Demon Seed
©2019 David Michael Hartt SOCAN
 
She busted through the gates of Hell, the story I heard tell
Is Lucifer angered his only daughter
She left to prove that she could be, a better harvester than he
Bring  more hearts and minds down to the slaughter

Beguiling, beautiful is she, that smile throws off so much heat
Her Raven hair it shimmers like a flame
Those dark brown  eyes, two endless wells, many men gazed long and fell
Drawn like moths, they’ve just themselves to blame

She is Demon Seed and she’s what I need
When she looks at me I start to teeter
I will not dispute she’s forbidden fruit     
But she makes Hell seem a whole lot sweeter

She can smolder, mesmerize, haunt, entice, and traumatize      
The strongest man with the smallest gesture
A come hither finger wave, can make you crave an early grave
You’d leave it all if you could have the pleasure

She is Demon Seed and she’s what I need
When she winks at me I start to totter
I will not dispute she’s forbidden fruit   
But she makes Hell sound a whole lot hotter

I am fascinated, captivated with desire
Someone grab a shovel, throw some brimstone on the fire 

She is Demon Seed and she’s what I need
When she licks her lips I start to falter
I will not dispute she’s forbidden fruit   
But she makes me want to meet her father 

She is Demon Seed, yes she’s what I need
When she kisses me I start to shake
I will not dispute she’s forbidden fruit   
But I’d follow her to Hell from Heaven's Gate

Never Brave Enough

Keep On Driving

Demon Seed

Leo the Lion
©2010 David Michael Hartt
  
Come gather 'round children, I'll tell you the tale of a lion that lived in the snow
A rough, tough survivor who often prevailed, he was minus a tooth and a toe
Leo the Lion was larger than life; he was always the star of the show
And he took great pride in the place where he dwelled in the gold  fields of Ontario
 
Young Leo got started delivering letters, and soon he would know everyone
He had big ideas how this place could be better, and so for king did he run
With only a dream, that young silver-tongued devil convinced people he was the one
Once on the throne the king sometimes played jester, Leo sure liked to have fun 
 
Leo the Lion was a passionate soul who would do anything for his kingdom
Leo the Lion spun stories to gold, his heart was true and people loved him
Yes, those were the days we'd all laugh, dance and sing
Back when Leo the Lion was King.
 
The Queen of England one day woke to find that her busbies were weathered and worn.
How would she look in the eyes of the world, with her bearskins all tattered and torn?
Leo said “My Queen, please don't be alarmed, for your highness, we'll do what we can”
The world press reported that sixty two bears went from Timmins to Old Buckingham. 
 
Leo the Lion was a passionate soul who would do anything for his kingdom
Leo the Lion spun stories to gold, his heart was true and people loved him
Yes, those were the days we'd all laugh, dance and sing
Back when Leo the Lion was King.
 
Leo never lost the love of the game, he encouraged all children to play
When his teams needed things he couldn't borrow or beg, he'd reach in his pocket and pay
 
He knew his kingdom surrounded by riches would be better off if it grew
The mines would pay taxes the dominion would prosper and all folks would receive their due
So with his plan he went to see the man who could make this wish of his come true
The largest realm in the land was put in Leo's hands, back in 1972
 
Leo the Lion was a passionate soul who would do anything for his kingdom
Leo the Lion spun stories to gold, his heart was true and people loved him
Yes, those were the days we'd all laugh, dance and sing
Back when Leo the Lion was King.
Back when Leo the Lion was King.
When Leo Del Villano was King

Our Stories

Leo the Lion

Leo The Lion

Leslie John Costello
©2002- 2008 David Michael Hartt


As a young man he wore the blue maple leaf
And every young boy’s dream he achieved
But he left it behind because he believed
He had a higher calling; he had a higher calling

1957, prostrate on the floor,                                   Agnus Dei
Dedicating his life                                                   qui tollis
To the work of the Lord                                                 pecatta mundi    
Like St Martin, he cared for the poor                      Miserere
And those that we'd forgotten, 
Those that we'd forgotten                                              Nobis

Leslie John Costello would not like this song
You know Father Les he would think it was wrong
He was a regular guy who helped people get by
He didn't want praise and awards
A smile was the greatest reward

On Sunday mornings, he'd always be there           Agnus Dei
To give us a chuckle                                                qui tollis
and lead us in prayer                                           pecatta mundi
One day while hunting he gave us a scare               Miserere
We were relieved when they found him,               
We were relieved when they found him                   Nobis

Leslie John Costello would not like this song
You know Father Les he would think it was wrong
He was a regular guy who helped people get by
He didn't seek honour and praise
A smile was the greatest reward

A leader, a teacher, a man amongst men              
Whatever your creed he would still call you friend
He'd leave you laughing absolving your sins              
A Saint with an impish grin                                          

He'd lace up his skates for charity                             Agnus Dei
With the Flying Fathers                                               qui tollis
Brought great levity                                           pecatta mundi
December, Kincardine, a calamity                  Donna Nobis
We cried when we heard he'd fallen,                             
We cried when we heard he'd fallen                        Pace

Leslie John Costello would not like this song
You know Father Les he would think it was wrong
He was a regular guy who helped people get by
He didn't want praise and awards
A smile was the greatest reward

Leslie John Costello

Zolob (Climbed Up to the Sun)
©2007 - 2008 David Michael Hartt
 
 
Hundreds of feet below the winter snow
200 feet below the flame
We had waited there all night
But rescue never came.
Jackson broke the line so we could breathe
But it was too late for young Bill              
Zolob said he’d go for help
In case they thought us killed
 
Zolob Climbed Up to the Sun
Saying “Maybe I die, maybe not, but I go try”
Through the muck and through the mire
Through the dark the smoke the fire
He would not come undone
Zolob Climbed Up to the Sun
Zolob Climbed Up to the Sun
 
In the dim light I thought of my dreams 
For my children and my life
Of what I’d change if I leave, 
Of how I missed my wife
The last lamp failed I made my peace with God
Resigned myself to this grave
When from the darkness came a voice
And we knew we were saved.
 
Zolob Climbed Up to the Sun
Saying “Maybe I die, maybe not, but I go try”
Through the muck and through the mire
Through the dark the smoke the fire
He would not come undone
Zolob Climbed Up to the Sun
Zolob Climbed Up to the Sun
 
39 men lost their lives that day
Still 12 made it out alive
Were it not for Zolob’s bravery
We’d have died, 
We’d have died
 
Zolob Climbed Up to the Sun
Saying “Maybe I die, maybe not, but I go try”
Through the muck and through the mire
Through the dark the smoke the fire
He would not come undone
Zolob Climbed Up to the Sun
Zolob Climbed Up to the Sun

Zolob (Climbed Up to the Sun)

Zolob (Climbed Up To The Sun)

Messines (Little Green House)

Song recorded in 1987 by the re-united original members of Longshot, sans Shania.  This was supposed to be the B-side to the City of Timmins 75th Anniversary song but was turned down as the sponsors of the record wanted an instrumental of that same song. This has sat unreleased since then. The members of the group are David Michael Hartt (Vocals, Keys) Mike Mitchell (bass) Michael Chabot (drums) and the late Richard Dion on guitar.

All My Life

Words

Lucky Stars

When You Look Up At Night

BIG MOUTH SMALL WORDS
© 2024 David Michael Hartt (SOCAN)

Wise men, now spinning dust and bones
Are looking down upon the home
They constructed with care and compassion
Wondering who, what, when and why
Their well thought out plan went awry
Did truth and justice just go out of fashion?

Everybody’s running scared
Of spray tan man, combover hair
He has demands but has no plan  
He lashes out and lies he spouts
Wants to be crowned king of the fooled
Mollycoddles them til they drool
Tell me baby have you heard    
Of the Big Mouth with the Small Words

This narcissist’s speech is absurd
They’re hanging on to every word
As he panders platitudes to teeming crowds
Like that old biblical snake
Who put the human soul at stake
Did he just say the quiet part out loud?

His ego bruised quicker than fruit
He cannot handle the truth
Like a child caught in the act
With vitriol he strikes back
Did his targets all forget
The lesson learned when we were 3?
Sticks and stones may break my bones but 
Words will never hurt me.

Big Mouth Small Words

Sweetheart (song for Diane) feat Richard Dion

David Michael Hartt is a singer/songwriter originally from Timmins, but now living in Owen Sound ON. He has worked with many talented musicians from Shania Twain to Larry Jensen.  His writing style is in more of a storytelling vein as can be seen in his first album “Our Stories” which has songs that tell 10 stories of his hometown of Timmins, ON.  This is to be followed up in late 2023 with a second 10 song collection called “More Stories” which will continue to tell the stories of events and people of note. 
The newest release is “Keep On Driving”. The songs on this album were written mostly over the last few years with a reworking of a 1986 song, “When You Look Up At Night” and the inclusion of “All My Life” a song recorded with his old band “Longshot” in 1987.
David likes to inject a little humour in his songwriting but can write a great love song and does not shy away from wearing his strongly held beliefs on his sleeve. 
Apart from the aforementioned Longshot song and first single “Demon Seed” produced by the very talented Michael Lanteigne of Canadian Country Band Johnson’s Creek, the rest of the album was recorded, mixed and mastered at David’s home studio, with him playing or programming all of the instruments. 
As he is a prolific songwriter, another album is on the horizon for mid-2024 tentatively titled “We’ll Always Have Main St” which will contain some collaborations with other songwriters and musicians.
Presently he is looking into assembling a band to perform the songs from “Keep On Driving”, as apart from the odd open mic, he has not performed live in over 20 years.

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