Rain
The vapour billows in
Merging with the distant mountain silhouette
Smothering the sky
Blackening the heavens above
Protecting the land from the harsh golden rays
Some take heed in the imminent fall
Yet I continue on my way
More alive than ever
Together we journey home
This is a recording I made of one of the most beautiful and inspiring blog posts written by Frauke Heyde.
I connect with these words so much.
Believe in yourself <3
Just a little song I wrote yesterday… I hope you enjoy it.
The Place Where I Once Was
(© 2011 Dan Schaumann)
The first time
I got there well I painted pictures with my fingers
Deep into the softness of your skin
And that line
I drew, well did you trace it, did you comprehend
The meaning of the shape I’d plant within
The first time
I got there well I took your hand, I savoured every
Moment it was held inside of mine
I’m grateful but there’s still so much I need to learn
Of how to pencil in an uphill climb
And I wonder
Was this life made up for falling
Or was it designed for crawling to the place where I once was
And I wonder
If it was designed for crawling
Well it sure is prone to failing to protect me from myself
The first time
I got there well I never wished for anything
To stall me or distract me from this world
But I’m blind
I never put the thought into the way I should
Continue with the picture, and now I hate myself for that
And I wonder
Was this life made up for falling
Or was it designed for crawling to the place where I once was
And I wonder
If it was designed for crawling
Well it sure is prone to failing to protect me from myself
In the place where I once was
How do I get back to the place
The place where I belong
How do I get back to the place
The place where I once was
And I wonder
Was this life made up for falling
Or was it designed for crawling to the place where I once was
And I wonder
If it was designed for crawling
Well it sure is prone to failing to protect me from myself
In the place where I once was
This is a song I wrote two weeks ago to help spread some love around the planet Earth! <3
The idea behind the song was inspired by my friend Lee-Anne, who runs a spiritual healing community called Temple of Balance. She said something in one of her recent newsletters which really resounded with me, regarding the concept of fear vs love:
“PLEASE do not live in fear of prophecies and bible stories… PLEASE send love, send peace, send energy… don’t worry, fear or doubt… these feed the poison… (which is fear)… Stand tall in your truth and help me DO something about it, by sending love… LOVE heals everything… FEAR heals nothing…”
Today I set up my home studio and recorded a demo of the song that I came up with, based upon these words. You can listen to it by clicking on the link below.
Dan Schaumann – Paradise (The Earth Is On Our Side)
You can also view an acoustic video recording that I made not long ago at Youtube.
I hope you like it, and if you do, please feel free to share it around with your friends. The Earth really is on our side 🙂
Paradise (The Earth Is On Our Side)
It’s just another day inside this paradise
A side of everything you’d hoped for
The invitation is an open card
Extend it to your friends and come inside
Oh the light inside it fills those fragile minds
It shimmers on the vital edge of all that dies
And if it edges up to you
No need to think about it
Cause every other day I long for her advice
I look the other way, I seek, I find that light
Of this paradise
And I know the earth is on my side
She is the past, she is the keeper of our fate
She is the legacy of those who left too late
To put their hands upon their hearts and say
They love her
So step inside this present time right now
And on behalf of generations past we’ll vow to love
This paradise
Then we’ll know the earth is on our side
The earth is on our side
The earth is on our side, yeah yeah yeah
The earth is on our side
The earth is on our…
So step inside this present time right now
And on behalf of generations past we’ll vow to love
This paradise
Then we’ll know the earth is on our…
The earth is on our…
The earth is on our side, yeah yeah yeah
The earth is on our side, yeah yeah yeah
And we’re all on her side, yeah yeah yeah
The earth is on our side, yeah yeah yeah
The earth is on our…
Why don’t you come and spend some time inside of here
Why don’t you come and spend some time inside of here
Why don’t you come and spend some time inside of here
Why don’t you come and spend some time inside of here
It’s just another day inside this paradise
The invitation is an open card
Extend it to your friends and come inside
Have you ever walked across a bridge and found that a pair of lovers have engraved their names onto a padlock and fastened it onto the fence surrounding the walkway, as a symbol of their everlasting love?
I see this regularly whilst commuting by foot across the Sydney Harbour Bridge.
It’s all well and good that they do this… but have they ever stopped to think about what will happen the day the council worker comes along with a set of boltcutters and snaps away at their love?
A young man
His sleeve without a guard
Validating all he’s ever known
A young girl
She waves a kindred arm
Letters on the lock she draws
The young man
Strengthening their source
Couples firm their talismanic crown
The young girl
Her cheek a crimson rose
Pressed against his supple jaw
I’m a boltsnapper
Yeah, a boltsnapper
The young man
Aware not of the part
To tackle, crash and leave a foolish boy
The young girl
Survival in this picture perfect world
Will last not long
I’m a boltsnapper
Yeah, a boltsnapper
Glisten in the wildest faces
Nonbelievers, fight the tension…
Don’t snap that bolt
Glisten in the wildest faces
Nonbeliever’s intervention…
Don’t snap that bolt
*you can download a demo recording of this song here
You don’t know intuition like the dark don’t know the sun
And what’s not known is fabricated firm
Trust my premonition of the hours having won
And settling in
A dormant revolution lies awaiting birth to come
But what’s not known is still fabricated firm
An evil eye, a parasite, my powers are overcome
And settling in
Lacking the days of karma
You bought the wine instead
How can you be happy with that cloud above your bed?
Packing the days to follow
With drips of congo red
Still I lie to satisfy that cloud above your bed
Lacking the days of karma
Lacking the days, and you’re a lucky girl
An instant satisfaction has been paid for one of loss
The doorway to your mind is through my steel
A doubtful superstition has refrained to bear the cost
And settles in
Lacking the days of karma
You bought the wine instead
How can you be happy with that cloud above your bed?
Packing the days to follow
With drips of congo red
Still I lie to satisfy that cloud above your bed
Lacking the days of karma
Lacking the days, and you’re a lucky girl
Lacking the days of karma
You bought the wine instead
How can you be happy with that cloud above your bed?
Packing the days to follow
With drips of congo red
Still I lie to satisfy that cloud above your bed
Lacking the days of karma
Shadow up ahead
The bat is blind but leaves behind a cloud above your bed
Lacking the days of karma
Feed them all instead
With your colossal power to your cloud above my bed
Lacking the days of karma
Lacking the days, and you’re a lucky girl
© 2010 Daniel Schaumann
To solemnize you is to select scattering samples of sarcasm simulcast straight to the starving stomach of Satan
To contemplate you is to conjure crumbling cues of cold, cutting comments conveyed by your callous, corrupt crevice
To respect you is to reap repeated reproaching rewards of ridiculous, regretful remote restrictions
To enjoy you is to encase an extinct, enslaving essense of experiential execration
To worship you is to wonder why weary, wounded wolves whimper at the wasting, weakening worthiness
To yearn for you is to yowl at the yolkish yesteryear of your yellow, youthsome yield
To ogle you is to observe optic omission of overwhelming ornamental offerings
To upholster your uprising, unsentimental, unsweetened, unreasonable, unwilling, unflavoured, unsealed, unpitying, underexposed, unseductive, unoccupied, unadulterated, unauthorised, uncurable, unfaithful universe of ubiquitous unsymmetricality is to uglify
*you can download a demo recording of this song here
Lay me down in fields of green
The summer sun, it tastes as sweet as you
Fruits and flowers surround our dream
Our wish for native beauty has come true
Grounded now I heard you spoke
Your burrowed seeds, your barren throat
Godforsaken tears, they choke from you
Our undergrowth is drying up
And I’ve had enough of this
Photosynthetic mindfuck
Burn it down, the branches wasting
Ashen ground incineration
Leaves of brown reciprocating
Resin from our hearts
Wrath of life reduced to stumps
A hand for hand, a trunk for trunk
It’s killing me, this tree that took my love
Developmental antidote
Emerges from a heartfelt note to you
A final chance to cast my vote
Of grafting and of germinating too
I’ll rub the stem, create the spark
You skin my name, I’ll ring your bark
Seeds the girdling end of fertile hope
Burn it down, the branches wasting
Ashen ground of expiration
Leaves of brown reciprocating
Resin from our hearts
The rising flame my only hope
A sacrificial fire of growth
It’s killing me, this tree that took my love
The tree that took my love
The tree that took my love
The tree that took my love…
Clotted cells my heart will pump
Heavy swell, my sap will clump
If the canopy is free I’m jumping down
Burn it down, the branches wasting
Ashen ground incineration
Leaves of brown reciprocating
Resin from our hearts
Wrath of life reduced to stumps
A hand for hand, a trunk for trunk
It’s killing me, this tree that took my love
The tree that took my love
The tree that took my love
The tree that took my love…
 …wrath of life reduced to stumps… |
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 …a hand for hand, a trunk for trunk… |
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 …it’s killing me… |
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 …THIS TREE THAT TOOK MY LOVE… |
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© 2008 Daniel Schaumann
16,396 hz
16,396 hugs
16,396 tears
16,396 prayers
16,396 reasons
16,396 caresses
16,396 thoughts
16,396 tastebuds
16,396 memories
16,396 heartbeats
16,396 compliments
16,396 goosebumps
16,396 km I travelled
16,396 synchronicities
16,396 days left to live
16,396 blinks of an eye
16,396 keys I would play
16,396 breaths I breathe
16,396 songs I would sing
16,396 strikes of lightning
16,396 more lonely nights
16,396 pages I would write
16,396 strings on my guitar
16,396 sensory experiences
16,396 pounds I would spend
16,396 colours of our rainbow
16,396 stairways I would climb
16,396 ways to blow your mind
16,396 abodes in the city below
16,396 masts in our marina of love
16,396 miles per hour my mind runs
16,396 notes in the score of our lives
16,396 times I would smile every day
16,396 petals on the roses I send you
* (actually no, make that 16,397, for reasons known only to me)
16,396 litres of blood my heart pumps
16,396 red bricks laid as our foundation
16,396 doors I would knock on to find you
16,396 rocks climbed to the top of our outcrop
16,396 seconds of sleeplessness so far tonight
16,396 fractal extensions within our tree of love
16,396 heart-shaped strawberries we would pick
16,396 crowded streets I would search to find you
16,396 faces I pass, wishing one of them were you
16,396 drops of rain surrounding us as we embrace
16,396 windows looking out upon the rooftops below
16,396 grains of velvet sand I run through your hands
16,396 holes in my heart that can only be filled by you
16,396 nanoseconds between our connecting thoughts
16,396 loops on this seemingly everlasting rollercoaster
16,396 rays of light extending from my hand-painted sun
16,396 fish in the sea, only one of them worthy of catching
16,396 kilometres of veins & capillaries throughout our bodies
16,396 paintstrokes I mind-numbingly count on the ceiling above
16,396 times I kick myself for not being the person I thought I was
16,396 candles lit in the cathedral, only one of them bright enough
16,396 steps I walked with you up the monumental Parisian landmark
16,396 more lifetimes I would live… just to meet you again.
© 2008 Daniel Schaumann
In June 2008 I packed my bags and moved from Brisbane to the UK to follow my heart and be with a girl I’d fallen desperately in love with. As amazing as the experience was, unfortunately it didn’t work out, and we inevitably went our separate ways. This is a poem I wrote that expresses what we would have done, if I’d had the opportunity to take her back to my home country and show her some of the breathtaking sights that Australia has to offer:
If romance beckoned, like we sensed with our predestination
If real life offered passion, bliss and fun
If love we’d birthed, across the Earth I’d take you on vacation
If only… this is what we would have done:
We’d spend the day at Byron Bay, the soaring house aglow
We’d walk for miles in the springtime sun
Astoundingly across the sea, the dolphins stage a show
If only… this is what we would have done
The paradisal stretch upon where surfers bear their joy
Percussive skins with bells like beating drums
Synchronic and eurhythmic like a golden girl to boy
If only… this is what we would have done
Stranded on a summer night, the bay of roses bound
The rock is cold, the sweetness pads our tongues
Traverse a thrill atop the hill, above precinctual sounds
If only… this is what we would have done
Amidst the virgin bush we trek, we grace the stream alone
The tree above proclaiming us as one
The water blue, just me and you, a place to call our home
If only… this is what we would have done
Further north we venture now, the tropic impulse starts
Inspires humid zeal within our lungs
The forest green, the beach pristine, adjoining like our hearts
If only… this is what we would have done
The culmination of our time spent in this sacred land
Encompasses a safe, yet stirring plunge
We reach beneath the coral reef, elation, hand in hand
If only… this is what we would have done
So we’d leave behind the frosty vales, the frigid, foggy nights
A source of temperate union we’d become
Living, loving, in Australia, IF I WEREN’T SUCH A FUCKING FAILURE
If only… that was not what I’d become
If only… this is what we would have done.
© 2008 Daniel Schaumann