Dan Hartley

Dan Hartley

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An attempt to defamiliarize the time-worn paths of song, while remaining fully tuned in to popular tastes: the fusion of a word-smith and an entertainer.

Biography

What is it that great artists do? They bring together the everyday and the poetic, the down-to-earth tragi-comedy of life and the philosophical musings that are rooted in it. And they do all of this through the shadowy medium of sensous pleasure.

As a student of literature and philosophy who has never forgotten where he came from and those he's met along the way, that's what I do. Let's be honest (something not popular in this industry), I'm not Bob Dylan, and I'm not The Beatles. I don't want to be. I want to sing songs to people that they can enjoy, whilst giving them thoughts and showing them dreams to win their minds some leeway.

Since the age of 17, I've been playing to crowds of ordinary people. Carpenters, miners, office workers, cleaning ladies, bank managers, pensions officers, teachers, doctors, print-setters, supermarket shelf-stackers...I've sung to them all. In Tamworth (my hometown in the UK), in France (I speak fluent French), in Germany, in Spain, in Holland, to Americans, to Canadians, to Italians, to Ozzies, to Chinese, to Romanians...I've sung to them too. I sang them songs about their lives which let them hold themselves up to the light, turn themselves around and probe into the mystery of things.

It's not a dayjob. It's a vocation. It's irrelevant whether I make the big-time or not. I'm simply doing what I should do.

Lyrics

Your Polka Dots Are Haunting Me

Written By: Daniel Hartley

Standing in the pouring rain
Your polka dots are haunting me,
Singing like a choir in the morning sun.

Ruins in the forum
Shedding tears for greater times
But all I care about is you, when on the doorstep you were mine.

You talk to me of crazy days
Of tattoos in the strangest place,
Sitting on a balcony and smoking cigarettes.

Looking down upon the world
At sets of traffic lights
A truck pulls up, a girl sits up and she’s got slobber round her mouth.

‘Sneaky’ is a funny word
When hearts are out of shape
And you take a camera lens so you can show your secret place.

CHORUS

Mist is making monuments
And heroes of us all
Poseidon stands with empty hands, his trident rusts on ocean floors.

I call his name for all to hear
He shakes for all to see
So I hold him in my arms and say
"It is the same with me."

Endless spiral staircase,
Going down is coming up
But I catch a glimpse of hope in a scarf just down below.

CHORUS x2

River's Let Me Go

Written By: Daniel Hartley

There’s a ripple in the skyline,
There’s a raindrop on your hair,
There’s a shadow on the water
But the river does not care.

She just takes you there
Beyond yourself
And the memories sail away.

She just takes you there
Beyond yourself
And the memories sail away.

There’s an omen in the pattern
That your breath makes on the air.
A lamplight in the distance
Seems to draw your vacant stare.

And your body’s warmth’s
Still on my hands
But your body’s let me go.

And your body’s warmth’s
Still on my hands
But your body’s let me go.

There’s an angel on a rooftop,
With the moon a silhouette,
Its wings are made from sandstone
But its motion’s not worn yet.

So I’ll stand right here
Till the break of day
‘Cause the river’s let me go.

So I’ll stand right here
Till the break of day
‘Cause the river’s let me go.

Discography

Siren Calls (released unofficially 2004)

Blue Kimono (released unofficially 2007)