DISTINCTIVE CHARISMA
Words and Music by Danny Caing

No more than what I said
Probably have more reason to fear
Who would have ever guessed
I'm more amazed than any of you

The first sign of trouble
So why do I feel so uneasy
Look much too far from here
I will take whatever I can find

More of a pinkish shape
There were few clouds in the crimson sky
I can appreciate that
A vigorous pace through the garden

It's hard to imagine
Whatever small dispute may arise
I could get used to this
and thanks for letting me stroll

DISTINCTIVE CHARISMA by Danny Caing

BABY COME WITH ME
Words and Music by Danny Caing


Her smile was wonderful
Touched my face with a tender gesture
Baby come with me
Baby come with me

Her eyes were crystal clear
She was lovely as her laughter
Baby come with me
Baby come with me

Up ahead I could see her
Coming across the water
Like a child that floats in the air
Her eyes were dark as her hair

Her smile was wonderful
Touched my face with a tender gesture
Baby come with me
Baby come with me

Her eyes were crystal clear
She was lovely as her laughter
Baby come with me
Baby come with me

In my thoughts, I could feel her
She was just a little girl
In her touch, things get better
Mark my word as an offer

BABY COME WITH ME by Danny Caing

BLANKS TO BLACK
Words and Music by Danny Caing  


Everyone's out of reach
Running on the golden sand beach
Something in one's blindness
Miniature sun of the goddess

Why should memories be so cloudy?
Bemused as the darkened scene that blocks the way
Reaching out a thin thread of thought back
While the entire image blanks to black

Why should memories be so cloudy?
Bemused as the darkened scene that blocks the way
Reaching out a thin thread of thought back
While the entire image blanks to black

Figures in the chapel
There stands a single white candle
It's time the GODS to fly
And darkness will fall from the sky

Why should memories be so cloudy?
Bemused as the darkened scene that blocks the way
Reaching out a thin thread of thought back
While the entire image blanks to black

Why should memories be so cloudy
Bemused as darkened scene that block the way
Reaching out a thin thread of thought back
While the entire image blanks to black

Nickole Poklay