THIS SONG IS DEDICATED TO MARK BENNETT ON HIS BIRTHDAY

PROLOGUE [PART ONE] BY DYLAN THOMAS

GUITAR AND VOCAL: DAVID SANDS

This day winding down now At God speeded summer's end
In the torrent salmon sun,In my seashaken house
On a breakneck of rocks 
Tangled with chirrup and fruit,
Froth, flute, fin, and quill

At a wood's dancing hoof,
By scummed, starfish sands With their fishwife cross
Gulls, pipers, cockles, and snails,
Out there, crow black, men
Tackled with clouds, who kneel To the sunset nets,

Geese nearly in heaven, boys Stabbing, and herons, and shells That speak seven seas,
Eternal waters away From the cities of nine
Days' night whose towers will catch
In the religious wind
Like stalks of tall, dry straw,
At poor peace I sing To you strangers 

(though song Is a burning and crested act, 
The fire of birds in The world's turning wood, For my swan, splay sounds),

Out of these seathumbed leaves That will fly and fall
Like leaves of trees and as soon Crumble and undie
Into the dogdayed night.
Seaward the salmon, sucked sun slips,
And the dumb swans drub blue
My dabbed bay's dusk, as I hack
This rumpus of shapes
For you to know

How I, a spining man, Glory also this star, bird
Roared, sea born, man torn, blood blest.
Hark: I trumpet the place,
From fish to jumping hill! Look:
I build my bellowing ark To the best of my love
As the flood begins,

Out of the fountainhead Of fear, rage read, manalive,
Molten and mountainous to stream Over the wound asleep 
Sheep white hollow farms


PROLOGUE PART ONE  DYLAN THOMAS DOGMAN THE DEMO

TAKEN FROM THE DOGMAN ALBUM 'THE CAT THAT SOLVED THE STRING THEORY' 
RELEASED BY EXPAT RECORDS USA IN MAY 2011

THIS TRACK FEATURES DOGMAN ON VOCALS AND ACOUSTIC GUITAR, MATT 'TWO PAWS' PAWSON ON ELECTRIC GUITAR, ANY PENNEY ON BASS AND MR SMITH ON PERCUSSION AND VARIOUS TREATMENTS.


IT'S A LOVE THING
(lyrics reproduced by kind permission © Dogman songs 2011)

I believe    A Higher Being wants us to sing     wants us to sing

Wants us to feel the beat    To tap our feet

Wants us to sing....


I believe    A Higher Being wants birds to sing     

wants birds to sing

Wants the day to break     help us to wake

for singing’s sake


I believe    A Higher Being wants Whales to sing     

wants Whales to sing

Wants the oceans to ring    It’s a love thing



I believe    A Higher Being wants us to sing     wants us to sing

Wants us to feel the beat    To tap our feet

CD BABY ALBUM LINK

ITS A LOVE THING (WITH VIDEO LINK)

Valentine Light (see alternative video by Brigitte Norman http://youtu.be/Od45xWmu9DE)

© (lyrics reproduced by kind permission © Dogman songs 2011)

Walk with me in the Valentine Light 

Let’s tell our hearts it’ll be alright

Don’t look back at the moon so bright

Come walk with me in the Valentine Light 


Dance with me in the Valentine Light 

Don’t catch a chill my lilywhite

Let’s catch our reflection in the river’s flight 

Come Dance with me in this Valentine night 


Lie with me ‘neath the Valentine Light

Under the willows in the twilight

Don’t turn your back on this earthly delight

Come lie with me on this Valentine night 


instrumental or middle 8


Remember this every Valentine night  

Let’s never leave each other’s side

Don’t break the spell or make us fight

Please remember this every Valentine night

VALENTINE LIGHT (WITH VIDEO LINK).wav

We know how it ends
(lyrics reproduced by kind permission © Dogman songs 2011)

Camera’s rolling - come on friends 
Lights - action - we know how it ends

BOY gets GIRL, Girl gets Boy oh JOY

Let’s make a film of - our lives - we can dream it in colour - 
or dream it in black and white Let’s make a film - of our lives 
First love, Happy - Tears - it’s our lives

Shout out action - shout cut - it’s a wrap but there’s one but

Who plays me - who plays you and who rescues who?

Let’s make a film (film) of our lives - we can dream it in colour - 
or dream it in black and white Let’s make a film - of our lives 
First love, Happy - Tears - it’s our lives
	
Try slow-mo and try long pan, 
Zoom in - just get it in the can

We know how it ends Come on friends We know how it ends

Let’s make a film of our lives - we can dream it in colour - 
or dream it in black and white Let’s make a film - of our lives 
First love, Happy - Tears - it’s our lives

You be Bergman I’ll be Tarentino   kiss and love those you know

Smiles and laughter Happy Ever After
We know how it ends - We know how it ends

WE KNOW HOW IT ENDS (LET'S MAKE A FILM OF OUR LIVES) AND VIDEO.wav

Taken from the album He chose the road, by Dogman aka David Sands
mixed by SmallFish Recordings

Retina (Looking for Mark Hollis mix)

© 2012 dogman-songs

Empty your eyes
let go of all - the hurt 

Empty your eyes
let go of all the hurts 
and the lies

Empty your mind
let the light in and you 
will stop being blind

Your empty heart
be filled with fresh love
and a new start

Live out this life
let go of the past and 
the future is bright
and the future is light

Empty your eyes
let go of what hurts
don’t you cry don’t you cry

He chose the road

RETINA RED (Looking For Mark Hollis Remix) DOGMAN AND MIKANS

‘Small acts of kindness’, as an expression, was the inspiration behind an idea - not to use people’s names - but to use a phrase that would say everything about them. The song was first a simple Dogman poem that, when it was first read out loud, brought tears to his wife. She even insisted that it should remain as a poem and not become a song but Dogman could not resist suing it as a lyric. 
The song melody came quickly in part inspired by the music of Neil Young, and was the subject of an emotion about bullying. 

Dogman, like so many others, IS incredibly saddened by the story of East Lancashire teenager Sophie Lancaster who was so brutally killed and her partner seriously injured when a cowardly bunch of drunken youths attacked them in a park. All, can anyone truly believe in this day and age of 'live and let live', because they were dressed in Goth-style clothes? 

That bullying can go on in school, in work, in relationships upsets Dogman because, like many children that experience a dysfunctional-childhood, he was once bullied.

Small acts of Kindness - which first appeared on the Dogman ‘The Whisperer’ album - is loved at Dogman live concerts. It is often quoted as a favourite track on his new album and more so when its theme is explained. Incidentally, the brief guitar-lead is played by Dogman’s son, Jonathan Sands, a Liverpool-based musician who was visiting the studio during a recording session. It’s played on Dogman’s favourite Guild acoustic. 

Friends, family and fans who bought his new album, ‘The cat that solved The String Theory’, have sent in photographs, many with dogs, cats and pets, with the album and these have been used in the Expat Records video which can be viewed here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TNuMZaDkBxw


Small acts of kindness
(lyrics reproduced by kind permission © Dogman songs 2010)

Small acts of kindness      never said each other’s name
they lived in a cottage     down a never ending lane 

They counted every penny     shared fewer words
took crumbs from their table     and fed the little birds

Though they barely had enough     everything they shared
this is how Small acts of kindness  showed that they cared 

Some called them witches    worse still when they laughed
they threw stones           ‘til  every window cracked


Small acts of kindness       kept a stray dog indoors
when cold winds came a calling   gave pennies to the poor

Small acts of kindness   passed away this Spring
and though they left nothing       their names - 

their names - the birds still sing - still sing - still sing

                                                    





SMALL ACTS OF KINDNESS - WITH VIDEO

Got to believe (Tinsel Town in the rain) 
© 2013 Dogman songs

All is lost   and found    and I’m homeward bound
Memories  are    upside down   like Tinsel Town 
Time to believe  in a deceit   with my feet on the ground
Believe    Got to Believe  believe   

Closing Time  drunks and lovers  are staggering home
In shop windows  a lone wolf    and another one
Walk Empty streets  in disbelief   you might be gone
Believe    Got to Believe  believe   

Ghosts live here    in the rain   they shape and shift
Hollow walls   steep incline   sinking ship
Time fades  silent lips   waits for this …. Waits for his
Believe    Got to Believe  believe   
or it’s time to leave 

All is lost   and found    and I’m homeward bound
Memories  are    upside down   like Tinsel Town 


GOT TO BELIEVE DEMO DOGMAN-MIKANS(Tinsel Town Is In The Rain)

A tune written as a trbute to Neil Young with references to his songs. 
new version 
Written and recorded by Dogman for his band River in 2000/2001 and then updated by Mikans and Dogman for their joint project under  'The Crossbreed' in 2010.  

I have now replaced the original file with the DRAMA REMIX which gives the song an even more epic feel. hear the gun shots at the end ...

It will be included in a debut album - The Day the Music Dawned  - to be released 2012/2013


LIKE AN INCA IN THE SUN  

You were mining hearts for silver and gold 
You saw spaceships - they played-your-guitar	
Look at the old man - now that’s what you are 
Working those strings like an Indian warrior

Your head dress is here  to behold (tell you why - tell you why) 
Forever young    singing songs (for us)   Like the sun to the Incas
Forever young     the only one.


You were fire inside     
Crosby, Stills and Nash 
Chief Crazy Horse       Always down by-the-river
Hear a war cry      - see a broken arrow 
It’s better to be 60 on Sugar-mountain-mister

Your visions     come - to pass        (I’ll tell you why - tell you why)
Forever young    singing songs (for us)      Like Incas in the sun
Forever young     the only one

You walked with your daddy in a golden sun 
It’s a new day for us but it’s-just-begun

Don’t let it bring you down until it’s done until tin soldiers   - run from fire and the gun 

Music for a new world - for everyone (I’ll tell you why - tell you why)

Forever young    singing songs      Like Incas in the sun

OUTRO Forever young     singing songs     You’ll always be the one - the only one
Forever young   singing songs  the only one     forever young

LIKE AN INCA (TRIBUTE TO NEIL YOUNG) THE NEW CROSSBREED REMIX

Tinsel Town is surely the best known of The Blue Nile songs. 

When Liverpool-based Johnny Sands was recording for his 'Vandal in Berlin' band about 10 years ago, he took time to  record his cover of this song (for my birthday) as he is not only a fan but knew it is one of my favourite songs of all time.

I saw him perform it live many times, most notably on the same bill as Magnet who was stood alongside me and sang his praises. While I know it's a sacred cow to some - I love that he recorded this for me. Nothing beats the voice of Paul Buchanan and the bass of Robert Bell and synths of PJ Moore together but...  when a son's sings his heart out for me... Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.

Dr David Sands, October 2017

TINSELTOWN IN THE RAIN (The Blue Nile) Johnny Sands (recorded for his dad)

A track from my last album, He chose the road, featuring Mikans piano and atmospheres and Dogman on acoustic guitar and vocals

This is a soundtrack idea for a moment in time. 

Ray of Love (A Walk in Astley Park, Chorley) Dogman ft Mikans
(Lyrics © Dogman 2012)

On this brilliant frosted morning-sounds of true voices surface above noisy flocks of geese, 
the ducks and the common terns - as they squabble in this thaw

A walk has me under clear, azure sky Polaroid frozen lake is a slow dissolving 
Metamorphosis snapshot splinters and cracks on the lake are like fragments of mirrors

Ray of love

Behind that innocence smile hurt haunts away a steaming stream of my laughing breath 
And I find myself longing for your hand to catch a cloud of your breath - to make it mine 

Ray of love

Was I a geologist walking guessing at the significance of past events or am I a meteorologist searching the sky looking for a prediction in the heavenly bodies and the Cubist ice panes on the lake table-top where winter’s fingers touch

Ray of love

Were we just field samples - taken from a known depth - from such different ecologies seduced by our waiting fate and is this frigid lake – just a metaphor - for our recorded life - for our recorded life - with pictures conversing back and forwards

Forgive me for I am nothing a fragile patient sick with stupidity
This illness has a second hidden symptom that denies a decade’s ray of love

Ray of love - Ray of love - Ray of love….

Ray of Love (A Walk in Astley Park, Chorley) Dogman ft Mikans

Acoustic demo - took a poem about walking in Astley Park Chorley (Lancashire)with an ex-partner and regretting the heartache  the end of a relationship causes to all involved...
Winter Walk in Astley Park

On this brilliantly frosted morning 
all sounds of true voices surface 
above the noisy flocks of geese, 
ducks and common terns 
as they squabble in this thaw

A walk guides me under   a clean azure sky 
Polaroid frozen in ice  Ahead, the lake is a slow 
dissolving metamorphism  a snapshot in time 
with images embedded splinters and cracks 

on the lake tarnished fragments and edges of mirrors

ray of love

Behind that innocent smile  the hurt haunts away 
a steaming stream of my laughing breath
I find myself longing for your hand to catch a cloud of your exhaled breath to make it as mine but life is not neat like nature With rhythmic seasons 

whose days on days form sediment layers in time 

Was I now a geologist walking while guessing 
at significance past events Or a meteorologist 
searching the sky for a prediction in heavenly bodies 
Cubist ice panes on the lake scratched table top   

Winter’s fingers touch

ray of love

Were we field samples taken from a known depth 
from such very different ecologies
Seduced in our waiting fate and is the frigid lake 
a metaphor for our recorded life?

Forgive me for I am nothing  more than a fragile patient  who is sick with stupidity
This illness has secondary hidden symptoms 
that denies more than a decade’s ray of love

ray of love ray of love
rays of love

 



ray of love

Scoring each sequence 
now flash struck 
by a reconnaissance sun 
burnishing a marching line 
of leaden trees halted to attention 
they step aside for a welcome childhood walk 
a bridlepath sounding subliminal 
and rhythmic steps
A journey of advancing thoughts and memory          
with pictures conversing back and forwards

Ray of Love (A Walk in Astley Park, Chorley) Dogman ft Mikans
(Lyrics © Dogman 2012)

On this brilliant frosted morning-sounds of true voices surface above noisy flocks of geese, ducks and the common terns - as they squabble in this thaw

A walk has me under clear, azure sky Polaroid frozen lake is a slow dissolving 
Metamorphosis snapshot splinters and cracks on the lake are like fragments of mirrors

Ray of love

Behind that innocence smile hurt haunts away a steaming stream of my laughing breath 
And I find myself longing for your hand to catch a cloud of your breath - to make it mine 

Ray of love

Was I a geologist walking guessing at the significance of past events or am I a meteorologist searching the sky looking for a prediction in the heavenly bodies and the Cubist ice panes on the lake table-top where winter’s fingers touch

Ray of love

Were we just field samples - taken from a known depth - from such different ecologies seduced by our waiting fate and is this frigid lake – just a metaphor - for our recorded life - for our recorded life - with pictures conversing back and forwards

Forgive me for I am nothing a fragile patient sick with stupidity
This illness has a second hidden symptom that denies a decade’s ray of love

Ray of love - Ray of love - Ray of love….

Ray Of Love (Demo) Dogman unplugged

[Try spoken or sung by a girl's voice]

Do you remember driving to the woods
Sun burning down n’ feeling so good
Like Amsterdam night never ashamed
Like David Crosby 
Couldn’t remember my name

[me or you would sing]
Do  you remember - do you recall - 
Do you remember  - 
when we had no fear at all 

Drifts of deep snow Reelig Glen stone cold
Driving to Stonehenge - giant fallen stone 
Druids in the sunlight - hands held to hold
Running through fields on the long way home

Do  you remember - do you recall 
Do you remember  - 
when we had no fear at all

Driving into the sea on a sky-blue day 
Skinny dipping alone in Donegal Bay
Tiny shrimps in waves tickling our toes
After the Giant’s Causeway where all tourists go

Do  you remember - do you recall - 
Do you remember  - 
when we had no fear at all - and loved it all

Do you remember - do you recall - Do you remember  - 
when we had no fear at all - and loved it all

End

DO YOU REMEMBER GUITAR AND TREATMENT EDIT

TINSEL TOWN IN THE RAIN THE BLUE NILE JOHNNY SANDS

Taken from the Original Soundtrack Middleschoolfrown
remix Guitars and vocal and lyrics, Dogman


HEART MELT SEASHORE
(lyrics © Dogman songs 2012)

Like the French Lieutenant’s woman 		
she waits on the harbour wall

Skirt billowing  bonnet blowing 	

but it’s a love 	but it’s love 
but it’s a love she has already felt

On this heart melt 		seashore 		

she knows the way

Now he’s coming back       

and a blue sky chases off the grey 

Seagulls skim the waves 
wingtips tease the swell

The day her lover returns 
he’s the one she’ll kiss and tell  

On this heart melt 		seashore 		

she knows the way

Now he’s coming back       

and a blue sky chases off the grey 

Heart Melt SeaShore Dogman ft Middleschoolfrown

The trouble I’m in	

(early unplugged David Sands(vocal/acoustic guitar) Demo mix by Anthony Brown, featuring Roy J Taylor on flute and Matt Pawson second guitar) 

(lyrics © Dogman songs 2011)

Come to me as Bathsheba 	come to me as Jezebel
Draw me into heaven 	pull me back from hell

I can see that come on       	You are giving
I can see the trouble I’m in   but the pleasure is in 	living


Come to me as Keeler   Come to me as Monroe
Draw me into pleasure 	show me what you know

I can see you there      	In the shadows
I can see the trouble I’m in     and the pleasure grows 


They call you sirens 	pull us onto rocks
all I see is beauty there 	to be 		unlocked


Come to me as Mata Hari 	Come to me as Roxanne
Draw me into your eyes 	make me your man 

I can feel everything   		When you’re dancing
I can see the trouble I’m in     but the pleasure is in 	living

THE TROUBLE I'M IN DAVID SANDS ft Roy Taylor (flute) Matt Pawson DEMO

An Imagined Meeting 	

For International Dylan Thomas Day May 14th 2019
Words 	David D Sands 
Soundscapes 	Jeff Bernstein 


Imagine, a universe existing of two sons of daughters
Flames that set fire to stars made suns for the celestial

The night watch a Great Blue Heron Black-Crowned Heron 

Made magnificent with wings outspread with good intent

To close the portal to sordid accounts without confession

To follow summer boys through parks and into dreams

In haunted hollows where dark shadows fear laughter 

They have suns at head and foot in the firmaments 

Arcturus with Spica to plough star fields until daybreak 

Hears sounds made by fishes playing hide and seek 

As brush-strokes in the heavens mirror Oystercatchers 

Walking to wake the silver on surface the salt marsh waters

A scene set for a birth began in a bustling Covent Garden 

When darkness ended the dawn came with a womb exit

Where a boy grew tall to sketch and paint the heavens

Written on a blackboard night for when the stars return

Chasing out the barrow boys ears green as spring

Clouds chase over the Mendip hills and down to Uplands

In late October a cherub face appeared with a fuse lit

And cried until his cheeks were a chestnut pattern

Which is why autumn is the colour of all his sayings  

Where Dylan Thomas grew a fallen tree now stands
Anchored in a ploughman’s soil in a sea of chains
His boughs made from words its buds forever open

A writer of Kaleidoscope words made them for lust 

To disguise the notes that Stravinsky once composed

A sound for owls inside the cowls that chastise a moon child 

Climbed a spindle tree to catch the cuckoo that filled a nest 

As swifts over Fern Hill snatch the flies that swarmed bracken

Far from mills that stand brick by brick with London chimneys 

A Painter of Hieroglyphic ships sails them into canvas

Creating sea battles to sounds of wrecked sunken ships

William Turner channelled Vivaldi within all seasons

He nods to a herons as a wren would judge all men
Mr Jackdaw will find a quill to draw a mighty pen

When eventide arrived his paints are made into dusk
Proclamations Turner and Thomas nailed to every mast

To glimmer in the gold of finches that stand still

Call time on yellow hosts of dandelions as they tick 

Tock as Father Time lives in clocks that cannot chime

When the nineteenth century cuckolded my foreign birth

Austerity made siege in my second year to heaven

When a silent rage died of light on November 9, 1953

Where a brief firework life and death come to pass

Rain that made a nettle bed kneel 	barked at dogs

Told crows to wend fields listening for worms verse
Petrichor tainting truants in search of speckled eggs
Hidden in stubble the colour of soil beneath a curlew 

The wind that lifts a leaf made the sails turn for millstones 

Sent ghost white seeds of yellow flowers in their graveyards 

When magpies rattle at break of day the crows have wormed

Storms that howled down a moon made a ninth wave sea

Waves break on shorelines the way their minds merge

And share The Heron in the 1815 Book of ornithology

Watch the same view of Oxford from Headington Hill

Compose a theme for Antonio as ‘weather turned around’

As this imagining draws to a curtain close

Igor’s funereal trombone plays a deathly dirge 
Drowning out chorus birds that sing loud for a new day 
When shadows cast down on earth above ancestral bones

An Imagined Meeting (demo)

AN IMAGINARY MEETING BY DAVID D SANDS JEFF BERNSTEIN Dylan Thomas

DR DAVID SANDS AKA DOGMAN COVERS A FAVOURITE 

YUSUF/CAT STEVENS SHOWED ME THE G sus chord!!

lovely lyrics by catstevens

I built my house from barley rice 
Green pepper walls and water ice 
Tables of paper wood, windows of light 
And everything emptying into white. 

A simple garden, with acres of sky 
A Brown-haired dogmouse If one dropped by 
Yellow Delanie would sleep well at night With everything emptying into white. 

A sad blue eyed drummer rehearses outside 
Black spider dancing on top of his eye 
Red legged chicken stands ready to strike 
And everything emptying into white. 

I built my house from barley rice  Green pepper walls and water ice 
And everything emptying into white

INTO WHITE DOGMAN COVER CAT STEVENS DEMO

I was having a laugh one day and recorded Old Man in the style of Bob - I listened to it again today while looking for another track and it made me laugh...  The singing in a gravel voice nearly made me give in at the end - the cough tells it all

OLD MAN  [NEIL YOUNG]  IN BOB DYLAN STYLE

THE LATEST CREATION IS BASED ON AN ACOUSTIC DOGMAN SONG, NEWTON'S DELIGHT - WITH A SECOND ACOUSTIC-FUSION VERSION FOR THE CROSSBREED PROJECT WITH ADDED TREATMENTS FROM MIKANS. MATT BAKER HAS THEN CREATED AN AMBIENT MIX, NEWTON'S SPACEFLIGHT DELIGHT FOR THIS FINAL THE WHITE CHURCH VERSION.
THIS PIECE IS IN SIX PARTS - BEGINNING WITH THE ACOUSTIC CROSSBREED THREE PARTS, LOST IN SPACE AMBIENT TWO PARTS AND THE FINAL SECTION.



THIS WILL BE A SET OF COMPOSITIONS - LYRICS AND VOCALS BY DOGMAN - TREATMENTS BY MIKANS - WHICH WE HOPEFULLY INTEND FOR A FUTURE ALBUM RELEASE.
 
IT IS A PROJECT WHERE WE ALSO  INVITE FELLOW MUSICIANS TO CONTRIBUTE. 

NOTHING LOST BUT SOMETHING CAN BE GAINED. EDIT OR 12 " VERSIONS WILL ARRIVE FOR THOSE WITH A SHORT ATTENTION SPAN AND THOSE WHO ARE EASILY BORED DURING LONG COMPOSITIONS.

NEWTON'S SPACE FLIGHT DELIGHT  THE WHITE CHURCH

Dogman - known as 'the English Neil Young' was raised by the wolves of Winter Hill. downloadable from from CDBaby, I-Tunes or Amazon or buy the DIGIPAK - He Chose The Road - The Cat that solved The String Theory and The Whisperer.
David Sands is a singer-songwriter who enjoys playing intimate gigs MY BLOG http://dogman-dogman-david-sands.blogspot.com

'THE CAT THAT SOLVED THE STRING THEORY.  'THE WHISPERER', 2010 (CD BABY, I-Tunes and Amazon) includes early studio tracks. ~~~~~~~~~
"The 'English Neil Young' comparable with artists like early Townes Van Zandt, David Gates, Ryan Adams, Sufjan Stevens, Roy Harper and Mark Knopfler  - Home Fire and Love Thing played on BBC6 Music and included in Podcasts.

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MIKANS (Matt Baker) collaborates brilliantly on many tunes and on early songs 'Like an Inca in the sun' (Tribute to Neil Young) a sound epic. We are known as THE CROSSBREED. https://soundcloud.com/the-crossbreed
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Soundcloud Artist of the Day March 2011 
Was signed to Expat Records the Internet 'firework sensation' now a damp squid.

DOGMAN aka DAVID SANDS

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