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by Daniel Brouse
May, 2011

Dm
All the clamour
Endless debate
Doesn’t matter
How irrate

Em / Am
‘casuse it’s too late now?
(‘casuse it’s too late now?)

Dm
The less you stammer
The less you state
The more I’d rather
Reiterate

Em / Am
It’s too late now

C / Em
But, somehow
The stars shine brighter
Laughter
Does away with shadow

Em / Am
It’s alright now!

Am / Am add F# / Em / Am
It’s quite alright!!!

by Honey Bane and Daniel Brouse

Sweet Dreams, Honey.

“You too,
may angels abound,
and be your personal surround sound,
while you dream on their chorus of feathered down souls…
Then rise and reclaim your life as the sun shines,
let the shadows be lifted,
and be blessed ever gifted,
it is always the first day,
of the rest of your life nite x”

A good night kiss,
Coming true,
Of a wish,
Peeking through,
The veil,
Unsowing seems.

Sweet dreams,
Come alive,
Relieving strife,
Revealing… what is real.
The first day, we pray,
Of the rest of life,
Setting sail,
For New Edan,
We arrive,
To begin.
– The End

by Daniel Brouse on Thursday, January 6, 2011 at 8:11pm

Once, there were two girls
One on either side
Of understanding

The one to the right
Always in the light
Loves to sing
Brings hope to hearts

The one to the wrong
Hates song
Wallows in shadows
Blackens holes in hearts

What is life worth
What fulfills

For my time on Earth
The thrills
Of the ride
That you provide
Make the future bright

Thank God
For the allowance

Now, is once… going toward the one in the light

Putting one foot
In front of the other
Step by step
In a straight line
I find I’m back
Where I started

Chorus:
A circle of deadends
Is there no way out?
Round and round…
’till my soul
Is found

Driving one way
In search of another
Turn by turn
In a lost time
I find the knack
Of being thwarted
And, I’m right back where
I started

Chorus

Panicking away
No guidance from mother
Beat by beat
My heart’s not mine
I’m under attack
… being sentenced
Though, I know
Not what I did

Chorus

Placing faith
Not a fighter
But, a lover
I recover

My Dear,
Nothing to fear
The path is near
We will steer clear
Placing faith
Above all other
There is a way
Out of here

What was a lark
In Evansburg State Park
Was the start
Of our direction
Toward the One
Of perfection?

This post is about Notes Of A Tunesmith

Writtin’ music and performing is an interesting thing… that I love to do.

Today, a lady came and had me take money she offered. She said there was too much fighting. Maybe music can substitute?

It’s weird how that works.

The other day a youth brought me a Rita’s waterice. A few days before that the owner of “The World’s Largest Pizza” gave me a slice for playing my guitar.