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NEW SONG: Kiss Me Beneath The Mistletoe

Let’s both be bad tonight
A Christmas romance with hidden depths
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I grew up on the beautiful wordsmithery of Ira Gershwin, Cole Porter and Irving Berlin as mediated through the golden voice of Ella Fitzgerald, so this kind of thing was bound to come out at some point. Musically it started as something like a victorian hymn but once I hit on the ascending major scale of the chorus I boarded the jazz train and never looked back. In the verses I’m obviously trying to channel Burt Bacharach.

The initial idea, based round the concept of the chorus having a completely different meaning when set up by verse 2, has been hanging around my notebook forever, but it’s only recently that I had the guts (and ability) to turn it into a song. It’s one of the few songs that I’ve written entirely on the piano.

Kiss me beneath the mistletoe
Come press your lips to mine
You’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

The end of a year
I’m drinkin’ and singin’ with people from work
She’s standing so near
Her perfume is drawing me in
Her breath so warm on my skin
She presses close to me whisp’ring…

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 and go home to my wife
My true christmas gift
I find her unwrapping herself
Mistletoe on her belt
She presses close to me whisp’ring…

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

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Where Did The Time Go? (NSFW)

Days had strange elastic powers, minutes stretched to lazy hours
Frantic (tick tock) hyperactive jazz workout
Written with (and performed by) Liz Frencham
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Mr Time where did you go?
How I miss the time I used to hold
Days had strange elastic powers
Minutes stretched to lazy hours
Wish they hadn’t been devoured
Too busy dancing to the

Tick tock, time is sneaky
Drip drop [dropped] the clock and now it’s leaking
Put it in a big box
To stop it seeping out and never stop to take stock
[Stock] our shelves with pointless s**t
Look I scored another tick [tock]
Talking s**t until I finally get a big shock
Where did the time go?

Mr Time throw me a bone
Have I missed the rhyme that calls you home?
See the carrot on the stick
It’s dangling just beyond my grip
Bright and sweet but far too quick
It’s gotta be a silly trick

Stop! Time is sneaky
Drip drop [dropped] the clock and now it’s leaking
Put it in a big box
To stop it seeping out and never stop to take stock
[Stock] our shelves with pointless s**t
Look I scored another tick [tock]
Talking s**t until I finally get a big shock
Where did the time go?
Where did the time go?

Where is the time, to unwind?
To feel alive, breathe in deep
To stretch, to reach
Let the grass grow underneath my feet
Would be fantastic, would feel ecstatic…
(Tick – tick – tick – tock
Tick – tock – tick – tock – tick – tock)

Tick Tock, time is sneaky
Drip drop [dropped] the clock and now it’s leaking
Put it in a big box
To stop it seeping out and never stop to take stock
[Stock] our shelves with pointless s**t
Look I scored another tick [tock]
Talking s**t until I finally get a big shock, please stop!
Tick tock.

 

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Unnecessarily Pimped-Out Horse Truck

A sea of blue sparkle paint and too much chrome
Like Cab Calloway telling a shaggy horse story
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Drivin’ to my baby’s for a red hot date
The traffic wasn’t movin’ I was already late
I craned my neck to see the cause of the jam
Thinking that maybe I should lend a hand
A sea of blue sparkle paint and too much chrome
It was a mobile equine luxury home
To my deep consternation I found myself stuck
Behind an unnecessarily pimped-out horse truck

It was an unnecessarily pimped-out horse truck
An unnecessarily pimped-out horse truck
It could not be overtaken, it could not be overtook
That unnecessarily pimped-out horse truck

People was a-cussin’ an a-honkin’ their horns
As I walked over to the driver, she was looking forlorn
I said “Ma’am, you got a unique boutique horse abode
But you really outta’ saddle up ‘fore you get towed”
She commenced to cryin’ I said “Why the long face?”
She said “I think my prize stallion has gone an’ escaped,
Would you pull up to my bumper baby, please take a look
Inside my unnecessarily pimped-out horse truck?”

My unnecessarily pimped out horse truck
My unnecessarily pimped out horse truck
Examine every cranny and probe every nook
Inside my unnecessarily pimped-out horse truck

Sure enough the back door was open wide
But to take a closer look I climbed up inside
I found a pair of busted handcuffs and some dudes pants
That was the moment that the back door slammed
I said, “don’t horse around ma’am I gots to skedaddle”
She said, “slow down stud, let me get back in the saddle”
She was some kind of pervert or some kind of crook
Drivin’ an unnecessarily pimped-out horse truck

An unnecessarily pimped-out horse truck
An unnecessarily pimped-out horse truck
The whole van shimmied, the whole van shook
That unnecessarily pimped-out horse truck

I was fighting for my honour but she wouldn’t back down
She was ridin’ me bareback like a rodeo clown
She had the bit between my teeth and her spurs in my ribs
I groped around and cried out for deliverance
That’s when a glittering trinket that was nailed high above
Fell down and crowned her with a terrible thud
A purple sparkle horseshoe sure brought me good luck
Inside that unnecessarily pimped-out horse truck

That unnecessarily pimped-out horse truck
That unnecessarily pimped-out horse truck
Goodnight sweet Princess, no, don’t get up
From your unnecessarily pimped-out horse truck

© Matt Blick/Matt Wood 2014

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One More Hour With You (A Christmas Song)

This worn out year is almost through
A true life Christmas ballad
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The gifts are wrapped, the tree looks great
Some Yuletide crap on an old mix tape
Let’s light the fire and warm our feet
As our children will themselves to sleep

The scent of pine, the manger scene
A glass of wine, Die Hard on TV
This worn out year is almost through
But can I spend one more hour with you?

Things go unsaid
Life gets in the way
And I forget
What I need to say

It’s five a.m. How can you sleep
Now that our bed has become a trampoline?
And childish hearts they want what’s new
But I just want one more hour with you

I need some tea, you want some toast
I need to pee but what I need the most
Is just the time to show you how
I love you more than ever now
My love is old, my love is true
Let me spend one more hour with you

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Day 83: Crash And Burn

Crash and burn fellas, crash and burn. Epic Fail. Today a combination of a bad cold, too much Piriton & no real game plan meant I just couldn’t drag my sorry behind in the direction of any songwriting. The best I could manage was to play through a few inspiring jazz standards. I’m talking Here’s That Rainy Day, Cry Me A River, Ain’t Misbehavin’…

The next few days are looking like sleep, read, sleep, try to workout what I’m gonna play at The FAWM over party in London, sleep, and make me a plan…

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The Eglon Song

 

The King is on the toilet…
Singlong Assasination Song For Kids Vol. 2
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Back in the day when the Bible was thin
Israel was conquered by a heavyweight King
So they prayed for a saviour who was able to fight
Big-bellied Eglon the Moabite.

Well, Ehud was the man God chose
He made a little sword & hid it in his clothes
Said “King I got a message to whisper to you”
Then in went the sword & out came the poo because he…

Stabbed him in the belly & his poo came out
Stabbed him in the belly & his poo came out
Stabbed him in the belly & his poo came out
Squishy, squashy poo.

Ehud’s sword stuck in his guts
But the kings’ flabby belly just covered it up
He shut the doors & then he ran back home
Before anyone saw what he’d done.

The servants said “phew, what’s that stink?
The king is on the toilet that’s what I think.”
But when they opened up the door
There lay Eglon dead on the floor because he…

Stabbed him in the belly & his poo came out….

Ehud blew the trumpet & he said “it’s war!”
And the Moabites ran as people grabbed their swords
And as they fought they all sang this song,
“Do you want to know what Ehud did to King Eglon?
I’ll tell you, he…”

Stabbed him in the belly & his poo came out…

Well the flabby baddie didn’t get a chance to shout
‘Cos he stabbed him in the belly & his poo came out
And if you’re wondering what this song is really all about…
It’s squishy, squashy, (give you hands a washy!)
Squishy, squashy poo.

Judges 3:12-30 (ESV) © Matt Blick Grace Church Nottingham 2005.

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LINKS TO THIS POST:

An Infant In The Cradle “The Eglon Song”
Count It All Joy “King Eglon hijacks the poop language patrol”
A Surprising Light “Enjoy.Laugh.”
Eglon “Disgraceful song about King Eglon”
Beat The Drum “Ehud & Eglon…A song of God’s deliverance & errrr poo”
A Fitting Name “The Ehud & Eglon song”
An Infant In The Cradle “The EglonSong LIVE”

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