Daniel Goodman

Daniel Goodman

 Wayne, New Jersey, USA
BandFolkRock

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When The Cold Wind Blows

Written By: Daniel Goodman/Adam Levy

When The Cold Wind Blows

Draw a dream
And weave it ‘round
Then fix it to
Your hope unfound

Then tie a bow
Of streaming light
And curse the ones
who wrong your rights

And its a one a two a three 4 5 6 9
chimes
‘till the cold wind blows’

Keep your sins
In a holy place
And hide your gold
In a silver case

Then shade your eyes
And paint your lips
And tell me how
You take your fix

And its a one a two a three 4 5 6 9
chimes
‘till the cold wind blow’

You quantify and call the roll
you drill the sea so plug the hole

But blue does turn to muddy red
When statues fall and lost their heads

And its a one a two a three 4 5 6 9
chimes
‘till the cold wind blow’

Purge your soul
From yes-ter-day
Then raise your hands
And start to pray

Then bow your head
On bended knees
Then ask your judge
‘Forgive me please’

And its a one a two a three 4 5 6 9
chimes
‘till the cold wind blow’

The train tracks mark
An endless line
That cuts the land
just to define

Who you are
And where you be
Along the road
That sets you free

And its a one a two a three 4 5 6 9
chimes
‘till the cold wind blow’

©2010 Daniel Goodman/Adam Levy
All Rights Reserved

True Loves Eyes

Written By: Daniel Goodman

TRUE LOVES EYES

The morning mist bathes a dream
Fills my head with workday schemes
The bed is bare, its time to go
Step outside where the four winds blow

I look on the sea
For my true loves eyes
When the sun shine bright
And the moon is on the rise

The field of hope it is reaped in my mind
Somewhere a hidden treasure to find
If only to reach and touch a stone
Underneath to find what I’d known

I’d look on the sea
For my true loves eyes
When the sun shines bright
And the moon is on the rise

The wheels of thoughts spin out their grooves
The carpet flies the wall it moves
Outside’s a day like never before
The sky it crashed its dust brought war

I look on the sea
For my true loves eyes
When the sun shines bright
And the moon is on the rise

Old friends come new friends go
I just get high when I feeling low
The splattered tear, dry the page
The forsaken lovers empty rage

I look on the sea
For my true loves eyes
When the sun shines bright
And the moon is on the rise

Its ten thousand times I’ve heard your name
Ten thousand thoughts run my brain
The Crashing waves of the sea it pounds
The rocky coast where I am found

To look on the sea
For my true loves eyes
When the sun shines bright
And the moon is on the rise

Daniel Goodman © 2009

The Golden Road

Written By: Daniel Goodman

THE GOLDEN ROAD

The rain plants a seed,
Of some kind of dream
Of a song that was sung,
Out to you and everyone

And the pictures on the wall,
Their eyes say it all
And the pictures on the wall
Have no troubles at all

And with thoughts free
No matter where I’ ll be
On the golden road

Your sacred eyes they seek
The thoughts my eyes speak
And your sacred touch it finds,
The love that feels so fine

And the pictures on the wall,
Their eyes say it all
And the pictures on the wall
Have no troubles at all

And with thoughts free
No matter where I”ll be
On the golden road

The crystal on the windowpane
It cuts the light, it dry the rain
It's like the wind outside the door
It cut the night till it blows no more

The pictures on the wall,
Their eyes say it all
And those pictures on the wall
Had no trouble at all

And with thoughts free
No matter where I ll be
Along the golden road

Daniel Goodman © 2009

Pine Ridge (Indian Song)

Written By: Daniel Goodman/Adam Levy

You always will wonder if I m standing there
The look in my eye may cause you to stare
I’ve been to your dreams by the dawns early light
You’ve tamed all the horses that ran in the night

You sell me forgiveness I pay by the day
And rob me of peace in the night so I’ll pray
You drink to my brother who died long ago
Defending the land with an arrow and bow

(2x)And Im down
on wounded knees
To bury my heart
On pine ridge

A castle was built then it burned to the ground
In the land of your father (his pilgrims pride drowned)
The king and the queen they called for their guns
And with all the horsemen they rode to the sun

I rattle a tin cup to remind you again
I’m not far behind just go count up to ten
If you don t see my face it don’t mean I’m not there
I’ll see you for sure but I just can t say where

(2x)And Im down
on wounded knees
To bury my heart
On pine ridge

The train bound for freedom has sold the last seat
The battlefields empty the war cry retreat
In the dirt of the camps where my footsteps they pound
The beat of a drum and it’s echo still sounds


My throat is as dry as the plains where I’ve stood
The chains on my poor shack I’d smash if I could
I hide all the bottles in brown paper bags
And toast up my country my blood on its flag

(2x)And Im down
on wounded knees
To bury my heart
On pine ridge