Dana Immanuel

Dana Immanuel

 London, England, GBR
BandAmericanaSinger/Songwriter

Filthy yet honeyed acoustic Americana - like the Cadburys Caramel bunny having a very bad day, in a swamp, somewhere in North London.

Biography

Armed with a guitar, a banjo and an assortment of bluesy and folky musical collaborators, Dana Immanuel's peculiar brand of dark yet honey-voiced Americana and pseudo-folk could be bottled and sold as moonshine.

With a performance style honed by years of professional busking and an attitude shaped by years working in the poker industry, her influences range from from Alice Cooper to Ani Difranco to Tom Waits, via Hank Williams and the local dope peddler. Whether solo and acoustic or supported by just percussion, or with the Amazing Floating Band, her live show is not to be missed.

Lyrics

Motherfucking Whore

Written By: Dana Immanuel

I must be such a bore, you got one eye on me, one eye fixed on the door
You can't resist its pull, so go ahead and bow to the inevitable
I still get my say, I've spent all day writing on your wall in a back-stab slash-cut scrawl says this ain't my number and baby don't call

Well don't the blood feel good welling up in your chest
Well baby don't you feel good, don't you feel blessed?
Just a taste the second time will keep you wanting more so fuck that dirty motherfucker like a motherfucking whore

Don't just stand around, if you're giving up then you're going down
There's the plank, here's a tip - keep a hold of your valuables when jumping ship
This is your reward but where the party's at is overboard and you're hunched and teetering on your heels, wondering how good drowning feels

Well don't the blood feel good welling up in your chest
Well baby don't you feel good, don't you feel blessed?
Just a taste the second time will keep you wanting more so fuck that dirty motherfucker like a motherfucking whore

You don't even try, oh look something's caught your eye and I bet you feel a shiver in your spine 'cause it's got to be gold, baby, if it shines
Well I got no line, I got no hook, and it ain't mine, that bait you took
I know your kind and I know that look, one part divine and two parts crook

Well don't the blood feel good welling up in your chest
Well baby don't you feel good, don't you feel blessed?
Just a taste the second time will keep you wanting more so fuck that dirty motherfucker like a motherfucking whore

Sidekick

Written By: Dana Immanuel

I am losing again but my cards have got to come around eventually
And I tell you my friend, soon as my luck changes nothing will stop me

And I always wanted to be you
To walk the walk, talk the talk, do all the things I've seen you do
Jealousy's no sin when only one of us was born to win

I need a reason to feel blessed
I'll be your sidekick, will you be impressed?

I want to go all the way
I do my best but put to the test I just achieve a fraction
And what can I say?
I try to be myself, end up fighting my gut reaction

I need a reason to feel blessed
I'll be your sidekick, will you be impressed?

Leaving town left behind
I wish I could, I wish, oh would that wishing made things so
It's all in the mind
What's in the way, what makes me stay my easy come, my easy go

I need a reason to feel blessed
I'll be your sidekick, will you be impressed?

And don't you fail? Don't you ever fail?
Don't you fail? Don't you?
And don't you fail? Don't you ever fail?
Don't you fail? Don't you?

John Wayne

Written By: Dana Immanuel

Oh sweet sweet, I always though you were born to lead
But baby don't like it when baby don't win
You got a pair of right shoes but I've got brand new skin

Say oh oh-oh, something's gotta change
Hit like a bullet between the eyes at close range
Fired by the ghost of John Wayne on TV
Firing straight from the hip and straight out into me

Not content with being an asshole you just had to be a dick
And I think it might be catching, and I don't want to get sick
You know it's terminal, it's not just like some habit you can kick
But oh, ladies and gentlemen, for my next trick:

Sing oh oh-oh, something's gotta change
Hit like a bullet between the eyes at close range
Fired by the ghost of John Wayne on TV
Firing straight from the hip and straight out into me

Now you can't fool yourself for long like you can't see the sky
When its overwhelming whiteness goes and overwhelms the eye
And you squint into the distance, trying to make sense
But no matter where you look it's always somewhere else

And say oh oh-oh, something's gotta change
Hit like a bullet between the eyes at close range
Fired by the ghost of John Wayne on TV
Firing straight from the hip and straight out into me

Nashville

Written By: Dana Immanuel

Cut it out now, hold it back
You're due a change of tune, a change of tack
Fuck that tried and tested track
Drown it like a kitten in a sack
I'm losing patience now because
This movie isn't what I thought it was
Yeah I'm feeling pretty psyched, I feel like maybe I've been spiked
And pretty soon you'll find me scratching at the walls

Sing to me, sing about your home
Sing me everything you've ever known
Sing me who you were when you weren't grown
Sing me who you are when you're alone
Yeah and maybe I can't stop and search your frown
But at least I'll know if something's going down
Yeah and you won't catch me napping when that something starts to happen
I'll be running when I hit the ground

And now I'm sat at the back of the bar with an unobstructed view
I feel like I'm in Nashville when I look at you
And I know that everyone thinks they're the you that you are singing to
Yeah I feel like I'm in Nashville when I look at you

Oh you move like you're on set
Your stupid quips sound scripted for a bet
You know you've got to pay off every debt
Still you wait a while, see what you can get
I see you and you don't know that I'm looking
Yeah I'll reel you in, just need to get my hook in
Those eyes that don't reflect but they command awe and respect
And they take credit card or cheque with advance booking

And you won't meet my stare
You won't even see me there

And now I'm sat at the back of the bar with an unobstructed view
I feel like I'm in Nashville when I look at you
And I know that everyone thinks they're the you that you are singing to
Yeah I feel like I'm in Nashville when I look at you
And I know that everyone thinks they're the you that you are singing to
Yeah I feel like I'm in Nashville when I look at you

Leave Me Be

Written By: Dana Immanuel

Leave me be, sweet dignity
I don't need you no more
How can I fail with the wind in my sail
And everything else on the floor

Go out and scream in the street
Try to make some change for the fare
I wake, I sleep, I smoke, I eat
It ain't broke so I just don't care

Leave me be, sweet dignity
I don't need you no more
How can I fail with the wind in my sail
And everything else on the floor

Searched for what's missing at home
I tried looking overseas
Call me importunate, I know I'm fortunate
Not to have caught a much worse disease

Leave me be, sweet dignity
I don't need you no more
How can I fail with the wind in my sail
And everything else on the floor

I've been there, I've done that before
And no-one beat down my door
Blessed and anionted with Jesus my homeboy
I'm going in, but I won't win

Leave me be, sweet dignity
I don't need you no more
How can I fail with the wind in my sail
And everything else on the floor

Discography

Debut album "Character Assassination" out now.

6-track EP "Dana Immanuel" now sold out.

Motherfucking Whore - featured in an award-winning porno "Razordolls", and on underground (uncensored) radio

Set List

Typically 30-40 minute set, all originals.

Sets often look like this:

1 Drift Away
2 Life in Colour
3 John Wayne
4 Sidekick
5 Break Your Fall
6 Mile High
7 Nashville
8 Leave Me Be
9 Motherfucking Whore