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Dan Blomme

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'He not busy being born is busy dying'

Influences:

Bob Dylan, Paul Simon, The SkyDiggers, Jeff Tweedy/Wilco, Sufjan Stevens

Favourite Singer/Songwriter:

Bob Dylan

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Songs by Dan Blomme

115

115

It’s time to get outside
The 401 and GO train lines
I’ll scrape the windows while
You make some coffee for the ride

Driving up the 115
Singing ‘Tangled Up in Blue’
You take the melody
While I harmonize with you

Slow but sure the brazen malls outside
Give way to gentle trees and sky
The shade of snow shifts from grey to white
As we glide into the icy twilight

Driving up the 115
Singing ‘Tangled Up in Blue’
You take the melody
While I harmonize with you

[Lyrics]


Broken

BROKEN

It’s not in your words, but it’s there in your tone
That crack in your smile that says, “I think you see me (oh no!).”
It’s time for distraction - subtle sleight of hand
A subtle pivot to stock footage again

Are you broken or are you just well broken in?

I’m not somebody’s something, it’s safer that way
No-one to disappoint nothing to break
But don’t call it a sickness ‘cause I built it this way
Though sometimes I wonder, “Was that wisdom or pain?”

Am I broken or am I just well broken in?

Now a fistful of capsules is all that it takes
For most of these days to bend but not break
It happened in whispers behind desperate doors
The truth is, we’re not alone in this no more

Are we broken or are we just well broken in?

[Lyrics]


Palmateer

PALMATEER

I am Palmateer and you are Bobby Clarke
On a breakaway in Oshawa in 1979
While suburbs sleep or watch TV
We are busy being heroes under streetlights
With snow floating down

Taking turns calling play by play – pretending we are real
Growing older but not feeling a thing
I am Palmateer and you are Bobby Clarke
We are busy being what we’re trying to become
Now I realize
What we are was there already
You heroic and wild
Me alone, watching, waiting for my chance to save the day

A few years later I am sitting in my Mother’s car
Watching the hockey game fade in the rear-view mirror
And I am crying because I know somehow
This is the only the beginning of leaving things behind

Now I realize
Who we are was there already
You blissfully blind
Me trying in vain to clip the wings of time to make things stay (the same)

I am Palmateer and you are Bobby Clarke
We are busy being what we’re trying to become

[Lyrics]


Sawdust

SAWDUST

I throw the sawdust down
Where she threw up by the lost and found bin
I’m invisible as sound
This shit don’t usually make a dent
In my dignity
But I guess my guard’s down today
You see I’m more than just this nametag on my chest

I scoop the sawdust up
To no applause or chanting of my name
Not like back when I was a pup
Dropping gloves to cheers in Junior A
Now if I piss clean I get my carries
It takes more than you know
You see I’ve cleaned up more than this kind of mess
And I’m more than just this nametag on my chest

I’ve got a tattoo to remind me
Two wolves fight inside of me
One is good
One is bad
And the one that I feed
Wins every time
I’ve been told

I throw the sawdust out
In the bin out by the running track
I think I rode this wave out
My breath is smooth
Armour intact
Is this victory or tragedy?
Depends on what you want to see
Just know that life is not a pass or fail test
And I’ve cleaned up more than this kind of mess
And I’m more than just this nametag on my chest

[Lyrics]


Sickness

SICKNESS

I’ve got a sickness that keeps me from you
It’s well-crafted lies can feel like the truth
My wisdom’s eclipsed by a storm that blows through
I’ve got a sickness that keeps me from you

I’ve got a sickness that hides me away
I fade into shadows for long shapeless days
Both craving escape and wanting to stay
I’ve got a sickness that hides me away

Oh, but life sneaks into the cracks and breaks through
I emerge battle weary but ready to again meet the world with a heart that is new

I’ve got a sickness that taught me in time
What I am, what I’m not, who will stand by my side
That my strength and my weakness are deeply entwined
I’ve got a sickness that taught me in time

I’ve got a sickness that helped me to see
The fallen, the lost, the forsaken, the weak
To bear witness to pain and with no judgement speak
I’ve got a sickness that helped me to see

Always life breaks into the cracks and shines through
Dark gives way to light so I can return to you

[Lyrics]


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Region:

Oshawa, ON

Level of Experience:

ON MY WAY

Genre:

Acoustic | Contemporary roots

I Write:

By myself | For myself

I prefer to write:

Lyrics | Melody | Chord Patterns | Arrangements

Albums Released:

Soft Mitchells Corner

I am interested in:

Signing with a Label | Getting a Publishing Deal

Other Jobs:

College professor, Mental Health/Addictions Therapist

Biography:

Dan plays under the name 'Daniel Raymond'. He is a singer-songwriter, multi-instrumentalist from Oshawa, Ontario.

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