Let's Build An Airport [EP]

by Matt Blick

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1.
Shattered frame, photograph all torn His Daddy doesn’t live here anymore And the lawyers are the only ones on speaking terms. I try to tell the boy he’s not to blame For the vows that Mum and Dad unmade But words can wound in ways no words can ever heal. She’s drinking coffee from a mug that’s chipped Warms her hands, cuts her lip As she tries to give birth to all the pain within. Pours out her heart, staring at her feet Staccato sentences each incomplete The baby she was carrying in her womb is gone. If God were only strong, not kind Or God were only kind but weak I wouldn't have to try to find Words I’m not afraid to speak When answers sound so trite and incomplete but… Everything…every thing is… Everything is broken. Take a drive try to clear my head The news is on ‘cos the CD’s dead They say another peace treaty was torn up today. Must be a hairline fracture in the universe The Earth is cranky and she’s getting worse 300 dead, a city split just like an open wound. If God were only strong, not kind Or God were only kind but weak I wouldn't have to try to find Words I’m not afraid to speak When answers sound so trite and incomplete but… Everything…every thing is… Everything is broken. I search for clues in a freezing Church The boiler's dead, the pipes have burst The priest flinches as the choirboy’s voice begins to crack. I start to understand as he breaks the bread Red wine burning deep into my chest You said, “This is my body” And your body, just like everything... Just like every thing was... Just like everything was broken.
2.
I Got Lost 04:38
I lost my way I lost my path Lost my bearings Mislaid the map Looked for a star But the night was black Fell from grace Right through the cracks I didn’t gain the world But I lost my soul Not asking for your pity Just your hand to hold I got lost, I got lost See that face in the mirror? That isn’t me I got lost, I got lost Somewhere out there is the person That I forgot how to be I gave my all I bought the shirt I played the role Until it hurts I walked the walk I towed the line I stood for truth And learned to lie Thought I could save the world And play a starring role That dream became so brittle And much too sharp to hold I got lost… Pull up the roots And start again Tear down these walls They’ve been condemned Throw every dream Upon the fire But don’t waste one tear For what’s left behind I got lost…
3.
Let’s build an airport and let’s fly away If we put our minds to it we could finish today These people round here are as deep as the clouds And they don’t understand anything that isn’t glued to the ground But we’re rootless and artless and freer than birds Let’s not march to the abattoir just like the rest of the herd. Forget Stansted, forget JFK. There’s a whole world of difference between a runway And running away. We’re not running away… Doesn’t the sunset attract you? Don’t the horizon look grand? Couldn’t you just catch that burning ball in the fist of one hand? I’ll clear you for take off and you can clear me Then we’ll cross every ocean and be back for our tea Let’s build an airport and let’s fly away If we put our minds to it we could finish today These people round here are as deep as the clouds And they don’t understand anything that isn’t glued to the ground
4.
You bear my name if you betray Take me for your patron saint I kiss in hate like a snake Better for me if I’d never been born. Silver they gave to buy my grave Potters field they call my resting place What rest in Death’s cold embrace? Better for me if I’d never been born. The prophecies spoke of me, The writings fulfilled in me Destruction my destiny Better for me if I’d never been born Hard to believe these hands once healed They fed crowds with just a few crumbs Bloodstained these hands won’t come clean Better for me if I’d never been born. Better for me if I’d never been commonplace pottery (the prophecies spoke of me) Chosen to show glory (the writings fulfilled in me) To those who receive mercy (destruction my destiny) And don’t taste the anger they see, Poured into a vessel like me Better for me if I’d never been born One coin still shines, burns through black sky Silver accuser moon, witness my fate Will rope so frayed bear my weight? Better for me if I’d never been born
5.
Brother Bull 04:17
Brother Bull could you lend me your skin? Brother Bull could you lend me your skin? For a belt of black leather to give to my girl Brother Bull could you lend me your skin? Brother Worm would you spare me some silk? To make her a dress pure as milk Spin a thread that’s as smooth and as soft as her skin Brother Worm would you spare me some silk? For I’m off to court my darling Christine Whose eyes shine like crystal the bluest of green 3 rings on her finger, a gold trinity My pockets hold nothing but promises and dreams Brother Gander please give up a quill Though your breast it may smart for a spell To pen such a sonnet that dry ink will sing Brother Gander please give up a quill Brother Sheep please, your stomach for strings And my guitar like a siren will sing When plucked with a sliver of dear Turtle’s shell Brother Sheep please, your stomach for strings For I’m off to court my darling Christine… Some things are given and some things must die To give love the slenderest chance to survive But there’s nothing I miss, and less that I mourn I gladly gave everything the day I went to court my darling Christine Her eyes shine like crystal the bluest of green 3 rings on her finger, a gold trinity My pockets hold nothing but promises and dreams My pockets are bursting with promises, promises and dreams

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Debut EP from UK singer/songwriter Matt Blick featuring Helen Maddison (Spaceships Are Cool) and produced by Mark Nelson (Amazing Planes)

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released March 18, 2013

All songs written and arranged by Matt Blick © 2013

Matt Blick - Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Two-Fingered Piano, Cymbala, Percussion, Synth and Sound FX

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Helen Maddison - Violin, Viola and Theremin
Rachel McClean - Cello
Martin Cheesman - Accordion and Piano
John Matear - Sousaphone
Jacob Boulton - Tuba
Catrin Jones - Clarinet
Mark Nelson - Drums, Percussion and Backing Vocals
Gabrielle Irving and Simon Broomhead - Backing Vocals
Danny Bligh, Simon Broomhead, Andy Dawson, Phil Grafton, Gabrielle Irving, Ellie Mason, Martin Quibell, Tom Spademan and Nicholas Tozier - Crowd Vocals

Produced and engineered by Mark Nelson at Old Library Studios, Mansfield, UK
Mixed by Mark Nelson at Mayfair Studios, Mansfield, UK
Mastered by JP Braddock at www.formationaudio.co.uk
Cover Art by Simon J. Curd at www.simonjcurd.com

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Matt Blick Nottingham, UK

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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