mattblick.com - Behind the Songs

My Ride

Thirty-nine feet from head to toe

To pen such a sonnet that dry ink will sing

We're rootless and artless and freer than birds
A left-field love song. Theremins and Spitfires, airports and abattoirs...

Let's build an airport and let's fly away…

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.
Lyrics (pdf)

Shattered frame, photograph all torn
His Daddy…

Safer to be where the bombs come from than the city on which they're falling
A short walk in another man's shoes

Refugee with an iPhone, where are you…

Pretty little weapon of mass distraction
The explosive truth about the Birds and Bees

Capo Chords in D (pdf) Chords in F (pdf) Lyrics (pdf)

Heart-broke grin on the face of my lover …