Oh a most beautiful song .. and for me at least, and many more I'm sure .. so relateable.  I often wonder if memorys are true or just a pleasant road to walk?

A soft wind blows and I'm delicate enough to feel it
Of the western rose you're the last one of the season
Brie keeps kicking herself for feeling
Left the light on cos your brain was reeling
Another piece down so it's all revealing
Watch how it grows from refracted things
Your belly's a home for a star we dreamed
I can't stop now cos the creams in flow
You're a primal force with a heart of snow
Wherever you are
We sing the same thing
Wherever you are
We sing the same thing

Cymbals in the back cos the trash has flow
Reaching for your hand like I'm doing up a bow
Melting on the ground cos I let it slip
You stuck around like you found something

Maybe I’m a someone in your life
It started with a day and it turned to night
Here you and I are conspiring thoughts
Now look at us folding up a cot
Glaciers wouldn’t melt
Meant it all in earnest but then it fell down
I couldn’t keep you honest but it seemed to work
When I think about your kisses my stomach starts to hurt
Held by the seven sealed doe
Rampant as a squirrel skipping through the snow
Keep telling you I mean it til you start again
When you catch a feeling
Ride it til the end

When you get the fine and the angels
Chime in their harmonies
Under your thumb
That is the magic devotion has given
I couldn’t trace the words but I felt the flow
I couldn’t look away but I caught the show
Sometimes a poem has the truth you need
But you don’t need to know a thing to write a poetry

Papa

Delicate

To The River

Chewing Gum

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We are pleased to present Ten Thousand Tiny Fingers, a Music Network commission by Bróna McVittie for our February 2024 Tour. Bróna wanted to create something in memoriam of all the innocent civilians killed in the Israel-Gaza conflict, particularly the children. The song is also born of her own experience of conflict growing up in a segregated society during the troubles in Northern Ireland. Speaking to Bróna about the commission, she said the song was born of her own experience of conflict growing up in a segregated society.

The track was recorded at Station House Theatre, Clifden, Co. Galway on 6 February 2024. 
Performed by Niamh Dunne, Bróna McVittie, Cormac Breatnach & Seán Óg Graham and recorded by Donnacha Moynihan.

Ten Thousand Tiny Fingers

10,000 Tiny Fingers - Brona McVittie - Music Network Commission (2024)

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Lonely Road is the first song written with Mike Dampf.  His lyrics paint a lovely picture.

Lonely Road
M: Dan Swanson
L: Mike Dampf

There’s a somewhere that lives in my heart
Where a sleepy river flows
With busy hummingbirds and buzzing bees
By a cottage down a lonely road

Was it ever really there?
Is it just a lovely dream I want to share?
   
A river’s running through my sleepy[, sleepy] mind
Where dusk and dawn entwine
Her Sunday clothes are hanging on the line
At the cottage down that lonely road

Was there a way to change her mind?
Are these just shadows of another time?

It’s a somewhere that lives in my heart
where that sleepy river flows
with buzzing hummingbirds and busy bees
at that cottage down a lonely road

Was she ever really there?
Is this just a lovely dream I want to share?

There’s a woman in a dress of green
sitting on an old porch swing
the river whispers, meandering
past the cottage down that lonely road

Don’t look back, Don’t look back….

Copyright 2024 Swanson& Dampf

Lonely Road

The Music of Dan Swanson

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