David Matthew Daniels

David Matthew Daniels

BandAmericanaSinger/Songwriter

I'm a psychadelic folk trubadour with an electric guitar and storyteller's grin! I might bang on a piano like a whiskey drunk, or strum a haunting melody on my six string. I might even bend the etheral a full step and grind out a sexy beat. I'm a humble man with a gift for song.

Biography

In the traditions of great Americana artists like Leonard Cohen, Elliot Smith, Tom Waits, and Bob Dylan, to name a few, David Matthew Daniels crosses the boundries of genre and style to create a hauntingly familiar yet unique musical sound.

Daniels has been performing in little known punk clubs, biker bars, coffee shops, and even the occassional laundrymat across the west for the past ten years with acts that ranged from punk to blues to rockabilly and anything that the audience demanded at a show. Now Daniels is branching out on a solo show, promoting his own unique take on electric folk and roll. Imagine if Woody Guthrie had learned to play from listening to Can, Primus, Joe Pass, Pink Floyd, and Jimi Hendrix, and you might get a feel for Daniels. Essentially it's a folk act on psychadelics.

Muloch is his second self released album, after the short run, but dearly loved Antique Porn, released in 2003. Look for Daniels at some shady club somewhere close by, and give him a good “Argle Bargle” when you see him.

Lyrics

The Dress

Written By: Dave Daniels

"I still have the dress," she said. I still have the ring. After all the lies, do they really mean a thing?

For all of my pride and all of my skills, my words now betray me, they do more to kill.

I've got memories of mistakes, memories of pain, memories of love, only memories remain.

I've got songs half finished, songs I can't write, songs that paint my old alibis.

I've got a hand full of cash, and no direction home. I've got a place that I go to, and I go all alone.

I gave her my cancer, my disease of the mind, there's no way to repair all the deeds unkind.

When did the things that made you laugh, become the things that make you cry, when did love become a fools alibi.

"I still have the dress." she said. I still have the ring. After all the pain do they really mean a thing.

Won't Change A Thing

Written By: David Matthew Daniels

What more could I say?
A word won't change a thing.
We both made our mistakes,
but it seems I'm still to blame,
For all of the heartache we shared when you took him beside me,
When I was not awake.
And all of my jealous ways, were they justified,
With him between your thighs.
Now I'm not so noble and proud,
God knows I'm not unbreakable,
But some of the things we said aloud,
God knows, were unspeakable.
Did you cry at the crush of his touch or the sound of my voice,
calling out your name?
In the morning how could you ever believe that anything
would ever be the same.
What more could I say,
A word won't change a thing.

Picture of a Life

Written By: David Matthew Daniels

Picture of a life framed
like a clouded yellow image on a window pane
An honest reflection
of the choices I made
Give me half a chance to explain
What I mean to say is
I've taken all my time to learn to say I love you
I spent a many day with a drink or two
I fell on my back
lost my track
to where I was going to
and I lost my way back to you
I stood staring at the sun to supernova
Screaming swearing shouting
at the moon
I fell on my back
lost my track
to where I was going to
and I lost my way back to you
Now all I've got are these
Toys trinkets and baubles
a music box and a book of verbs
Toys trinkets and troubles
a music box and a list of words.

Burbon Street

Written By: David Matthew Daniels

God and the Devil, they got into a game or a fight.
Nobody knows who won but it lasted all night.
They had some guitars, they got into a jam,
they drank a little wine and they smoked a little hash.
God and the Devil, they got into a game or a fight.

God played gospel, the Devil played blues alright.
Everyone came out just to see the sight.
Down in Storyville, Jellyroll wrote it down
St. Germain made the wine for the crowd.
God played gospel, the Devil played blues alright.

God and the Devil, they got into a game or a fight.
Nobody knows who won, but it lasted all night.
They had some guitars and they got into a jam
They smoked a little wine and they drank a little hash.
God and the Devil, they got into a game or a fight.

Can't You See

Written By: David Matthew Daniels

If you're waiting for your ships to sink, and all your bridges to burn,
what are you waiting for?
If you're waiting for another chance, to be with the one you love,
what are you waiting for?
If you're waiting for a cure for pain, before you forgive yourself,
what are you waiting for?

Don't you see anything worth fighting for?

If you're waiting for a hand to hold, through the dark of night,
what are you waiting for?
If you're waiting for another chance, before you do what you can,
what are you waiting for?
If you're waiting for another day, before you start your life,
what are you waiting for?

Don't you see anything worth fighting for?

Discography

Liquid Panty Remover-w/ Fuq Ninja
Antique Porn
Muloch

Set List

Nag Champa
Evoe
Blue-Eyed Girl
The Children's Song
Reaper Man
Just a Guy
D.S.& R & R
Good For Now
Dog's Life
Lorelli
etc.
A strong catallog of originals, with tastefull cover selections, including Woody Guthrie, Leonard Cohen, Johnny Cash, The Pixies, . Usually I run about an hour and a half, but I can play up to three hour shows in a night, or cut my show down to 45 minutes if necessary.