Beautiful Blueberries EP

by Trestan Matel

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All tracks are siblings of one another in multiple ways, on multiple fronts. They were primarily written over the past year and a half, but the final track dates back to 2009, when I first read the story of Christopher McCandless and his last documented words, "beautiful blueberries." If I were not finally putting this work out there, I would undoubtedly still be making changes.

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released January 22, 2014

Trestan Matel - acoustic guitar, banjo, lead & backing vocals
Most special thanks to:
Brian Felsenthal - lead vocals (track 2)
Jeff Olson - bass guitar (track 3)
Jake Witterschein - backing vocals (track 3)
Fred Diengott - backing vocals (track 3)

Cover art in association with Kristine Tsui Photography.


Written, recorded, produced by Trestan Matel.

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Trestan Matel Los Angeles, California

Trestan Matel experiences things and then writes about some of them. He also has a tendency to distrust products which claim to be both shampoo and body wash, but uses them regardless from time to time.

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Track Name: Seven Seconds
movie tickets and birthday cards
the things i found under my bed when i packed the car
a last look at the back roads, the clearer lens
where i first saw you running your hands along the fence

i pass the places we’d go with no explanations
but the secrets in our dresser drawers, and the palpitations
i see the sunlight in the window how it would dip on your face
i feel the chapped lips, the foreheads, my fingers, your waist

on the shore where we’d go to roll up our sleeves
and claim to be something more than four sandy knees
we can only be what we can’t be without
on the shore where we’d go to have our names drowned out

the glasses, the sweater, the first day i met ya
packed neatly into a cardboard box
in black we were dressed, remembering the best,
i should probably say goodbye, but i’m not

now a glance out the window is daring me to exchange
the images in my head with what stands in their place
so to the histories and the mysteries i say goodbye
i pass the places we’d go to with a left at the light

it was three in the morning, they were four simple words
seven seconds of silence to prove what i’d heard
it’s not the air we breathe, but the breaths in-between
realizing what we got, and letting it go free

the glasses, the sweater, the first day i met ya
packed neatly into a cardboard box
when the door swings open, i’ll eye the chosen
saying i’ve lost a lot, but i’m not
Track Name: Staples (Prelude II)
we set our own alarm that day
we set our own alarm and stayed awake
sweaty palms and open bars will tell you nothings changed
but you left sand in my right shoe and a couple coffee stains it’s not the same

my letters got heavier once my lips sealed them shut
it’s in the envelopes, when your voice gets low, and all that keeps you up
in the nights when I’d see you and let the stars go black
cause staring into nothing was better than looking back
we’d sit out on the tar
and watch the sun set on the car
we’d forget to use
we could smell the winter in our clothes
feel the distance in our toes
and untied our shoes

i saw it on the bookshelves, through the windows, the dust
shining through the holes in the walls i built to trust
i saw it in the glory of the skies
and how they’d mimic your eyes
till you shut them in your fragile way
it was in every dial tone
in all i had known
and it’s here to stay

now i’m danglin by a wire plugged into my head
telling me to move forward but its towards you i turn instead
so i’m back standing in that hallway
staring at your door
and i see everything i wrote you
kicked out on the floor
so i write more