Daniel Schaumann

*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?

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

This bag of hearts, this tender vale
We'll pick the berries as the mud gets in our nails
And it's no barrier, as we hold hands when we walk home
And by the bed I brush you down as we brush up our own

We'll paint your four grey walls of gold
Evade this frozen world and journey far away from all we know

Just rest and breathe
And close your eyes but keep your mind from sleep
And hear
Me talk you through

Ascension of your destiny
From what you know to where you want to be
As you hear
Me calling you

Your feet, and your legs
And your body, chest and neck
And your arms, then your head
So heavenly

You’re alone, no one here
Just the golden sun and the tender virgin sand
Feel the waves
Lap at your feet

*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

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

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

Follow the path of hope A path of optimism… a path of expectation… a path of everlasting wonder

Follow the path of change A path of fresh air… a path of releasing past struggles for prosperous endeavours… a path of greener pastures

Follow the path of happiness A path of pleasure… a path of joy… a path of ecstasy

Follow the path of destiny A path of coincdental reminders… a path of fateful encounters… a path of the natural order of the universe

Follow the path of creation A path of free will… a path of endless possibilities… a path opened wide by pure imagination

Follow the path of peace A path of yearned contentment… a path of inner knowing… a path of tranquility

Follow the path of love A path of no conditions… a path of soul connections… a path of pure magic

Follow the path of perfection A path of you… a path of me… a path of all that is

Follow any of these paths in life And you will ultimately be lead to the ethers of hell where the burning rubble drains your soul, the malicious, dancing flame eats into your heart and the devil himself eradicates every last seed of inspiration from your once fully-sowed body.

© 2008 Daniel Schaumann

I gaze at the palace, aware of the balance
Of scale and beauty in all that we know
Every end has a start, every light turns to dark
As is proven by watching the sun resting low

Hoping you’ll be with me soon
Under the Viennese moon

Priceless antiquities, modern complexities
Ballet Giselle on the clock tower tonight
Alive by projection, the modern selection
Of venue brings crowds by the thousands to sight

The rapturous applause as the leading girl soars
To the stage in the arms of her charming young man

Sprawled on the bed with my hands on my head and my legs in the air
Knees fully bent, squeezing every last cent from my heart’s once-full share
Eyes to the glass, not a stir, not a pass, just a blink, almost dead
I silently weep while you pleasantly sleep underneath my dark bed

The walls that enclose me are crushing me slowly with inklings of doubt
Like the light that shines pale cause the circuitry’s failed, I’d be better without
The beam up above is as black as my love, once a soft shade of red
Still I lay in a heap while you soulfully sleep underneath my dark bed