Daphne Nichols

Daphne Nichols

 Winston-Salem, North Carolina, USA
BandPopSinger/Songwriter

Daphne Nichols brings an incredibly unique musical experience to her show. Incorporating flavors of pop and avante-garde, her music comes to life with unexpected chord progressions and stories of life and fantasy.

Biography

Daphne Nichols grew up in the wilderness of Eastern Maine trying to avoid moose and find piano lessons. Initially intrigued by classical music, she schemed about how to make it to a town with stoplights by playing Mozart. Aided by her musical family, she realized her dream at age sixteen when she was accepted to the Walnut Hill School for the Arts in Natick, Massachussetts. Her years at New England Conservatory’s Preparatory Department, Northwestern University, and Salem College saw her accrue several honors, including Maine’s Ocy Downs Piano Prize and several collegiate full-tuition scholarships in addition to being a finalist in the North Carolina Symphony Concerto Competition.

After graduating with her Bachelor of Music in 2009, Daphne traded in Mozart for originals. Her work, a pop/folk combination with recent jazz influences, alternately channels Joni Mitchell, Tori Amos and Ben Folds. A typical lyric will be deep but not sentimental, poetic but not abstruse. Confessional yet universal, her music showcases a full piano texture and a talent for precisely capturing a feeling in song. Her music will resonate with those who crave something different: popular music that both thinks and feels. Daphne is represented by SoundLizzard Productions.

Lyrics

Sometimes

Written By: Daphne Nichols

Sometimes there’s nothing around
But a skin of silence and a dripping sound
And sometimes I lie there and wait
For the yellow knife to come and carve out a day

Sometimes there’s so much to see
A garden of godliness and a rain on me
And sometimes there’s so much to hear
The whisper of a waiting world and an echo in my ear

And it says, “Come home”
And it says to me, softly, “Come home
To a life you’ve never known”

Sometimes I follow where I’m led
To a man hanging on a cross and a body in my bread
And sometimes I build myself a room
Where no one can touch me in my soundless tomb

But he says, “Come home”
And he says to me “Sweetheart, come home
To a life you’ve never known”

And I bow down to this bold world and I kiss it,
The dirty cement, cause something’s in it
And I’ve longed to tear a man’s heart out and eat it
Just to taste his desire

But the flowers, they say to me “Come home”
And they say to me, wanting me, “Come home”
To a life you’ve never known

Bought and Sold

Written By: Daphne Nichols

One selfish girl, one selfish man arise
Their selfish hands find things to do
Time flies

What happens when their eyes meet on the way?
Does selfish stop or does it stay?

Dreams keep on chasing me
Down streets of gold
Oh please, keep on chasing me
Till I’m bought and sold

One wiser man, one wiser girl divide
A wiser hand will keep them till
They die

It happened on a bright October day
And it was planned so she could say

That dreams keep on chasing me
Down streets of gold
Oh please, keep on chasing me
Till I’m bought and sold
Till I’m bought and sold, till I’m bought and sold

And dreams keep on chasing me
Down streets of gold
Oh please keep on chasing me
Till I'm bought and sold

Devil's Girl

Written By: Daphne Nichols

I’m giving up my reasons
I’m going down in blazes
I’m gonna fight fire with fire, yeah
Tie me up and take me
Throw me down and make me
Crawl across the desert sand

Cause I’m a devil’s girl
In a devil’s world
Dressing up to keep me out of hell

I’m hanging up my hat
I’m burning down the gate
I’m flooding into every home
I’m breaking down the door
I’m nailing up a notice:
“Wild thing is on the road”

Cause I’m a devil’s girl
In a devil’s world
Driving down this highway straight for hell

I’ve been in this place before
But the jungle, it sure can howl
Quick, will you bolt the door
Before the wind turns my skin inside out?

I’m crawling in the night
I’m itching for a break
I’m staring down a loaded gun
Hunt me down and find me
Bend me back and blind me
Baby girl is on the run

Cause I’m a devil’s girl
In a devil’s world
Dressing up to keep me out of
Dressing up to keep me out of
Dressing up to keep me out of hell

Merry Go Round

Written By: Daphne Nichols

Here I am again on this merry wheel
After a hotdog meal
The horses, the lights bobbing up and down
The sound of creaking steel
It seems so different now
It seems so real

I used to come here on its biggest day
From miles away
What a crazy scene:
The crowd, the crush, the heat
Enough to make a child amazed
And there were cups of ice
There was a man with paper mache

Well that was then and this is now
And who misses innocence anyhow?
But I want to fall, I want to fly
I want to ride on this merry go round

These days I wake up oh so slow
Pack my lunch and go
I try to plan my hand, dream of a bigger band
I watch the news for signs of snow
How did I get here?
Please, does anybody know?

Well something’s lost and something’s found
And who misses innocence anyhow?
But I want to fall, I want to fly
I want to ride on this merry go round

The painted ponies, they watch the mirrors spin
It’s time for them to turn in
The sun is down, people are leaving town
The evening settles on my skin
Oh, I’m gonna do it
I’m gonna climb in

Well that was then and this is now
And I, I miss my innocence somehow
So I’m gonna fall, I’m gonna fly
I’m gonna cry on this merry go round

Avila

Written By: Daphne Nichols

Tiny went to the shore
And she saw seven mansions with seven doors
Sitting in her cell
Who in the world could Tiny tell?
And she begged not to write her dream
For the other men had dreamt so well

“I am a parrot,” she said,
“Only writing the words I’m given
But if you wish I will dig out my pen again
And labor on, and labor on”

Mary came up the stair
But Tiny could not see her standing there
Staring at the sky
Tiny kissed the world goodbye
And her hand would not stop the writing
For it had left them both behind

“I am a parrot,” it said,
“Only writing the words I’m given
But if you wish I will give of myself again
And labor on, and labor on”

Tiny lives in a man
She only moves within his hand
And her life is the proof of loving
The one who made this weary land

She is asleep in his hand
Only writing the words she’s given
But when he calls she will come running round again
And labor on, and labor on

Set List

Colors
Avila
Devil's Girl
Another December
Adulterer
Sometimes
Bought and Sold
Shipyards
Merry Go Round