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While You Sleep The World Still Turns Without You

During the time you are unconscious planet Earth continues it’s rotational cycle independently of your will or observation. (So get over yourself).
M.C. Escher is my favourite MC.
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Behind The Song

Written for FAWM 2011 as part of a challenge to write using the I-V-vi-IV chord progression, this was my second ever FAWM song. It cycles through all 12 keys (and then some) backwards through the circle of fifths. The progression is D – A/C# – Bm – G, then G – D/F# – Em – C etc.

The I-V-vi-IV and all variations thereof is the most overused chords sequence bar none, indeed shortly after writing this I banned my self from using it and have only used it 2 or 3 times in the last 6 years. But I had the idea to have the patterns overlap, with the last chord of the first progression become the first chord of the next progression. Or to put it another way, the IV chord of the first key becomes the I chord in the new key. Or to put it yet another way, to trick you into thinking you’re hearing a four chord pattern when it’s really a series of three chord pattern as follows

D A/C# Bm
G D/F# Em
C G/B Am
F C/E Dm
Bb F/A Gm
Eb Bb/D Cm
Ab Eb/G Fm
Db Ab/C Bbm
Gb Db/F Ebm
B F#/A# G#m
E B/D# C#m
A E/G# F#m

and back to

D A/C# Bm

For the lyrics I wanted something circular in nature. I started singing “life is like a wheel” but I came up with this and thought it was more meaningful

While You Sleep
The World
Still Turns
Without
You

(repeat till drowsy)

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FAWM 2011 Songs

 

FAWM is the February Album Writing Month challenge. Songwriters from all over the world try to write 14 songs in 28 days.

In 2011 I wrote 24 songs and my track Let’s Build An Airport appeared on the best of FAWM compilation 14 Songs In 28 Days Vol 7.2

Eleven Sweets MP3
I Got Lost MP3   LYRIC SHEET
I Lost My Capo
MP3
If You’re Here This Morning
MP3   CHORD SHEET
Let’s Build An Airport
MP3
New Mistakes (co-written with Steven Wesley Guiles)
MP3  LYRIC SHEET
Victoria (co-written with Alfalfa)
MP3
While You Sleep The World Still Turns Without You
MP3
Wood And Stone
MP3   CHORD SHEET   LYRIC SHEET
You You You MP3     LYRIC SHEET

2012 Song here
2011 Kid’s Songs here

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Brother Bull

 

To pen such a sonnet that dry ink will sing
A twisted courtship song
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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

© Matt Blick 2012

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Better For Me If I’d Never Been Born

 

Silver accuser moon, witness my fate
The Ballad of Judas Iscariot: a mournful waltz
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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.
Better for me, better for me
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 once 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, better for me
Better for me, better for me
Better for me if I’d never been born
Better for me if I’d never been born
Better for me if I’d never been … born

© 2012 Matt Blick

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I Got Lost


Fell from grace, right through the cracks
Emotionally raw rock song written on a two string guitar
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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 hurt
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
Don’t waste one tear
For what’s left behind

I got lost…

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Don’t Bring Your Bongos To Church

Don’t Bring Your Bongos To Church [2011] Humorous Rock n Roll Retro
Bongo, bongo, bongo, bongo…
Rockabilly Pentecostalism gone wild.
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Jesus loves you man
Jesus loves you man
Loves you just the way you am
But don’t bring your bongos to church
Don’t bring your bongos to church

Jesus loves to hear you sing
You can bring your offering
Just don’t hit those things
Don’t bring your bongos to church
Don’t bring your bongos to church

Bongo, bongo, bongo, bongo…

Take a snake out of your bag
Drinkin’ strychnin’ ain’t so bad
You can even bring a flag
But don’t bring your bongos to church
Don’t bring your bongos to church

The good Lord understands
When I tell you that I can
Prise ’em from your cold dead hands
So don’t bring your bongos to church
Don’t bring your bongos to church
Don’t bring your bongos to church
Don’t bring your bongos to church

Don’t, don’t, don’t bring your bongos
Don’t, don’t, don’t bring your bongos
Don’t, don’t, don’t bring your bongos
Don’t, don’t, don’t bring your bongos
Bongo, bongo, bongo, bongo…

You may also like: Maybe Your God’s On The Toilet
If You’re Here This Morning (The Notices Song)

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Eleven Sweets

Eleven Sweets [2011] Children’s Humorous
But the fizzy cherry, was stuck to a fizzy cherry
A true tall tale from sunday school, sung by my daughter
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In the pink group in Arrows, in Church, in the Earth
Ifyou’re listening when they tell you all about God
And you wiggle or wriggle or talk to someone
You’re probably going to get your balloon popped
Then you might only get three sweets
Or you might only get no sweets

But I didn’t wriggle or wiggle or talk
So I got a white bag like they have in the shops
And a pink or green token to put in the silver pig
Cos the pig is the place where you go and put your tokens in
And then you can have ten sweets,
And then you can have ten sweets.

I got some cola bottles and put them in my white bag
And one lollipop, cos one is all that you can have
And more cola bottles, some fizzy cherries made nine
And I put my hand into the plastic box for one more time
Soon I would have ten sweets,
Soon I would have ten sweets.

But the fizzy cherry, was stuck to the fizzy cherry
Which was stuck to the fizzy cherry that I picked up
So I asked the leader, “what shall I do?”
She said, “you’ll just have to have eleven sweets today”

And that’s how I had eleven sweets
Eleven sweets instead of ten
And that’s how I had eleven sweets
Eleven sweets instead of ten

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Maybe Your God’s On The Toilet

Maybe Your God’s On The Toilet [2011] Humour 
Some might say that sarcasm ain’t the language of Zion
Interfaith conference on Mount Carmel
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We use different paths to climb the same mountain
So let’s build a safe place to explore the terrain
We’re all part of ancient faith communities
There may be common ground that we can embrace
No one person has all the answers
So let’s try to find the things that unite
I hope that you’ll be part of the conversation
I’ll share my feelings first if you like

Maybe your god’s on the toilet
Maybe he can’t get to the phone
maybe the man with the plan, the whole world in his hands
Sits on a porcelain throne
Maybe he’s making a pit stop
Loosing a couple of pounds
Either way he’s not home so leave your prayer at the tone
Perhaps he’ll answer you when he comes out

I hope I haven’t somehow offended you
I hope I haven’t said something wrong
Because you practice human sacrifice
And you outnumber me four hundred to one
You fundamentalists don’t think humour
Has a place within religious debate
But I’m just trying to facilitate a paradigm shift
So lighten up you prophets of Baal

Maybe your god’s on the toilet
Doing a poop or a pee
Is he still in control when he’s sat on the bowl
And he’s bombing the porcelain sea?
Maybe he’s mixing some concrete
Maybe he’s moving some earth
He’s dropping some logs, seeing a man ’bout a dog
So perhaps we should just call off the search

Some might say that sarcasm ain’t the language of Zion
And I should wash my potty mouth out when I’m through
But ask brother James, maybe he can explain
I’m a man, just a man, just like you

Maybe your god’s on the toilet
Trying to do number two
Grow a tail, hang a rat, park a coil, send a fax
Drop the kids off at the pool
Maybe he’s blasting a dookie
Punching a growler somewhere
He’s taking a slam, he’s pinching a yam
But it doesn’t mean that he doesn’t care

Maybe he’s laying some wolf bait
Maybe he’s laying a brick
He’s going boom boom in the little boys room
He’ll come out when he’s launched the big ship
Maybe your god’s on the toilet
But I’m starting to entertain doubts
So I guess I’ll just go ‘cos your god’s a no-show
And if he’s in there then he’s not coming out.

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Brother

I am the train whose brakes have failed
The Prodigal Son blues
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Raise the curtain, set the scene
Our Father, my brother and I make three
One I loved, couldn’t stomach the other
Couldn’t look at my Dad without seeing my brother

My brother, he didn’t do a damn thing wrong
My brother, he never did a damn thing wrong

Took the fast train to the wrong side of the tracks
Broke my father’s heart and I broke the bank
My head was hot but my heart was cold
My brother you cast a long shadow over my soul

My brother, he didn’t do a damn thing wrong
My brother, he never did a damn thing wrong
My brother, he didn’t do a damn thing wrong
My brother, he never did a damn thing wrong

It’s all my fault

Hit rock bottom, rock bottom fell through
Wound up in a pig sty trying to eat pig food
Money dried up and my friends all gone
Retrace my steps to where it all went wrong

It’s all my fault, it’s all my fault

My brother, he didn’t do a damn thing wrong
My brother, he never did a damn thing wrong
My brother, he didn’t do a damn thing wrong
Never did a day’s wrong in his whole life

But right, right, right, right
Right is more than the absence of wrong
And love is more than the absence of hate
And that my brother, my brother didn’t do a damn thing wrong
Is the best that I can say, the best that I can say

I am the train whose brakes have failed
The roller-coaster that jumped the rails
Patron saint of every prodigal son
Parental heartbreaker number one
Busted shoes on a dusty road
Who should I meet but a well shod ghost?
I’m going back to where he’s coming from
Lord have mercy, I look so young…

Free download: Never Be Silent
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Never In A Million Years

Never In A Million Years [2011] Humorous Rock
Let’s do some science in a song
Unapologetic apologetics. The Foo Fighters send back the soup.
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Let’s do some science in a song. Let’s pick a prehistoric pond.
It’s small and warm and has all sorts of ammonia and phosphoric salts.
Zapped with electricity, a protein forms there chemically
And once that protein’s fully formed, it’s ready to evolve some more.
That’s the theory now let’s try again with carbon dioxide
Water and some nitrogen and life will happen sometime … when?

Never, never in a million years
Never, never in ten million years
Never, never in a hundred million
Four hundred million years
Never in a million years

Let’s give Oparin his due, he proposed we should make soup
And Haldane said that it just might cook with ultraviolet light
Urey said we should put in methane and some hydrogen
So Miller cooked it but since when did we have those ingredients back then?

Chorus

Don’t cry Charlie Darwin, what does Louis Pasteur know?
Just tell Frankie we can pin the whole damn thing on undetectable spacemen
Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry
(That ship has sailed and it ain’t never coming back, there’s always
Much too much speculation running after too little facts)

But let’s just say you make that soup, most amino acids you can’t use
Right handed ones you throw away but keep a hundred lefties (give or take)
Stick ’em together with peptide glue. You’ve made a protein – clever you!
You know I hate to be a bore – for a cell, we only need 200 more.
Now we just got instructions left to write, 30 volumes worth that we gotta fit inside
There are only four letters in DNA, so how much longer do you think it’s gonna take?

A million years?
Or ten million years?
Maybe in a hundred million?
Four hundred million years?
Never in a million years.

Free download: Never Be Silent
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