Work / Family Business / Track 01
Mind over Matter
A track about trying to stay emotionally in control when your body and feelings are telling a different story.
Family Business mood board
Commentary
“Mind over Matter” explores the pressure of trying to stay in control emotionally when things feel bigger than you expected. I wanted the song to capture the feeling of telling yourself you are fine, while also knowing that your body and emotions are saying something different.
The instrumental is something my producer Josh Croly created, and when I heard it for the first time I knew I wanted to use it for this album. Sonically, it fit with the other ideas I had, and I immediately had ideas for melody and lyrics.
Credits & collaborators
- Josh Croly: collaborated on every track, writing multiple guitar parts for some songs and helping to produce tracks.
Studio audio
Full current version for assessment listening.
Lyrics
Mind over Matter
Verse 1
Memories turn to melodies
Any time, any place
Know what’s best for you, know what’s left for you
The rest can be replaced
When you find a home that’s comforting
Don’t come back to me suffering
There’s a time and a place
I can feel the air on my face
I can feel the wind blow
Refrain
Silence is all I speak now
Don’t let the words get twisted on my tongue
I thought I’d left it too long
Maybe I was cursed, maybe I was cursed
Repeat the same words over in my head
It still hurts, it may be worse, it may be worse
Once you lose yourself so many times
Pattern takes its hold
Eventually you get used to sickness
And nothing feels as good as the hurt
Verse 2
Lockbox full of secrets, too blind to see
If you can’t speak, you can’t get a hold of me
Locked in a cage, set me free
Let you pin this all on me
Camouflage a wound
Like it still needs to heal
Can’t put the past behind me
Try until I will
And I will, I will
Refrain
Silence is all I speak now
Don’t let the words get twisted on my tongue
I thought I’d left it too long
Maybe I was cursed, maybe I was cursed
Repeat the same words over in my head
It still hurts, it may be worse, may be worse
Once you lose yourself so many times
Pattern takes its hold
Eventually you get used to sickness
And nothing feels as good as the hurt
Outro
Clockwork strikes twice on the fireplace
But the broken clock still works twice a day
And the flowers you once loved wilted away
And when you try to replace them
It’s not quite the same