SINGLE Matt Kaye – WRONG DREAMS

Matt Kaye
WRONG DREAMS

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

The single is available through the following links:

video single: https://youtu.be/PuEVnWYWbzw
mp3: http://www.ljudmila.org/subkulturni-azil/front/img/admin/file/Matt_Kaye_-_Wrong_Dreams.mp3
mp3 zip: http://www.ljudmila.org/subkulturni-azil/front/img/admin/file/Matt_Kaye_-_Wrong_Dreams_MP3.zip
wav zip: http://www.ljudmila.org/subkulturni-azil/front/img/admin/file/Matt_Kaye_-_Wrong_Dreams_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).

WRONG DREAMS

Wrong dreams
Oh they should’ve been yours
You sleep like a baby, you show no remorse
I’m tossin’ them round, but they keep comin’ back
It’s quiet tonight, and peace is somethin’ I lack

With wrong dreams
They never ask when they enter
They smell like an old fighter when they should’ve been gentler
I’m shooin’ them off, but they turn deaf to my pleas
Well I just don’t know if I can keep it like this

With wrong dreams
And no excuse after all
For gettin’ stuck in narrations just like Robert Duvall
But the deeper the voice, the merrier they are,
And while it’s freezing outside, well it’s colder by far
With wrong dreams

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