Fifty Five Stories Down

by Matt Blick

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released February 1, 2019

All songs written and arranged for Danelectro baritone guitar by Matt Blick © 2018 except Tonight (Matt Blick/Harry Verity © 2018), Black Sky (Daniel Wright © 2018), Can't Hang It On Love (Karyn Ellis © 2018 SOCAN) and The River Of Suffering (K.S. Rhoads © 2013 Downtown Music Publishing).

Produced, Engineered & Mixed by Daniel Wright.
Mastered by J.P. Braddock at Formation Audio, Nottingham.
Photography by Ralph Barklam.
Graphics by Michael Wong.


Recorded at Electrical Daudio, Nottingham (aka The Old Police Station), Dan's Pickin' Parlour, Hucknall and The Running Horse, Canning Circus, Nottingham.

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Songwriter/singer from Nottingham, UK. Like early inspiration Billy Bragg, Matt sings in his real accent and plays electric guitar (there’s more tuba than acoustic guitar on his songs). He plays like someone who spent more time in mosh pits than coffee shops and sings about faith and doubt, love and loss, airports and abattoirs. ... more

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Track Name: John Lennon Blues
Whoa, if John Lennon had a gun
Whoa, if John Lennon had a gun
He'd still be livin' singing “all you need is love”

Oh if he'd given peace a chance
Oh pulled a piece on each crazy fan
Shot that coward Caulfield in the back

Now the lone gunman is never alone
And a man without sin fills his pockets with stones
Woe that the world shoulda come to this
That we'd pray for a man to put the “fist” in “pacifist”

Whoa, if John Lennon had a gun
Whoa, if John Lennon had a gun
He'd still be livin' singing “all you need is love”

Woe if Gandhi pulled a knife
Woe if Reverend King took a life
If Jesus Christ had enough and just rained down fire

If John Lennon had a gun
If John Lennon had a gun
If John Lennon had a gun
Those Dakota steps would be stained with another man's blood
If John Lennon had a gun
Track Name: Bullingdon Boys
David and Boris and Gideon met
At Oxford University
Dined with a crew of the chosen few
wearing sky blue and ivory

It's a fine old tradition for young blue bloods
Trash a restaurant and pay in cash
Preparation for a host of Government posts
It's how we train the ruling class (and they sing...)

Rah Rah Rah! We're the Bullingdon Boys
Bullingdon Boys born to rule OK!
The rich run riot, the lawyers keep it quiet
Make way for the Bullingdon Boys

Bloods have their colours and so do the Crips
Like any self-respecting gang
Bullingdon threads don't come off the peg
Set your family back three grand

(Call it an investment, money well spent)

Sing Rah Rah Rah! We're the Bullingdon Boys
Bullingdon Boys born to rule OK!
The rich run riot, the lawyers keep it quiet
Make way for the Bullingdon Boys
It's the day of the Bullingdon Boys

You wouldn't put a paedophile in charge of a school
No matter how much he'd changed
Would you trust a Buller boy with the lives of the poor?
Then you've only got yourself to blame

Rah Rah Rah! We're the Bullingdon Boys
Bullingdon Boys born to rule OK!
The rich kids break it, the poor just take it
And make way for the Bullingdon Boys
Crime pays when you're a Bullingdon Boy
Buller! Buller! Buller!

Rah Rah Rah! It's the Bullingdon Boys
Bullingdon Boys born to rule OK!
The rich run riot, the lawyers keep it quiet
Make way for the Bullingdon Boys
Hip hooray for the Buller Boys
Track Name: Black Sky
Black sky comin' down, black sky comin' down
There will be no more, there will be no more
I can see my crime, I can see my crime
There will be no more, there will be no more

Everything is broken, everything is broken
There will be no more, there will be no more
Darling hold my hand, darling hold my hand
There will be no more, there will be no more

No more lies, no more pain
No more lines of cheap cocaine
No more fools in the aisles
No more tears for a bastard child
No more foul forgotten footnotes
Of a life laid out in sin
No more tryin' to recall
A time when I was free
No more you. No more me.

Moonlight cracks the sky, moonlight cracks the sky
There will be no more, there will be no more
Black sky comin' down, black sky comin' down
There will be no more, there will be no more
Track Name: The Architects Of Our Unhappiness
Some drink to remember the good times they had
We drink to forget so we pay in advance
The first shall be last, the last shall be first
Here's hoping your blessing is your enemy's curse

To absentee fathers, to unfaithful wives
To brow-beating pastors who blueprinted our lives...

Here's to the architects of our unhappiness
Cheers! to the architects of our unhappiness
Remember the breakers, the takers, the makers of misery
Wish 'em well, burn in hell, at least you can tell them
We haven't forgotten their names

There's a party in your head but you're not invited
The still small voice just wants somebody to fight with
When the past comes untethered we nail it back down
Sorrow's slippery as fish and much harder to drown

Wife-beating husbands and smothering mothers
Who drew up their plans with significant others

Here's to the architects of our unhappiness
Steering clear of the architects of our unhappiness
Forgive 'em, forget 'em, but don't even let 'em back in
Raise a glass, kiss my ass - and if they ever ask after us
Tell 'em we're doing swell

You know that the world is an upside down place
Gold buried deep, dirt on her face
A broken heart's only a pump that gives in
If you can't save your soul, at least save your skin

Here's to the architects of our unhappiness
Cheers! to the architects of our unhappiness
Remember the breakers, the takers, the makers of misery
'Till the Grim Reaper reaps 'em, Lord bless 'em and keep 'em
As far away from us all as you can
Track Name: Brave
Built a cage around your heart
To keep the parts in check
Made from all the wires you found
Around her hospital bed
She doesn't know your face
She doesn't know your name
Her skin so thin and white
You see right through to each vein
And all she says is “can I go home now?”

You don't have to be so brave
The world is filled with those you love but cannot save
It's OK to cry, you don't have to try to be so strong
You don't have to be so brave

There's a gravestone, good as new
Much smaller than the rest
Never heard his own name
Never nursed at your breast
Still there's bills to be paid
Still there's mouths to be fed
You can weep when you're old
You can sleep when you're dead
If you stand still, you'll sink like a stone now

You don't have to be so brave
The world is filled with those you love but cannot save
And as it's turning, one by one, day by day, emptying out
It's OK to cry, you don't have to try to be so strong
You don't have to be so brave

You don't have to be so brave
You don't have to be so brave
You can rage, shake your fist, take a walk, take a drink
You can scream, you can curse, you can lay down in the dirt
You can pray
It's OK to cry, you don't have to try … you don't have to try ...

You don't have to be so brave
The world is filled with those you love but cannot save
And as it's turning, one by one, day by day, emptying out
It's OK to cry, you don't have to try to be so strong
When all you love is gone
You don't have to be so brave
Track Name: Sweet Baby Hand Grenade
Heart-broke grin on the face of my lover
“30 weeks left if you wanna run for cover”
We must have pulled the pin one Saturday night
But how can something so small wreck your whole life?

Nothing ever stays the same
Didn't know how much you'd change me
You're the best mistake I ever made
My sweet baby hand grenade

Sweet baby hand grenade
Sweet baby hand grenade
Look at all the mess you made
My sweet baby hand grenade

My best friend said his wife is six months gone
Now her biological clock (tick tock!) - tickin' like a time bomb
She's calling last orders at the milky bar
Now it's time to show the world what kind of man you are 'cos

Nothing ever stays the same
You've no idea how much they change you
But the best mistake I ever made
Was my sweet baby hand grenade

Sweet baby hand grenade
Sweet baby hand grenade
Look at all the mess you made
My sweet baby hand grenade

Pretty little weapon of mass distraction
So cute I can't resist this tiny terrorist
Though we got no guarantees and no instructions
There's nothing I would trade for my sweet baby hand grenade

Sweet baby hand grenade
Sweet baby hand grenade
Look at all the mess you made
My sweet baby
Sweet baby hand grenade
You make me smile like an unexpected key change
Look at all the mess we made
My sweet baby hand grenade
Track Name: Can't Hang It On Love
When a broken heart can’t be fixed
Turn it into art, take a glue stick
To the remnants and shards
A mosaic made from beautiful scars
When you’re gonna fall into pieces
Reassemble them all, smooth the creases
Sometimes love doesn’t work out at all…it stalls

You can’t hang it all on love
Can’t hang it all on love
Sometimes it’s just not enough
Cos the other stuff is messy

When a broken wing is afraid to beat
Write a song and sing
Don’t be adverse to anything
Love is like a chorus, it comes back again

You can’t hang it all on love
Can’t hang it all on love
Sometimes it’s just not enough
When the other stuff gets messy

SOLO

CHORUS
Track Name: See You Dance
Dying is on everyone's 'to do' list
Nobody likes to talk about it but it's true
Don't wanna be the man to bring the party down before it's started
But time is short and there's something we should do

I just want to see you dance
I just want to see you dance

You went to the doctor, got labelled as a hypochondriac
You said “Doc, a hypochondriac can get sick and die too
And when that other shoe drops ain't nobody getting their deposit back
So let the Fat Lady sing, imma do my thing and dance wit you”

I just want to see you dance
I just want to see you dance

Hold up a smidge – time for the bridge!

Life is a smorgasbord why wouldn't we try it?
Eat and drink for tomorrow we diet
The three course meal of true love never did run smooth
But I'll do things for love even Meatloaf wouldn't do

Heaven and earth are full of your terrible singing
But I adore every noise that you make
And when your body moves, it moves me so much I could start a movement
You shook my shake, broke dancing till the break of day

I just want to see you dance
I just want to see you dance
I just want to see you dance
I just want to see you dance
Track Name: The River Of Suffering
We're only getting older, the sky is getting dark
The ones you love they start dying, it takes chips off of your heart
The sun is sinking slowly like a red guillotine
I need a boat to cross the river of suffering

Pain turns into sorrow, sorrow's how you heal
The crops'll show tomorrow for it's raining the field
If I lie down in the winter, will I wake up in the spring?
I need a boat to cross the river of suffering

When you get lost in the long run with a heart full of regret
You cannot change what's happened or what hasn't happened yet
And if it isn't what you leave behind and it isn't what you bring
Then I need a boat to cross the river of suffering

I need a boat to cross the river of suffering
Track Name: Refugee With An iPhone
Intro:

Ahmad (Dari): “I don't know why they don't like us. What crime have we committed that they don't want us to come here?”
Anita (Persian): “Are you ready? Let's start”
Anita and Laila (Persian): “1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6”


Refugee with an iPhone, where are you all coming from?
I've a sneaking suspicion you're pulling some kind of con
Refugee with an iPhone, iPhone that's newer than mine
Would you jump the queue while I'm stuck here standing in line?

I had a house and a car and a job
Before the secret police, the riots and bombs
But it's safer to be where the bombs all come from
Than the city on which they are falling
So I gave a man all the money I had
In exchange for a space in the back of a van
And all that I had in a bag on my back
Was my phone and a few bits of clothing

Refugee with an iPhone, where are you all coming from?
I've a sneaking suspicion something's gone horribly wrong
Refugee with an iPhone, you may not have terrorist links
but there's no room on the lifeboat, if we take anymore we might sink

Is it a sign that I'm radicalised
If I don't want my wife and my daughter to die?
I've seen the fear in a little one's eyes
That her daddy soon will be taken
So I call her now at the end of most days
Tell her I love her, tell her I'm safe
And we both send pictures of our scariest face
And she holds the phone while she's sleeping

Refugee with an iPhone, exposing uncomfortable truth
We can't bail out the bankers and afford to look after you too
Cos bankers have friends so high they own the Sun and the Sky
And refugees just like iPhones never take too long to die

In January '48 Steffie arrived
From the wreckage of Austria to build a new life
Practiced her English late into the night
Reading out loud from the papers
Married a soldier, a practical man
He built a home for them with his own hands
Raised children and chickens and took any job
And one of her children is singing this song

Refugee with an iPhone, how can I deny you the chance?
Deny you the same opportunity my mother had?
Deny you the basic compassion I hope I would find
If the fire that fell on your country was falling on mine
Refugee with an iPhone, a symbol, as two worlds collide
Let's take a selfie, you can 'friend' me if you like...


Outro:

Sanah (Syrian): “Maybe with our stories people can get to know us and realise that we are not all extremists”
Track Name: Kiss Me Beneath The Mistletoe
Kiss me beneath the mistletoe
Come press your lips to mine
You've been a good girl all year long
Let's risk a kiss under the mistletoe

The end of a year
Drinkin' and singin' with people from work
She's standing so near
Her perfume is drawing me in
Breath so warm on my skin
She presses close to me whispering...

“Kiss me beneath the mistletoe
Come press your lips to mine
I've been a good girl all year long
Let's both be bad tonight
Don't you want to go down this road?
See where a kiss may lead?
Head over heels? Perhaps. Who knows?
Let's start with a kiss under the mistletoe”

I leave her unkissed
Make some excuse, go home to my wife
My true christmas gift
I find her unwrapping herself
Mistletoe on her belt
She presses close to me whispering...

“Kiss me beneath the mistletoe
Come press your lips to mine
You've been a good boy
Let's both be bad tonight
Don't you want to go down this road?
See where a kiss may lead?
Head over heels? Perhaps. Who knows?
Start with a kiss under the mistletoe”
Track Name: Tonight
Staring at the girl at the other end of the bar
Grinning like an idiot, still don't know where to start
Need something to do, something to say
When it comes to love I get my own way
Love is a needlessly contrary competition
Often complicated, no proper definition
Taking aim at nothing, complaining when I hit it
Love is not a lottery unless you buy a ticket

Tonight she's got the whole world at her fingertips
She might unlock my life with just one kiss

Tonight, don't let me down tonight, the sirens and blue lights
Are violins and choirs sent to serenade tonight
There are sonnets I could write, revolutions to ignite
If I just put down my pint and talk to you to...

...Set the scene more thoroughly; a dreary Wednesday night crowd
It's mental in the gentlemen’s - the ultraviolet light's out
A dog is licking lager up under someone's table
Sat amongst the gargoyles is a solitary angel
They're no brighter than their bling, bitter as Bacardi
All I hear is whistling, the pounding of my heartbeat
Everyone smells of smoke, sweat and desperation
They're tryin' to be stars, she's shining like a constellation tonight

She's got the whole world at her fingertips
So why not unlock my life with just one kiss?

Tonight, don't let me down tonight, don't let me drown tonight
Be swept out with the tide while there's land in sight
And sonnets left to write, revolutions to ignite
If I just put down my pint and talk to you tonight

Suddenly she's by my side, 'penny-for-your-thoughts' me
I just shake my head, say “being back in here transports me,
The first time that I saw you was the last time I felt lonely”
She says, “let's go home love, the babysitter's phoned me”

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