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- I can't make a living from singing, but I have to sing to live. M. Matthias Who say that Matthias is mad? He says so himself like mad - read this quote: 'No-one would be mad about a madman, except those who themselves are mad. How do you define madness? How do you do? Well, for the mad it's not mad at all, but to any ordinary person anything out of the ordinary must be madness. Mad Matthias do not sing and play for 'the ordinary', but for those who sees things that drive them mad. Mad Matthias plays for the ones who want to have their eyes opened and see the madness in themselves and the surrounding world. He who dares open his eyes to the bright shining light, he who wants everything exposed to light - with the risc of being enlightened himself. Worship of idols and stars is abhorent to Mad Matthias. That's the reason why he keeps a low profile and tries to keep his person out of focus. He can be quite mad with if some head make head lines on him, and he'd loose his head: 'Why don't you use your own heads!' he'd say. So, who is this Mad Matthias really? No-one will tell on him, 'cause you never can tell...
Notice! You can listen to the underlined titles. Den er helt gal med sproget her!
MAD MATTHIAS' SONGBOOK
Baby
Look at this tiny little finger on the little newborn hand
Bears Get Tired
Bears get tired, yes, when the cold begins
Butterfly
You throw your body into the dance
The Farm Matthias realizes that many people act like animals. Even that is a to kind description, because he likes animals and they just do what they're programmed to do. But when people sink low they have a tendency to be just like animals, and that is why Matthias sings this long ode to the (funny) farm.
DAYBREAK The
sun’s coming up A
new day at its dawn The
rooster crows The
farmer rise and yawns It’s
time to rise’n’shine And
it’s time to grub Appearing with his foddercart The famrer dishes up
FEATHERBRAINS Each
morning I crow for the farmer All
the chicken look up to me I
am a bit of a charmer With
quite some power invested in me Without
me the farm would surely fall Without
me you’d all be going slow Without
me the fox would take us all Yes, without my crow you’d never know
I
AM A HAPPY How
I like to eat the crap I’m served I’m
growing fast and getting big All
day long I roll in dirt, grunt a bit if I’m hurt Oh,
I am a happy pig I
like my wife – that bichy sow – And
our kids are piggi-wiggies that we dig Our
family is all a mess, all this fuzz and all this stress But I am a happy pig COWHOUSE
BEEF All
day long I’m in my box But
I got no reason to moo I
get fed above my needs And
I am fit and healthy too But
the calf that I had he is far away now He’s
some place I will never know The
bull that delivered the semen Was
a trivial no-show In
this box where I take my stand All’s
the latest technicality Once
you were milked all by hand But
now it is a
rarity But
the calf that I had he is far away now He’s
some place I will never know The
bull that delivered the semen Was
a trivial no-show And
the calf that I had he is far away now He’s
somewhere in a cooking stove And
Father Bull delivering the semen He was a real go-slow YOU
RIDE ME DOWN When
you get into the saddle And
I feel your boot and heel You
make me want to please you That’s
the way I truly feel :
Ooh, you ride me down, sweety Ooh,
you ride me down, you ride me down: When
we ride across the meadows I
am in a state of bliss It’s
as if the ride is never ending You
and me that’s all there is :
Ooh, you ride me down, sweety Ooh, you ride me down, you ride me down:
A
DOG’S LIFE I
am an old, tired dog I’ve
served my master for long Though
I’m blind I’m still able to bark ’Cause
I can hear a noise even when it’s dark Old
Faithful that’s my name I
never once let my master down But
that puppy that guards the farm just now He
will surely never ever learn how Here’s
my master coming up He
has always been my friend He
shouts my name and I feel fine The gun he’s got means ’it’s hunting time’
PULLING
WOOL Bow
to prayer and free your mind The
future for you is noble and fine A
dinning table is your aim All
who’s there will praise your name Between
the dishes and glasses of wine You’re
the reason that they all dine You’ll
be cherished as your ma and pa A
roast of lamb that is what you are Your
wool will turn into a ball Eventually
a jersey – large or small Well,
do enjoy this precious fate The Butcherman – arriving soon or late
THE
BLACK SHEEP This
corner is my fixed address Here
I’m free and it’s a trip Others
like to think I am weird, I guess That
just makes me feel so hip, hip, hip, hip Time
just pass and I do not mind Daydreaming,
chewing wool They
bleat and baa and are unkind But I am feeling cool, cool, cool, cool
THIS
IS OUR HOMELAND The
farm is green and prosp’rous With
room for everybody This
is our homeland All
are appreciated equal All
living for the farmer All
defenders of the farmhouse Yes,
field and farmhouse members ’Cause this is our homeland
SWAN
SONG Follow
me To
this place With
sheltering trees and silent waters Stand
by me Let
us travel together To
a place where no-one wants to slaught us Let’s
go even though the road is long If
you share my urge and feel it very strong Let’s
sing the same song
Hortence, My Love (Come Out to Play)
Your mama locked the door and went away
I've got a room in a hotel
If You Want
Living in a world of stress
I Need You Now
My days were empty then
Like a Lilly
Like a tent - I want you to be my place to stay
Like Doves Fly
Lost
Oh, you lost your little girl
Mi Motto
How come that trouble raise over my head
Roll Upon Jehovah
Roll upon Jehovah your way
Set Us Free
I was looking, yes I was searching
So Long
So long since you offer'd me a kind embrace
Three Words
Three words I find so hard to say
There's a war going on of wrong and right
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