Matt Costa (born Matthew Albert Costa June 16, 1982) is an American singer-songwriter from Huntington Beach, California. He has a growing number of independent releases: a self-titled five-song EP in 2003, a six song EP titled The Elasmosaurus EP in 2005, a full-length CD entitled Songs We Sing in 2006, a digipak full length album Unfamilar Faces in 2007, and the albums Mobile Chateau (in 2010) and Matt Costa (in 2013).
In early 2003, Costa's homemade demo reached No Doubt guitarist Tom Dumont
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this certainly isn't a 100% correct but it's something to start from and sounds ok so far. Hope you enjoy it!
Matt Costa - Mr. Pitiful
Intro: C/GG
Verse: C/GFmajAmG
C/G Oh Mr. Pit--oh Mr. Pit-- FmajAm Mr. Pitiful, who let you down? G Who let you down, who let you down? C/G You still don't believe, you don't believe FmajAm You don't believe, and your grievances show G When your soap box unfolds
C/GAm But please, come down FGC/G From that cloud your sitting on AmFG I don't expect you to admit that you were wrong AmFmaj Just wanna know how you've been C/GGAm And don't make me feel bad that we're still friends FmajC/GG Mulling it over in my bed AmFmajC/GG I hope that you see through your picket AmFmajC/GGAmG I hope that you see through your big yard and white picket fence F#mF (3-2-1) Am To make amends F#mF (3-2-1) Am And still be friends F#mF (3-2-1) AmG Still be my friend
So where did you go, where did you go? Where did you go, while I was out? While I was out, while I was out?
Well, I don't believe, I don't believe I don't believe everything I see And if you don't like the movie, then quit acting
But please, come down From that cloud your sitting on I don't expect you to admit that you were wrong Just wanna know how you've been And don't make me feel bad that we're still friends Mulling it over in my bed I hope that you see through your picket I hope that you see through your big yard and white picket fence
To make amends And still be friends Still be friends Still be my friend Still be my friend Still be my friend