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[Everything Is] Broken
05:06
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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.
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I Got Lost
04:38
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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…
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Let's Build An Airport
03:11
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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
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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
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Brother Bull
04:17
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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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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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