Matthew F. Blowers Iii
United States, Ohio, Chagrin Falls
Matthew F. Blowers Iii
After many years of hard work I have reached my goal of 1,000 original songs in my collection of my music. Check them out.
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Sultry eyes...
Baby blues
Melting my heart
and my soul
Each time I
look at you
Petulant lips
Begging to
be kissed
And I can't think
of anything
More wonderful
That we could do
You make it
so damn easy
It's not complicated
Just one kiss
would free me
You don't know
how long I've waited...
For your sultry eyes
Your baby blues
Scorching so hotly
And torching my thoughts
Each time you gaze at me
Eager lips, in such a pretty pink
As you stretch up to offer
me a taste of your kiss
Setting me to trembling...
You make it all so easy
There's nothing complicated
As your first kiss frees me
You don't know how
long I've waited...
Bridge-
As the dance floor fades
Beneath my feet
Lost in the warm, wet haze
Of your kiss so sweet
That seems to go on and on
For an eternity.....
Until I open my eyes
To find love waiting for me...
From all the times I've waited...
For your sultry eyes
your Baby... Blues...
Music, Vocals & Lyrics
Composed Sung and Written
By Matthew F. Blowers III ©-2021
At: Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
I have well over 900 songs written and I am getting close to my benchmark of 1,000. You as my subscribers are welcome to go beyond the limited amount of songs that i have been able to post here. Feel free to listen to all of my work songwriting wise at: (expired link)
and at: (expired link) .........and thanks for all of your listens. likes. comments, recommendations and your interest. It means the world to me.
Art~Whimsically yours, Matthew F, Blowers III
I am so appreciative of your listening and comments and likes, as well as your subscribing. In my busy days of recording what is now over 830 songs I sometimes fail to let those who listen just how much they mean to me. Thank you all so much..~~ Matt
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Circus.
Published on Dec 14, 2015
I'm the man you left
drowning in an hourglass,
beneath the sands of time
spent without you.
I can see my dreams above
where we spent our perfect love,
but there's little I can do.
In the desert that I
wander in my glass cage,
separated from oasis's we knew,
I stagger chasing sweet mirages,
on paths that lead me to lost causes,
when it comes to loving you.
Chorus-
This hole in my soul
just keeps draining
any hopes that you will
come back to me,
cause you're stuck in
your own hour glass containing,
all escape as well
from your sheer misery.
I know in my heart
that you still love me
and that's the only chance
that offers a key..
only love will grant us passes
through our lonely hourglasses,
restoring all those dreams
we know were meant to be.
Bridge-
Let's turn our
sorrows upside down,
before it's too late and we drown
in the remnants of
a love that's fading fast,
build me a tower in the sand,
be my Rapunzel, I'm the man
who will rescue you
with true love that will last.
Chorus-
Before this hole in
our souls has finished draining
any hopes that you
will come back to me,
and we're left stuck in
our own hour glass containing,
all escape as well
from our sheer misery.
Cause I know in my heart
that you still love me
and that's the only chance
that offers a key..
only love will grant us passes
through our lonely hourglasses,
restoring all those dreams
we know were meant to be....
restoring all those dreams
we've lost....eternally.
Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
MFB III Productions-(c)-2015
An Open Letter To The
Commander-In-Grief!
(expired link)
You strolled into
the White House
dictating Sheer disaster,
with all your ego
and your money
but you’ve still got
no class …Sir?????
they’ll be sticking
your policies
up your rich ass
much faster.
then all of your
promised relief
and your tweeted
useless chatter,
because Americans
are not your slaves
and you are not
our master
Build your huge
wall of hate
by executive orders
with a 20%
import tax
on Mexican borders
but when
the drinkers
of America
buy shots of tequila,
at twenty bucks each
they’ll want you
shipped to Korea.
Plus you’re denying
many innocent
Muslims a Visa,.
with a policy bent
more than the
Tower of Pisa,
Lumping them
in with terrorists
and though it
might please ya,
Will more
Americans die???!!!
Did that thought
ever seize ya???
You act
without thinking
and think
without acting
you mock
Korean missiles
telling them
“It Won’t Happen!”
(atomic Blast!)
When you kick
a hornet’s nest
they’re the ones
you leave laughing
as their stingers
remove the West coast
while you’re
still yapping.
You seek
to make laws
to prevent
all protesters
from dissing
the government
they have no
right to pester
the king of
complaining
whose a twit
and a texter
Much like an
angsty teenager,
who can’t handle
the P R E S S U R E !.
You want to
silence the media
and prevent
their attendance
from certain
meetings you hold
which is truly
horrendous
you want
only acceptance
with no
negative reference
so you spit
on the rights
of our dearest
amendments.
I refute your abilities
to run the (expired link).
you’re not the
U- in United
and your
S-tate is a mess.
in your first
week in office
you went after
health care
but when we asked
you what’s better?
you have no
plans to share
soon folks
will be dying
while your
primping your hair.
Hair the color
of a peach
and perhaps
that’s a clue,
maybe it’s time
your hairdo
matched the
rest of you,
through a
simple solution
that is not
out of reach
keep on slumming
with the Russians
and we’ll bring
on the bleach
Keep pissing
off the world
and they’ll beg
us to teach
One blowhard
ex-leader
the pains of
being Impeached!
The Pains of Being IMPEACHECD !!
Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
Matthew F. Blowers III-©-2017
Peach photo property of
Matthew F. Blowers
All rights reserved.
Published on Dec 7, 2016
(expired link)
I remember Christmas eves
as the most sleepless night I ever knew
when I was just a child.
filled with sweet anticipation
of my presents packed in Santa’s sleigh
brought my biggest smiles
Listening for the pitter-patter
on the roof over my head
of 8 reindeer landing gently
with their very heavy sled
Innocence undefiled.
With no sugar plums
dancing in my head
cause my mind was filled instead
with all I’d asked Santa to bring
knowing most of them would never be
cause my family knew some poverty
yet still my hopes took wings
Chorus-
But Christmas morning brought the usual
underwear (expired link). ‘s and a sock half full,
of hard candies meant to suck….
with 5 kids to please at Christmas time
I got a couple of toys from the five and dime
but it was just enough…..
cause I realized even as a boy
that these gifts brought both my parents joy
wrapped in newspaper with love….
Love that I will carry till I’m old
worth much more than money, toys or gold
cause gifts are just some stuff.
And I remember when the New Year passed
how sad I used to be when our tree was cast
on the curb out by the street
dripping just a few stray icicles
left to fade away in the bitter cold
till it vanished that same week,
But it taught me all things beautiful
should be cherished more cause their temporal
cause soon they’re gone away
Like my mom and dad who are no longer here
both their lives were curbed and we all wept tears
on those tragic days,
Chorus-
and now I’m wishing Christmas
would bring the usual
underwear (expired link). ‘s and a sock half full,
of hard candies meant to suck….
with 5 kids to please at Christmas time
and a couple of toys from the five and dime
it would be more than just enough!
cause I’ve realized ever since I was a boy
that these gifts brought both my parents joy
wrapped in newspaper with love….
Love that I wish once more I could hold
worth much more than money, toys or gold
cause gifts are just some stuff
Love that I will share until I’m old.
worth much more than money, toys or gold,
and that’s my Christmas story told….
Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
Matthew F. Blowers III-©-2016
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A Thanksgiving wish for all of my
listeners at Number One Music..
a brand new song written yesterday
morning on Thanksgiving.
My Holiday song _"The Magic Seeds
is now out on Video, with some remastering
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share it with your kids and have a new Christmas story
thay have never heard.
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On Spotify, Amazon. Itunes and Google with many more download sites coming soon, please feel free to request a sing from here that you would like to download. Thanks for listening always. Matt
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Name Matthew F. Blowers III
Followers 353 Hits- 1,547,420 Props 22,338
Location Chagrin Falls, Ohio
Instruments Vocals, Guitar, Electronic Production
Genres Oldies, Country, Folk, Alternative, Electronica, Blues, Pop, R&B
EDITInfluences Reinhard Tesch, Barry Michael, U2, Queen, (expired link). King & Eric Clapton, WA, Bob Dylan, CA, Kerry Leigh Diminyatz | Sacramento, ThisFunctionAll, Linda Adams, Meghan Ritmiller | West Palm Beach, Spirits Of Another Day | Detroit, The Supremes, ArtWhimsically Yours Studio | Chagrin Falls, SIN THEOREM | Lansing, OH, Carmen Rizzo, FL, Electro_Nomicon, Electro_Nomicon | Seattle, Sean Nós Abu ! Irish Song, Stevie Ray Vaughan And Double Trouble, Eric Clapton, MI, The Temptations
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Sultry eyes….baby blues,
Melting my heart and my soul
each time I look at you.
Petulant lips,
begging to be kissed,
and I can’t think of anything
more wonderful
that we could do.
Chorus-
You make it all so easy,
It’s not complicated,
just one kiss would free me,
you don’t know how long I’ve waited….
For your sultry eyes,
your baby blues
scorchingly hot,
and torching my thoughts,
Each time you gaze at me,
Petulant lips, such a pretty pink
as you stretch up to offer
me a taste of your kiss,
setting me trembling……
Chorus-
You make it all so easy,
There’s nothing complicated,
As your first kiss frees me,
you don’t know how long I’ve waited….
Bridge-
As the dance floor fades,
Beneath my feet,
Lost in the warm, wet haze
Of your kiss so sweet,
That seems to go on and on
For an eternity,
Until I open my eyes,
To find love waiting for me…….
from all the times I've waited...
For your sultry eyes,
for your Baby........ Blues.........
Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
MFB III Productions-(c)-2013
Sultry Eyes.
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About Matthew F. Blowers Iii
About Me :
White House Artist, Actor, Sculptor, teacher, singer, songwriter, poet, over 350 songs and 4,000 poems so far. I manage two Dodge ball leagues, play volleyball, roller skate like a madman There are far greater depths where one's soul often sinks,
when the brain cells all starve and can no longer think,
where a writer too often is left on the brink,
to abandon the task and be gone in a blink.
Coining phrases and yet never gaining coined praise,
penning unpublished works till the end of their days,
where their reach exceeds any success they will grasp,
yet they'll still sing unheard songs with their dying gasp.
The music that calls them to capture its beauty,
is often illusion bidding them to their duty
to pen masterpieces in which they truly believe,
which the masses of listeners simply fail to perceive.
To work and re-work a song till is is beaten
always looking for some hook or note that will sweeten,
the hit that becomes just a smack in the face,
till their muse comes around with new songs to embrace.
I know, I have walked down despairs darkest alleys,
my dreams dwell in cardboard boxes where failures are tallied
homeless wraiths near the back doors of studio rejections,
scarred in red ink that tattoos their great imperfections.
The first one hundred songs that you write, truth be told
are just practice, mostly efforts that will never be sold,
oh, so many good songwriters fail to control,
all their screams, meant as whispers that pour from their soul.
But my muse is a demon, a cruel workaholic,
and I'll not be a free man till I craft what's bucolic,
in the ears of producers seeking something that rocks
as I fail each exam in their schools of hard knocks.
So it's back to the sound boards and my faithful guitar,
like a miner seeking gold with only dust in his jar,
till the right combination brings sensations in song,
where each note is important,and nothing's played wrong
then I'll reach that bright stage where I truly belong.
ArtWhimsically Yours studio
MFB III Productions-(c)-2012
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