Matt Lipscombe

Matt Lipscombe

BandFolkSinger/Songwriter

A folk-rock singer-songwriter with a soul swagger. Matt Lipscombe seizes his acoustic guitar and takes the stage along with three brilliant sidemen: an upright bass player, a gypsy-jazz guitarist and a drummer. The trio bring back the era of warm acoustic music to soothe you and groove you.

Biography

Montreal's Me Mom and Morgentaler gave birth to a talented new singer-songwriter. Emerging from the shadows of these 5-time winners of the Montreal Mirror's Readers' Poll, Matt Lipscombe now steps into the limelight. A singer-songwriter in the folk tradition, he draws inspiration from master songwriters such as Paul Simon, Billy Bragg, Ben Harper and Ani di Franco.

He has performed internationally on stages in Canada, the U.S. and Mexico. His debut record, Folk Tales, released in September of 2007, has received rave reviews in the Montreal Press. In concert, he takes the stage with an acoustic guitar and delights the audience with beautifully-crafted songs. His old-school trio provides the foot-stomping with Sage Reynolds on the upright bass and Mark Nelson on the drums.

Born in Montreal, he was raised on cafe au laits and Yorkshire pudding. At Marianopolis college, he co-organized a talent show called Bagels, Lox and Rock and Roll. He booked his own band to play: a band with an unusual name: Me Mom and Morgentaler. It was a name so egregious that the nuns who ran their school would not allow them to perform on site. The rest is history : Countless tours across North America , 50,000 records sold. All along, Matt Lipscombe played the bass and wrote most of the songs that propelled that band to legendary status.

When the band dissolved, he went travelling to South America. Returning to Montreal, he tried normal life for awhile, going back to school and working at an office job. A Concordia University Graduate in English Literature, he enrolled in every single poetry class that they offered.

Normal life being not what it's cracked up to be, he got a regular gig at the legendary Cafe Sarajevo, following the steps of such luminaries as Rufus Wainwright and Lhasa. Every Thursday for a nine month gestation, he would perform with the talented singer and piano player, Patrick Watson. They would weave their material around each-other, one being the sun and the other, the moon. Nowadays, after conquering Quebec with his debut English-language record, Folk Tales, the troubadour is now ready to deliver his message to English Canada.

Lyrics

Very Big Fortress

Written By: Matthew Lipscombe

I could walk up and down these stairs
I could sit in so many chairs
I could say it is warm in here
But these walls are cold with fear

This is a very big fortress
Am I alone in here?
This is a very big fortress
Am I alone in here?
This is a very big fortress
Am I alone in here?
This is a very big fortress
Am I alone in here?

I could make my way to the garden
Something is waiting for me
I beg your pardon
You’ve found your way to my fortress
Now I’ve got to get this off of my chest

This is a very big fortress
Am I alone in here?
This is a very big fortress
Am I alone in here?
This is a very big fortress
Am I alone in here?
This is a very big fortress
Am I alone in here?

We are together in the sunlight
We are together in the sunlight
We are together in the sunlight
We are together in the sunlight
We are together in the sunlight
We are together in the sunlight
We are together in the sunlight

Words and Music: Matthew Lipscombe 2007

Sugar

Written By: Matthew Lipscombe


Sugar my sweet
I only want to move my dancing feet
And you stop me
At every single stand in the street
I watch you closely
You come all wrapped in cardboard
And I unwrap you
Oh the rapture is sweet

You are the wreck of men
You are the wreck of men
Sugar

Sugar, I lost
I only feel your longing
From my room, mountains of majesty and doom
Sugar my sweet
I hear you calling from the street
Sugar my sweet
I feel the grinding of my feet

You are the wreck of men
You are the wreck of men

I’m going down, down, down
Further into my addiction to you

Sugar my sweet
I only want to move my dancing feet
And you stop me
At every single stand in the street
I watch you closely
You come all wrapped in cardboard
And I unwrap you
Oh the rapture is sweet

You are the wreck of men
You are the wreck of men
Sugar

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Words and Music, Matthew Lipscombe
© Matthew Lipscombe, 2007

Heroes and Promises

Written By: Matthew Lipscombe


This is no night in shining armor
Nor a damsel in distress
This is no prince charming
Nor a young suffragette
This is an honest offer
Of considerable weight
To twist the hands of time
And to tempt the laws of fate

You can’t deny
That ours is a special feeling
You’ll cast the line and I’ll spool the reel in
It will leave us both flapping on the decks of love

This is no raging sunset glory
Nor long walks on the beach
This is no calling up long distance
For something out of reach
This is something that was born
Or rather torn from a breast
Now I’ve found a place for this heart that wouldn’t rest

You can’t deny
That ours is a special feeling
You’ll cast the line and I’ll spool the reel in
It will leave us both flapping on the decks of love

Moving in at last
Heroes and promises
That last a life time
Honestly, how could you roll your eyes
At a love no heart can deny

No, you can’t deny
That ours is a special feeling
You’ll cast the line and I’ll spool the reel in
It will leave us both flapping on the decks of love

---
Words and Music, Matthew Lipscombe
© Matthew Lipscombe, 2007

Faith

Written By: Matthew Lipscombe


Hey, where are you going?
What’s that coming down your street?
The things you wanted most but you were afraid that they would be
Here all along
Here all along

Faith is on your merry way
It’s something you will know by falling
Into the arms of the only one
Who’s ever been where you’re going

I want to see what you can do
‘Cause I know no one can do it like you
There is nothing you can understand
But there is something you can experience

‘Cause it’s been here all along
Here all along

Faith is on your merry way
It’s something you will know by falling
Into the arms of the only one
Who’s ever been where you’re going

Even when I lost my faith in you
You were still there for me coming through

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Words and Music, Matthew Lipscombe
© Matthew Lipscombe, 2007

Make More Money

Written By: Matthew Lipscombe

They were clumsy when they reach for the door
They were clumsy when they reach for the door
They were clumsy when they reach for the door
Like they were unsure

But cheque in hand
I ran to the newspaper
Told them about my caper
Haunting, the lights and the fog
And the Golden Gate Bridge

They make much more money than me
They make much more money than me
They make much more money than me
And they live in a house by the sea

So I come to their door
And I try to talk to them
Try to make them understand
That things in a distant land
Can be prevented with a cheque in hand

So cheque in hand
I ran to the newspaper
Told them about my caper
Haunting, the lights and the fog
And the Golden Gate Bridge

They make much more money than me
They make much more money than me
They make much more money than me
And they live in a house by the sea

The fog and the hills and the Sunset District
I wish I was taking stills instead of being a misfit
Along comes my crew leader singing songs
I wish I was doing this all day long
Oh yeah

They make much more money than me
They make much more money than me
They make much more money than me
And they live in a house by the sea

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Words and Music, Matthew Lipscombe
© Matthew Lipscombe, 2007

Discography

Folk Tales LP (independent/LOCAL/Outside)
Veo Dios en ti (Indica/Outside)
Songs from Folk Tales are played on many College Radio stations all across Canada including CKLN, CIUT, CKUT, CKRL, CIBL etc.

Set List

Make More Money
Sugar
Strange Music
Very Big Fortress
Heroes and Promises
River of Life
Sacre Courant
Up and Down this Coast
Les Gitans
The Buddah song
Leaves in Fall