Single MATT KAYE – Things

Matt Kaye
THINGS

(Akord Records / Kulturni center Maribor, Javna muzika Maribor, ARLP 003 / FREE LP 028, 2018)

Akord Records, a label under Kulturni center Maribor has published the single:
Matt Kaye – THINGS

The song will be released on the upcoming album Matt Kaye – The Guardian

The single is available through the following links:

video single:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eptNeIBHLDU
mp3:http://www.ljudmila.org/subkulturni-azil/front/img/admin/file/Matt_Kaye_-_Things.mp3
mp3 zip:http://www.ljudmila.org/subkulturni-azil/front/img/admin/file/Matt_Kaye_-_Things_MP3.zip
wav zip:http://www.ljudmila.org/subkulturni-azil/front/img/admin/file/Matt_Kaye_-_Things_WAV.zip

MATT KAYE – Born in 1975 in Maribor, Slovenia (EU). Suffering from mild, but defining case of cerebral palsy from birth, he published his first book in 1988 and started combining poetry and music into a singer-songwriter routine in 1992. Between 1998 and 2017 he recorded 126 albums for various labels, participated in nearly every important literary-music festival, worked for national radio and other media as a musical connoisseur, and wrote/translated around 70 books as a member of Slovenia’s National Writers’ Association and National Literary Translators Association. He is also a member of Slovenian PEN and MIRA organizations. He has written several non-fiction books, including books on the works of Johnny Cash, Elvis Presley, The Beatles and Slovenian singer Oto Pestner. He has translated poems and wrote professional articles and biographies on Alexander Pope, Leonard Cohen, Tom Waits, Bruce Springsteen, Kris Kristofferson and many others. He writes musical/literary reviews and articles for many important newspapers and reviews in Slovenia, incl. Delo (Književni listi), Odzven, Nova muska, Glasna, and Literatura. He writes in English as Matt Kaye and records in Slovene as Matej Krajnc, Matt Kaye and Blind Boy Spectacles (gospel and blues standards). 

THINGS

Things that I endure
Have cut their cords before
Have cut their cords before
I’m forbidden to come in
I can’t trust them anymore
Trains have left this town
And I’m no longer here
Casey Jones is dying
Of this I have no fear

And I’m tossing and I’m turning
And the session is adjourning
And the judges are not guilty
After all

Things that I endure
Have sipped their alcohol
They smoke what they can get
In hope that they grow tall
But trains have left this town
And fog is coming in
And I don’t understand
Its stern discipline

And I’m tossing and I’m turning
And the session is adjourning
And the judges are not guilty
After all

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