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Daniel :: Poetry author of seven-star bird Email David Daniel |
Some Songs
"Be at Peace with Me" mp3 Words and Music by David Daniel and Abe White, performed by Cold Truth. An oldtime rock song due out in late summer 2006. "Don't Dance with Me like That" mp3 Words and Music by David Daniel (BMI) and John and Victoria Clausi (ASCAP) 2004. Vocals by Warner-Chapell Artist Jessie Alexander. Guitars by John Clausi. Engineered by Ronnie Light at Lighthouse Studios, Nashville, TN. "Fools of Time" mp3 Words and Music by David Daniel (BMI) 2004. Vocals by David Daniel. Guitars by John Clausi. Engineered by Ronnie Light at Lighthouse Studios, Nashville, TN.
Lyrics "Don’t Dance With Me Like That" When our lovers see us dancing When they try to break the trance Will you hold me tight inside this secret dance. When our lovers see us dancing, Will we take this little chance? Will you stay with me for a little sweet romance? Don’t dance with me like that Don’t dance with me like that Unless you want to stay till the break of day Don’t dance with me like that Don’t dance with me like that Don’t dance with me like that Unless you want a chance for a sweet romance Don’t dance with me like that. Will you hold me in your arms, Safe against the wildest storms— Can’t we end up in some place that’s sweet and warm? If our hearts keep getting closer, Promising a sweet romance Will we settle then for just a dark romance? I know loving you is wrong, but we can talk about that after And if they find out...what a sweet disaster! Chorus
"Fools of Time" At seventeen Mary placed her satin dress beside us on the table, Then she smiled at me and we did the best that we were able. Back on the dance floor, she seemd to hang in the air like an angel We were fools for love, making a fool out of time. Soon I left town because I fell in love with leaving, And Mary married some boy she thought that she could believe in. back on the dance floor would could know what we were seeking: We were fools for love, now we’re just the fools of time. Last year Mary jumped from a hotel outside of Nashville. With her dress blown out she must have seemed like an angel of disaster— Maybe now she knows the things that we were after. We were fools for love, now we’re the fools of time. |
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