Montgomery Delaney

Montgomery Delaney

 Katonah, New York, USA
BandFolkAdult Contemporary

An extremely thoughtful & provocative songwriter who draws upon his unique experiences as a US Marine, NYC cop, practicing trial attorney & performing artist, to write songs that find what is common and human in all of us. He is profound, funny, sensitive, honest, inqusitive & always entertaining.

Biography

My story begins in a park in the Bronx, NY in 1973. My dear friend gives me his copy of the "Sweet Baby James" album. I never give it back. I learn to sing each song accapella. I join the Marines and find myself walking down a street in Copenhagen, Denmark. There is a guitar in a window. I go in and buy it. I bring it back on the ship and start to make noise with it. The other Marines threaten me because of this noise. The guitar stands in a corner until another Marine named Frank David Scott picks it up and plays it. I ask him to teach me what he knows. That was 25 years, a few million miles, a marriage and a divorce, 3 great kids, 8 years riding in a patrol car in the South Bronx, a bunch of jury trials, a few thousand stages and over 300 songs ago.

What sets me apart is the quality and thought that I put into my lyrics, my passion, which comes from deep within me, is expressed by my voice and my ability to entertain any audience, anywhere at anytime. It is my goal to bring them on a journey through the whole gamut of human emotion in an hour and fifteen minutes. They will laugh, they will cry, they will think, they will be gratified, they will be pissed off and they will be satisfied when they leave. I want to do this in every performance. To make that connection with the audience whether or not I am singing for 10 people or 10 thousand.

Oh, and one other thing, the friend who gave me the JT album, his name was Brendan Francis Perry. I lost him in 1989. He gave me so much more than he ever knew.

Lyrics

I Can't Get Enough Of You

Written By: Montgomery Delaney

I can't get enough of you
seems like you're always on my mind
And these moments that we share
Are the best moments of my life
I've been all around this world
Done more than most will ever do
And I've had alot of things
But baby I just can't
I just can't get enough of you

And every morning when I wake up
your long dark hair on my pillowcase
And I see every ray of sunlight
Shine like diamonds on your pretty face
And then I kiss your neck so gently
You know just what I wanna do
And our lips they barely touch
As you give me your sweet love
I just can't get enough of you

I can't get enough of you
Ain't enough hours in a day
Honey what's a man to do
To make this hunger go away

And when my song is not so strong
And my days are nearly through
You know I'm gonna linger a little bit longer
Cause I can't get enough of you
And when I'm at the gate od heaven
Need ten big angels to drag me through
Because I won't want to leave
This heaven that I'm in
I just can't get enough of you
No I won't want to leave
This heaven that I'm in
I just can't get enough of you....

Son Of A Son

Written By: Montgomery Delaney


Oh my grandpa was born in Dublin/ On St. Patrick’s Day
You can get more Irish than that/But it’s hard to find a way
Oh he came here to America/With his hands he built a home
And in the tears between the great wars
My father his son was born

And I’m the son of a son of a son of a son of Ireland
I’ve got John Patrick Delaney’s blood living in my veins
Oh I’m the son of a so of a son of a son of Ireland
And I’ve got music coming out of me like a sweet sweet Dublin morning rain

Oh my grandma her name was Margaret/Margaret Flanagan
You know they tell me that she was born/In Carrick-on-Roscommon
Oh you may just know some of her people/They say they still live in great numbers there
Oh and all the old ladies among them
Have my grandma’s soft white Irish hair

And I’m the son of a daughter of a daughter of a daughter of Ireland
I’ve got Margaret Flanagan’s passion living in my veins
Oh I’m the daughter of a daughter of a daughter of a son of Ireland
And I’ve got music coming out of me like a sweet sweet Roscommon rain

Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Sweet Ireland
Home of my fathers and there’s before them
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh sweet Ireland
When will I see you
And know you again

Well I used to like my whiskey/But the doctor he said to me
He said you’ve got a pre-disposition/I think it’s something in your genes
Well I’m not much one for prediction/And I don’t like those stereotypes
But when it comes to me and the whiskey
You know I think that that doctor was right

And I’m the son of a son of a rye drinking son of Ireland
I’ve got old Jack Delaney’s blood just ripping through in my veins
Oh I’m the son of a son of a bar fightinga son of Ireland
And I’ve got music coming out of me like a sweet sweet Dublin
Music coming out of me like a sweet Roscommon
Music coming out of me like a Bronx Irish Catholic rain
Can you feel the rain
May the road rise to meet you...........

Increments And Accidents

Written By: Montgomery Delaney

There was a thin man hanging on a cross of olive wood
“You’ve got to feel this bad sometimes” he said, “So you know how to feel good.”
A woman named Magdalene said, “why’s it got to be this way?”
He said, “some of us must suffer Mary so others can be saved”
He said, “this is how we live my love and this is how we die, it’s how each and every life takes its shape,
It’s in these increments and by these accidents,
And the love that we make.”

There was a tall man carrying a cross of his own
Made out of his fear about ending up alone
When a woman embraced him with big almond eyes
She said, “I’ll free you from your fears, lie here between my thighs.”
And she swore that she would love him each and every day
She said, “I will be your refuge now and always.”
So he cast down his cross and got lost in those eyes
Not knowing there were other ways to be crucified…

He learned that this is how we live my friends and this how we die it’s how each and every life takes its shape,
It’s in these increments and by these accidents
And the love that we make.

You get holes in your feet
You get holes in your hands
You get a hole in your heart that you can’t understand
You look for something real
You look for something true
Forgive them Lord they know not what they do

Oh now some of you may wonder about the moral to this story
One crucified for love
One crucified for glory
One on a cross of fear
One on a cross of wood
You’ve got to feel this bad sometimes so you know how to feel good
And Mary Magdalene, she’s still wondering why
Love becomes a lance that will stab you in the side and leave you bleeding
Yes it will leave you bleeding

Oh but this is how we live my friends and this how we die, it’s how each and every life takes its shape
It’s in these increments and by these accidents
And the love that we make………………

Discography

"23809" Nightstick Records c 1993
"Walking In The Light" c 1997
"Changing Shoes" c 2006
My songs have also been featured on several compilations, in the Fast Folk Musical Revue and the Oasis receording Sampler. Two of my songs are part of the National Archive at the Smithsonian Institution.

Set List

I never make a set list. I stand up before the audience and go where the vibe takes me. I do however, finish just about every show with my tune "Walking In The Light"