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When I Said “Stop Setting Things On Fire” I Really, REALLY Meant It.

Wait! Wait! What Key Are We In?
Frank Zappa meets Scott Bradley
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Written during FAWM 2016. I found a couple of musical fragments labelled ‘Etude No 3’ on a cassette I recorded in 1991. I really liked some parts, others made no sense at all. The original tape was a quarter tone out and I suspect I moved some parts up a semi tone and others down by mistake

I could hear I was attempting to do something with the whole tone scale originally, so I used that to write the middle section but by the time I came to put the bassline down I forgot I was in G# and played the bassline in G natural. But by that time it was already so bizarre that I didn’t hear anything wrong.

A happier (or at least more harmonious) accident was the string and horn parts in the final recapitulation. I pretty much improvised those counter melodies and they’re some of my favourite parts.

I decided I couldn’t call the finished piece ‘Etude No 3’ because

a) It’s not an etude.
b) I’ve already written more than three.
c) It’s a boring title.

I brainstormed and what you have the best I could come up with at short notice.

There’s a grand tradition of not knowing what key you’re in
What do you mean “who is Scott Bradley?”

 

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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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Everything In The World Is Fighting Everything In The Sky

How can we love one another when God won’t make the angels behave?
A three-legged horse dances a plaintive waltz in a bedraggled circus.
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Woody Guthrie he saw the tornado
Raping the earth like a plough
The ground and the sky locked in combat
Like neither would ever back down

Everything in the world was fighting everything in the sky

Oh no, oh Noah you don’t know
The way my poor soul sprung a leak
My faith turned greener than cheap gold
As fake as American teeth

There once was a war up in Heaven
So the last book of John states
How can we love one another
When God won’t make the angels behave?

Everything in the world is fighting everything in the sky
Everything in the world is fighting everything in the sky

For my part I placed you too highly
Worshipped a cruel work of art
My what cold marble-white skin you had
The better to break a boy’s heart

‘Till the lamb takes a nap with the lion
And nobody’s feelings get hurt
The guns all become walkie talkies
And the good guys all stop shooting first

Everything in the world is fighting everything in the sky
Everything in the world is fighting everything in the sky
Everything in the sky is fighting everything in the world
Everything in the world is fighting everything in the sky

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Tear This Temple Down

All that you can see is all there is
Protest atheism meets balkan rhythms
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Ball your tiny fingers up in fists
Pray each night that God does not exist
‘Cos a Father up in Heaven
Who’s presiding over such a mess as this –
God forbid

You want to tear this temple down
Tear it down
To the ground
Tear this temple down
Tear it down
To the ground

You fear Heaven like your father feared hell
But what you think that you might find there, who can tell?
A man with questions looks for truth
But you just want to prove there’s no such thing
You can’t win

Go on and tear this temple down…

All that you can see is all there is.
All that you can see is all there is.
All that you can see is all there is.
All that you can feel is all there is.

All that you can see is all there is
Fools believe in things that don’t exist
Like tomorrow, like tomorrow.

You loved the way your name felt in her mouth
The angels came to take away the sound, and now…

Tear this temple down…

© Matt Blick 2013

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Never Be Silent



You didn’t save me 
 You didn’t save me so that I could keep my mouth shut

12 voices, piano, cello and cymbala with just a smidgeon of programmed percussion. Influenced by Bulgarian choir music, Never Be Silent is probably my most experimental and searingly honest spiritual song yet. Let me know your thoughts.

A big thanks to Rachel McClean for playing Cello.


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Youdidn’t save me,
Youdidn’t save me so that I could keep my mouth shut.
Youdidn’t rescue me,
Youdidn’t rescue me so I could play dumb.
Whileevery brick in this building longs to shout out
OhJesus loosen my ungrateful tongue

Sothat my heart may sing
Sothat my heart may sing to you
Sothat my heart may sing to you
Andnever be silent
Neverbe silent
Neverbe silent

Youdidn’t heal me,
Youdidn’t heal me so that I could take more poison.
Youdidn’t ransom me,
Youdidn’t ransom me to leave me a slave.
Whileall around me the songs of those you brought home
Theybreak the silence like you broke their chains

Godcan a dead heart sing?
Godcan a dead heart sing to you?

Fatheryou cut me,
Fatheryou cut into the branch to make it fruitful
Fatheryou punish me,
Fatheryou punish me to make me grow true
Helpme believe that the knife
Precedesthe harvest

Godmake my dead heart sing…

Godcan a dead heart sing?…

©Matt Blick 2011



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Everything Is Broken

If God were only strong, not kind, or God were only kind, but weak
An odd-time hard folk, head-on collision with human suffering.
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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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