Matthew Temple

Matthew Temple

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I’m a folk singer right out of the 60’s in the style of Simon & Garfunkel, James Taylor and Joan Baez. I like to play with a few backup musicians but I really love walking out on stage alone. I'm very proud to say that the voice you hear on my recordings is the voice you hear when I sing live.

Biography

Matthew grew up in the Pacific North West. He started taking guitar lessons when he was 7 and sang in the boy’s choir for the Portland Opera Company when he was 12. He began writing folk music in college in the mid 60’s and sang with Duke Ellington in the early 70’s. He formed a band that played the Benson Hotel in Portland, OR, The Sands Hotel & Casino in Las Vegas, The Olympic & Washington Plaza Hotels and Rosario Resort in Washington. In 1980 Matthew was hit by a drunk driver and lost the strength and control of his left hand. Although he continued to write songs it took years of work before he could play again. The “The Journey” is Matthews first CD. It took 10 years to the day to complete it. If you have ever dreamed of having the world hear your music then take a moment and listen to “Street Musician”.

Just a little bit about "The Journey:

“A Child”, “Written On The Rails”, “Listen”, “Nobody Loves My Baby”, “Street Musician”, “Eyes of A Poet” & “If I Were A Carpenter” were recorded & mixed at CedarHouse Studios just outside Nashville, TN by four time Grammy-nominated producer/engineer Johnny Pierce. Johnny also played guitar and bass and sang backup for me. Sadly we lost a great talent when Johnny passed away in December of 2005. The quality of the sound is a testament to his love for music.
(Johnny’s daughter Jess is the child’s voice on “A Child”)

"So Many Young Men", "After Dark" and "I Should Go" were recorded at Carport Studios in Nashville, TN. Earl Drake and I produced them together. Earl did the engineering & mixing and added his considerable skills to the arrangements. When you listen to “Listen” it should be noted that Earl added the clicks and bells. They made a huge difference. But it’s just a small reflection of the care and vision Earl brings to a project. Earl was also able to call in Johnny Garcia from Trisha Yearwood’s band to play guitar (really sweet guitar) on all 3 songs and Chester Thompson, from Genesis, to play drums on “After Dark”.

The mastering was done by Jim DeMaine at Yes Master studios in Nashville, TN. When you have spent all the time and effort to write, arrange, record and mix your music you want to make sure to take it to someone who will share your vision.

Lyrics

Written On The Rails

Written By: Matthew Temple

The day that I turned fifteen I left my father’s home
In search of fame and fortune across America I’ve roamed
I never could explain to him the way it made me feel
To ride an iron horse on a highway made of steel

For thirty years I roamed this land and measured every change
From the coast of California to the hills of Bangor, Main
I’ve seen our mountains leveled and forests stripped of trees
Watched the rivers turned to dust and the deserts turned to seas

Gather close around
Listen to my tales
The history of America
Is written on the rails

A million bales of cotton ten thousand tons of grain
The steel to build out factories all ride aboard this train
Two hundred years of history a never ending tail
The life blood of America still flows along these rails

Chorus

From New York to Chicago and down to Abilene
Across the Rocky Mountains and back to New Orleans
I’ve seen our cities fade and rust and crumble as they die
Watched the frightened children as they asked the reasons why

Chorus

So Fathers grab your children and climb aboard this train
Teach your sons and daughters that it’s not to late to change
Tell them all the stories and help them understand
The choices that they make today could heal this broken land

Chorus

Gather close around
Listen to my tales
The future of America
Will be written on the rails

So Many Young Men

Written By: Matthew Temple

Well beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly
Lay me to rest at the break of the dawn
Then take yourselves home to the land of our fathers
Tell the young mother her true love is gone

Now listen my brothers don’t weep at my passing
It’s a price we all knew we could pay in the end
And our measure of honor our measure of freedom
If it’s ours to enjoy then it’s ours to defend

I would not have left her for the arms of another
For glory adventure or the promise of gold
But my country had called me to fight for her freedom
Like so many young men who’ll never grow old

So on that spring morning I left my positions
The woman I loved and a baby unborn
And sailed with my brothers to the land of oppression
To fight for the freedom of a people forlorned

And as we did battle through the smoke and the shadow
We watched as our comrades fell one by one
I knew that by morning my sprit would leave me
Before the dawn broke my life would be done

So beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly
Lay me to rest at the break of the dawn
Then take yourselves home to the land of our fathers
Tell the young mother her true love is gone

I would not have left her for the arms of another
For glory adventure or the promise of gold
But my country had called me to fight for her freedom
Like so many young men who’ll never grow old

I Should Go

Written By: Matthew Temple

Sunday morning I woke while you were sleeping
It’s the only time I see you smile
But I know it’s not about me your dreaming
For our loves been gone for awhile

I remember the night we met dear
And how love light the spark in your eyes
You’re afraid that I’ll that love fading
And I know that you hide it with your lies

Chorus
You’re to kind to say what you’re thinking
And to kind to say what I know
If you could leave with out my heart breaking
You’d just pack your bags and go

Sometimes a heart can start drifting
It’s sad but I know that it’s true
I see now it’s your heart that’s breaking
And it’s me who should go and not you

Chorus
You’re to kind to say what you’re thinking
And to kind to say what I know
If you could leave with out my heart breaking
You’d just pack your bags and go

Sunday morning I woke while you were sleeping
So I bent down and kiss you goodbye.

A Child

Written By: Matthew Temple

Are you sad, tell me why
Perhaps I to would like to cry
I can’t seem to smile when I see a child this way
It hurts me so to watch you sitting on the sidewalk all alone
With no where to go but not wantin to go home

So there you stay playing football or hopscotch in your mind
Doing anything to help you pass the time

Can’t you see little boy when I was young
I sat alone and played games meant for two
When there was only one
I have cried the many tears your cried today
I fear that’s a hurt that will never pass away

Did you go down to the park today to watch the children play
Pretending that a friend had asked if you would stay
When the chose up teams for baseball did they wait till last to call your name
I remember being treated very much the same

Can’t you see little boy when I was young
I sat alone and played games meant for two
When there was only one
I have cried the many tears your cried today
The cruelty of children will never pass away

Are you sad, tell me why
Perhaps I to would like to cry

Discography

The Journey - CD released 11/26/2006
playing on www.bearradio.net

Set List

I play sets that are as short as 15 min or as long as 120. I like to open with some blues and then play a mixture of the folk & blues I write and covers form the 50’s and 60’s. I love to share the reasons I wrote a song or why I chose to cover a song.

Typical 60 min set

No Body Loves my Baby – Matthew Temple “The Journey”
St. James Infirmary – as close to blues as any Irish song has ever been
Street Musician – Matthew Temple “The Journey”
Don’t Think Twice It’s Alright - Dylan
Summer Man – Matthew Temple “The Journey”
Singing the Blues – Marty Robbins
After Dark – Matthew Temple “The Journey”
Puff the Magic Dragon – Peter, Paul & Mary (depending on how crowd)
Summer Time - George Gershwin
Me and Bobby McGee - Kris Kristofferson (tribute to Janis Joplin)
Eyes Of A Poet – Matthew Temple “The Journey”
The Pilgrim Chapter 33 - Kris Kristofferson
The Masters Call - Marty Robbins
So Many Young Men - Matthew Temple “The Journey”