@emmazen: Emma that's what makes this song more real that it's about my beautiful wife.. she's a forensic scientist (expert) and is not flustered when my head is in the clouds! 

@danthomas240: Cheers Dan. Pleased you like it and thanks for the compliment. Will let you know when the Jims Cafe gig is coming up and would be good to see you and have a proper chat. 

No planes were shot down in the making of this video for Spitfire.

Excellent work - the video's outstanding too. Very enjoyable.

http://dogman-dogman-david-sands.blogspot.com/2011/05/story-behind-song-spitfire.html

@marco-fontaine: by the way, do you ever wake up in the middle of the night to find yourself in mid howl on a lonely clifftop? Me too!! Wolf conditioning

Wonderful picture you paint David lovely song:)

Youtube
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1gQ8yzPykTo


TAKEN FROM THE ALBUM 'THE CAT THAT SOLVED THE STRING THEORY' TO BE RELEASED 13TH MAY 2011

	Spitfire
(lyrics reproduced by kind permission © Dogman songs 2011)

She’s Spitfire 	spitfire
All guns blazing - she’s amazing

In a dog fight - she’s always right
No such thing - friendly fire

Spitfire - she’s Spitfire
Here she come     out of the sun

All guns blazing - she’s amazing
Fighting her corner - for her honour
Spitfire     Spitfire 

Me I’m her ME109 - I take my time
in a Dogfight - my bark is my bite
and I Say - nein nein nein - I’m her ME 109

Spitfire - ME 109 	
She’s fire - Spitfire   
Rolls Royce - no choice 
Merlin or Messerschmitt  We know which she is...

Tail spins - she wins 
Smoke trails  Spitfire.... Spitfire

ALBUM ON CD BABY

SPITFIRE (WITH VIDEO LINK)

piano drops, vol. 01

expecting to fly

Shook

In The Clouds II IV

SPOKEN WORD WITH SOUNDSCAPE

Released on the 70th anniversary of dropping the atomic bomb on Japan in WW2

Mikans (Matt Baker) all music soundscape and mix - this edit taken from 12" remix by Mikans

Words by Dogman aka David Sands

Photograph David Sands (taken overhead of rowboat from Lake Windermere) 
 

Little Boy Fat Man EDIT MIKANS ft DOGMAN

Cleaned and mixed by Les Norman (Narziss) this is still a work in progress


Hale-Bopp - The second coming



Our journey was made memorable 

		on that butter-sun Spring day

when we crossed the ragged neck 

		of England’s pointless wars 

and came to a spill of cliff-cloned cottages 

		at Robin Hoods Bay

its rope-road led us to a humpback 

		sea serpent of tidal scaurs


We rolled down past doll houses where 

		silk bales once passed from door 

to door to be spirited unseen with a code 

		of slow warning knocks

You could smell flint and powder of those 

		smugglers who dropped silent 

anchors on a ochre sea floor 

		with the spy Excise caught cold 

perched on a pincushion grass-coated headland 

		and fused fossil rocks 



That night an inherited sight appeared to my Eden eye
it was as if we are only infinitesimal trickles of sand grains 
being swept endlessly back and forth on cosmic tides
As gentle earth hung under a moon the slowing waves 
chastised my inner child as C/1995 01 burnt a runway light 
across a bible blue, starry-eyed North

Like an ocean ship to a castaway Hale-Bopp was deaf to me 
A Will o’ the Wisp briefly caught by Jupiter in terms of time 
In a universal lasso by that planet of the great God gravity 

Now the comet, snailing above me, having lost an orbit of two 
and a half millennia seemed to be like a prodigal son 
that would not be returning until 4530




I stare at photographs 

					First Hale-Bopp and then Matthew 

He becomes one with that comet shyly 

	splendid with his bleach white 

hair almost hidden under a cowboy hat 

	and where he will now stand forever 

cliff-high in that sun-gilded bay

	offering smiled innocence 

					that heroin has easily stolen from us
	






A ghostly day to be scared

	when a father’s head was turned 

by an unfaithful white heart 

	now beats for a fresh red bloom 


That night a slow camera shutter 
	
	invited in the comet 

to be photographed and guarded
 
	by six chimney pots 

parade beyond the hotel room  
			
					click-click. blink, click-click

a view that framed an Easter backdrop 

	of snowdrop stars 

painted in galactic ink 

	on a clear vault to twilight heaven 

				April nineteen hundred and ninety seven 

Anno Domini Nostri Iesu Christi 









Old Testament sky 

Was a Comet’s appearance in unpolluted skies 

	a sight-sign cosmic Albatross?
of true wondering-ment to Neolithic minds
with imaginations brim-sparking into building 
shadow long barrow graves and cup-marking granite brick  

Was it the Iced Irish sea or Merlin 

	moved the giant stones? 
from Preseli hills four tonnes conjuring a healing 
prize, floated on rafts, did those glacially blessed 
slabs of once molten core make the Avon and Frome rivers rise?

Up his sleeve, were Arthurian masses 

	forced to heave by day?
by night did they sing as they turned, rolled and floated 
the two thousand furlongs; do we believe it was man magic 
or a fog driving battle-line of knights, molten tin, copper alchemy


Mediaeval Bronze achieved Stonehenge











New Testament sky

Oh come, ethereal cometary flame and radiate a silent Sodium arc 

Come to us a old fire glo-worming 
	in cloaks of cosmic dust 
Bring great fortune for they of holy signs and burn your mark
on those false and foolish Apostles 
	lost in their suicidal lust
Blessed are they that your trinity tails have crossed 
upon earth’s Hemispheric stage
	as God’s firework fizzled 
above a jet-pebbled jigsaw coast

Unbible 39 Philistines from  a Dead Sea Scroll age 

Light up through vacuum 
	with your luminosity 
Oh great celestial Albatross 
Hung around the neck of fools of a Next Level 
		Heaven’s Gate
endowed with dollars and quarters that night
	burnt unbelievers could only wait
to melt with their currency 
		never worth a Widow’s mite
Bring forth thy might deuterium 
	that could have belly-swelled 
earth’s oceans twice


Dare Sirius outshine a starlet’s smelt
as its Argon basks in our reflected Sun as cometary ice
There is arrogance in skirting Neptune’s Kuiper belt 
And still find time to illuminate the Place de l’Alma underpass 
Were you an omen for a Princess’s sacrifice?





Hubble sentry detecting continental-sized clouds 
brilliance once unseen now a backdrop epochs of orbits 

	a galactic dust bowl after the goldrush 
if only we could cross such universal boundaries
where stars spin dim in a Constellation crest of Sagittarius 

	there a Third Eye of Heaven 

where a perihelion will go

		and what was once mist 

to Nicolaus Copernicus

		are now massed stars blizzard snow

Pegasus flew that twenty four
			ashes to astrophysics 
Earth View paraphernalia 
			for each year of days 
one mile carbon once more
		seven grams of death dust 
	returned to sender 
on North East Australia















Stonehenge sky

Dawn draws her blinds open on Salisbury plain 
to warm the resonating ring of bread-loaf sarcens in celestial glow 
a metamorphism takes place, and an emerging palace dries its wings
formed from stiff commandments stone which now burns sacred blue 
and hums the secret of Pi, they guarded for millennia of hail rains 
a stack of faces smacked by fish shoals from ocean rain spouts

The Triatholons, make changes again, and are razed 
to become play-bricks the Gods left behind for mortals to rebuild 
but they appear discarded and bone-bare, shrine-holy with walls 
where extinct priests once held up willow arms to catch light streams
silent explosions in a circle of circle the Welsh worn healing stones
now Stonehenge casts shadow-whales where bison grazed

Anno Domini


























Will bold comets

	like our stars, continue to come

until kingdom come



Are they Hermes and Prometheus 

	The friends of thieves
 
messengers telling us 

	time steals our sun

be as one
 
	with wise Mercurius
	
and return the eternal fire when it is lost from us


July 2011

HALE BOPP  (THE SECOND COMING)      Music by Bravenote and Dogman

Epic song. Just a rough demo to get the ideas down.

PICTURE BY BERNARD NOBLETT

This is the full lyric

The lighthouse keeper’s daughter

© 2012 dogman-songs

He can only desire [ whispered]

her eyes - the dye of dark water- her soft skin-like the first fall of snow 

drag him down-by each cold-scarecrow limb-she’s a deadly undertow  

He can only desire [spoken]


This lithe woman whom-his stare-sought to capture-in that single glance

but lightening needs-no call     to strike home   only a single chance

at the sleeping  foot-high above angry seas-beyond  a dolphin’s dance


He can only stare [shouted]


At capsized  cobbled streets-falls as steep-as Robin Hood’s Bay
he made a trace-of the jigsaw coast-from fishing village-to ferry boat 

his hands hold fast-the rusted rail -in driven rain-a memory map way
of the ferry’s wake-as it slow-ly vanishes-from this-fog-foxed day    



Today he steps manly on her island [spoken]

She’s been gone years - the man spits -lighthouse is not for a girl to be

His head shakes- as he draws a darkening door  back to the swirling sea.

Seven years was always seven too long [echoed]

THE LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER'S DAUGHTER (demo) featuring MIKANS

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)

THIS IS A GREEN SONG

EARTH PLC

(lyrics reproduced by kind permission © Dogman songs 2011)

This uni-verse do we - converse 
Can it get - can it get - any worse
With the Hubble - will we see double
Are the Aliens - we seek - in trouble


 Are we ants on this hill   - are we just an overspill
Are we frozen in their beams  Are we living - our lives - in a dream

Our millions   Blue Planet billions       
Will our future be our lost pavilions
Big Bang birth did we became ‘The Earth’   
But Do we know - do we know - our worth


Are we grains on this beach - are we just out of reach
Are we frozen in their beams  Are we living  - our lives - in a dream

And we know - when the world - is spinning around
We know   when our world  - is going to down 
and we know - when our feet  are touching ground. 
We know, we know - we know....

This uni-verse   is it in reverse 
Can it get - can it get - any worse
Its you and me - we’re earth plc 
Buy shares - this is - our universe   

And we’ll know - when the world - comes spinning around
We know   when our world  - is going to down
(we know - repeat)  
when our feet   are touching ground  we’ll know....





EARTH PLC DOGMAN AKA DAVID SANDS

For SATB and organ 
Francis Jackson's spirited setting of Psalm 150 is steeped in the English choral tradition. With contrapuntal writing, engaging interplay between choir and organ, effective word painting, and virtuosic organ writing, 'O praise God in his sanctuary' is a welcome addition to the service repertory.

More on the OUP site

O praise God in his sanctuary — Francis Jackson

Dylan Thomas' beautiful short story about George Hooping (Extraordinary Little Cough) first appeared in Portrait of the Artist as a Young Dog. It tells the tale of a young Dylan, Dan, Sidney and the eponymous George taking a camping trip at the extreme western end of the Gower Peninsula....
We first performed this in 2014 at the National Trust reserve at Worm's Head above Rhossili Bay for the Dylan Thomas centenary celebrations. We present here as an audiobook read by Adrian Metcalfe.
With thanks to Hannah Ellis, David Higham Associates and Orion Publishers for permission to record this piece.

Extraordinary Little Cough by Dylan Thomas

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.

SPITFIRE (WITH VIDEO LINK)

DOGMAN aka DAVID SANDS

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