Love is not always blind.

When you need a place to go
There’s no light around the bend
There’s a weight upon your heart
And the cold world has nothing to lend
Stay with me, I’ll stay with a friend.

Sing your song in the dark
Words fall like sleet
On a cold and empty street.
Turn your collar to the wind
To the lonely within
And you follow your shadow home.

You need a place to go
There’s no light around the bend
There’s a weight upon your heart
And the cold world has nothing to lend
Stay with me, I’ll stay with a friend.
Track Name: just enough light
Words and music by Ben Hunsberger
January, 2003
© 2003 Welcome Farm Music

In the sun
Where you stood when you were young
It was simple to be true.
But that day has come and gone
And the setting of the sun
Casts a shadow over you.

Darkness is gathering around you
Foundations tremble at your feet.
All those demons that surround you
Cloak their intentions very well and drum the beat
And the red runs into blue,
As you struggle to find just enough light to see.

How could it be
With the promise of the free
You could lose your way so fast?
Opportunity and grace
Stare you squarely in the face
In a kingdom damned but vast.

Darkness is gathering around you
The tide is rising ‘round your feet
Every night you dream they have crowned you
But every morning brings more bitterness than sweet.
And the forecast is deep blue,
On a day that leaves you just enough light to see.

Is it true
That they cast a spell on you?
That your mind is not your own?
The future in your hands
And you toss it in the sand
With piles of broken bones.

Darkness is gathering around you
Foundations tremble at your feet.
The Sons of Freedom all around you
Take Mother Liberty; drag her screaming through the street
But she rises, black and blue,
In a dawn that brings us just enough light to see.

She will rise, black and blue
In a dawn that brings us just enough light to see.
Track Name: old country song
Words and music by Ben Hunsberger
September, 2003
© 2003 Welcome Farm Music

I turned off the highway
To rest my old bones
And find a place I could stay for the night.
It was only one short evening, but I stayed far too long.
Steel guitars gently singing
To an old country song.

From the courtyard drifted music
For a still and starry night
The singer smiled as they played the last song
She sang the words softly, but the lesson was hard.
Country music playing sweetly
On an old steel guitar.

Can you tell me your name?
Have you been here before?
Would you care to go dancing tonight?
Take the left past the street light by the old package store
I could meet you, if you thought that you might.

As she left with the players
A quiet wave of her hand
Gave promise, leaving me to decide.
And when I turned at the corner, I knew I was wrong
Flowered dresses, pretty women,
And an old country song.

It’s a shame, such a shame
When you cause someone pain.
It’s a shame when you break someone’s heart.
Who’s to blame for the weakness
That you just can’t contain
Even seeing it right from the start?

Back on the highway
Headed for home
I was lost, there was no map to guide.
When you pass the last exit, you’ve driven too far.
Country music on the radio
With a sad steel guitar
You can blame it on the guitar
And an old country song.
Track Name: the matter with me
Words and music by Ben Hunsberger
March, 2003
© 2003 Welcome Farm Music

Everyone’s got a problem
But nobody knows
All the trouble I’ve seen
But that’s the way it goes…

It goes to the heart
To the heart of the matter
The matter with me
The matter with me is you.

You put the question to me
Send me off in search of the answer
If I don’t like what I see
Can I come back and be a second chancer?

It goes to the heart
To the heart of the matter
Oh, the matter with me
Well, the matter with me is you.

I’m gonna turn up the heat
Throw another log on the fire
Gonna warm up your feet, baby
Kiss you with a love inspired.

It goes to the heart
To the heart of the matter
Ah, the matter with me
The matter with me is you
Track Name: katahdin
Words and music by Ben Hunsberger
January, 2003
© 2003 Welcome Farm Music

Well I’m standing on Katahdin,
looking out across my life
As it cuts across this wilderness
like the edge of a knife.
I’m a long way from the place
where I started up this trail
But the journey’s been a good one,
whether I succeed or fail.

The sun comes up every morning,
Even if the clouds conceal.
Or the mountain’s silent majesty,
Refuses to reveal.
So I stumble through the dimness,
Pick my way among the stones.
And heed the voice within this place,
Its ever-present tone.

In the full light of midday,
All is well, all is clear.
And those clouds on the horizon
Never seem to come too near.
So I glance over my shoulder
And mark the distance that I’ve come.
Continue on this pebbled path
Steady beating of the drum.

After noon the weather changes
And brings the question of a storm
The chill of life’s uncertainty
And the need to be reborn.
As the sun appears and disappears
I trip on roots that cross my path
And wonder, did I miss a turn?
Am I equal to the task?

Sun sets every evening
Doesn’t matter where you are.
If you’ve made it to the summit
Or only viewed it from afar.
Every step along this trail
Is a decision to move on.
And though you step in quiet solitude
You’re never all alone.
Never really on your own.