Downstream. All songs written and performed by David Harris

Casino

Scarlet

Love like a Kalashnikov

Track written and performed by David Harris

Don't Wait


Bit of a better version of Princess of the Bridge. Still only a home demo. Have a listen and let me know what you think.
Here she comes into the room / Lifting shadows from the gloom

And the look upon her face / Seems to send me to that place
Where my heart it doesn’t burn / for the past I do not yearn
Darkened looks from darkened eyes / The pretty girl I spy
Think that I’ll make a pass / I don’t know if I could last
But then she walks over to me / the siren sings to me

As we glide along the road / many truths, they get told
And the skin falls from my face / as my heart it does un-break
And the mess it piles up / this old boy he tries his luck
But the coffees just a game / still a game I want to play
She sighs into my ear / She makes everything so clear
Then I fall back to the street / dismissed on to my beat

Chorus
Hashihime, threw me out and just as well
For my intentions were all too plain to tell
Hashihime, threw me out, the wait is hell
But The Princess of the Bridge
She treats me well


Princess of the Bridge

Another bedroom demo. Again the quality isn’t great but you get the idea
Words
I don’t know of the words you said / The whispers echoed around my head
I got the idea that they weren’t that nice / I got the impression that I’m a-guessin’ right
I’m not sure of the words you murmured / I’m not sure of the slurs that burnt in 
The elephants charged on the open ground / the horses ate each other and the children were bound

(Chorus)
But I know / there’s nothing for me out there
Nothing out that way / nothing out that way

The words we spoke they don’t mean much / the lines I threw they don’t cost much
Pieces of glass and the pavement shards / leaning on the wall in the ally dark
The conversation was softly spoken / the rules of conduct were mostly broken
The high castle crumbled brick by brick / The moat ran dry and drowned all the fish

(Chorus)
But I know / there’s nothing for me out there
Nothing out that way / nothing out that way

The words were blunt when written down / the letter spoke, it seemed to shout
Tales of broken, battered woe / tales that make my heart beat slow
Beat slow / beat slow


Words

New track for you. Please let me know what you think :-)

Mother of Mercy

Tricky young thing has travelled here so far
It’s up to my eyeballs but I can hear who you are
The nominal rates, the equilibrium waits
Oil on the surface as the tension breaks
Little dip in the water, little crack on your face
You can send me to heaven, I’d do all that it takes
Stones in the mill, the quarry deep full of blood
Mother of Mercy, I want a sign that I should
Or if I could
Fire won’t reach me, flame won’t burn my skin
My egg shell mind is fractured, brittle and thin
Thinking in spirals, the helix goes round
Chained to a feeling, man, I’m gagged and I’m bound
The paper chase, I see the seal and the words
Runes and symbols they just add to my curse
Old Roman roads built with bone dust and blood
Mother of Mercy, I want a sign that I should
Or if I could
(Chorus)
Down in the water I know where I am
Water it frees me, makes me feel like a man
Down in the water from up in the spire
What d’you know, I’m starting to fly

Think of the children, see the looks on their face
All the optimism that’s a going to waste
Millions of solders marching off out to war
Play the devils toys, they burn the land that they tore
The guilty are present, the moons going down
Perpetual winter has made the body growl
Pick your own cross hairs, feel the blood
Mother of Mercy, I want a sign that I should
Or if I could


Mother of Mercy

Ive been playing about with Open D tuning... and this is the result. Bit of a bedroom demo but let me know what you think

Cherry Blossom
Try to sing yourself to sleep / Try to always make that reach
Turn the hand, the flaming glove / Always whispers what it should
Take hold of the ash stained sword / The dragon flies, the ocean roars
The Hail falls upon the beach / Smoke rises high, we’re cheek to cheek
Crimson eyes and blooded nose / Glistening bright with shades of rose
Walk the path where day meets night/ Always staying just in the light
I’ve seen the cherry blossom grow / I’ve fought the tide, I dug the snow
Parted mountains with my hand / Walked on the sea, I drank the land 

I can see why you wouldn’t really want me to
I can kind of understand, you can’t meet with my demands

The lake is still, the wind it flows / Don’t think I’ve ever been so close
The blossom drops down on me / under nether this cherry tree
A kind of itch, an untold yearn / If looks could kill you’d burn the world
And take it with you to the deep / It suffocates, it cannot breathe

I can see why you wouldn’t really want me to
I can kind of understand, you can’t meet with my demands

I’ve seen the cherry blossom grow / I’ve fought the tide, I dug the snow
Parted mountains with my hand / Walked on the sea, I drank the land 
I can see why you wouldn’t really want me to
I can kind of understand, you can’t meet with my demands
I can see why you wouldn’t really want me to
I can kind of understand, you can’t meet with my demands


Cherry Blossom

The Look

Whoa there little Medusa / Got no idea of fun 
I say, whoa there little Medusa / Got no idea of fun 
You’ve been changing the locks / you’ve been slamming the doors
You’ve been burning me photo and screaming and more
Oh whoa Little Medusa
You got the look

Hey-a tiny Princess / don’t need no second glance at me
I say hey-a tiny Princess / don’t want no second glance at me
With your lazy little eyes casting over my pride
I’ve been locked in your tower with my hands open for hours
I say hey-a tiny Princess
You got the look / you got the look

Fires of the Asian goddess / Thunder down around on me
I see them fires of the Asian goddess / they thunder down around on me
Tell me how vacantly does my stare have to be
I got  book full of pros and a burnt out guitar as it goes
It goes and goes / it rolls and rolls / as it goes and goes
Fires and the Asian goddess 
You got the look / you got the look
You got the look / you got the look


The Look

The Drippin' Red Blues

Acoustic singer/songwriter from Manchester

Guitarist and vocalist in Manchester indie band  Tesla Coils

Formally Promoter for 'Temple of Floone' at the Ducie Bridge, Manchester



David-Harris