Matt Vend and the Tender Ten - Metaphysical Bus Ride

In an attempt to fight the lockdown blues, here is a new music video for the track "Metaphysical Bus Ride", off my 2019 full-length release, "Lonely like a holiday". The song features footage found in the archives of dusty desert settlements, gravel roads that go on for eternity, and other harrowing and breathtaking scenery from one of the harshest natural environments on the planet: The Namibian Desert. Credits: Filmed by Matt Vend and Cami Scoundrel All music and lyrics were written, produced, and engineered by Matt Vend, with mastering done by Neil Snyman. Video editing by Matt Vend Locations: South Africa, Namibia, Lesoto You can download the album below, and purchase the entire digital release for the price of your choice: https://groundsweeprecords.bandcamp.com/album/lonely-like-a-holiday You can also stream and download the song below: https://groundsweeprecords.bandcamp.com/track/metaphysical-bus-ride Lyrics: I only speak in arguments, If I have never argued with you This means I do not really care for you I am only happy, When I am faced, With contention. I am a contender In this very, Contentious issue. There is so much to talk about, It will only be understood, If we scream and shout. A “loud loutish” lout. Blurt out, more hurt Because we can only Grow If we open the wounds And let them fester, Until they heal. If I could steal, Your happy emotions, And make them mine, I would. However, all I have right now, are feelings about the wasted years of regret I suppose I wasted nothing I swept up all the damage Let the torment be my carriage I put all these bad years in my art I caught a bus The bus took me very far Across this land The bus enabled me To see The worth in my hands But what I was looking for Was a metaphysical bus ride To take me to a tranquil destination Carry me To inner peace Inner peace Inner peace Release, release Inner peace I did eventually find this rusty piece of metal The vehicle needed an overhaul The mechanic long been ill Given up the trade No bio-diesel, or petrol, gasoline To run this calamity So, I’ll wait for another bus to come Waiting at the bus station (Inside my feigning consciousness) Until that day I can only speak in arguments My body rests But my mind never sleeps