Music by Daniel Guyton
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Sadly, I have no musical talent. I cannot compose, record, or even play an
instrument. I tried to play the cowbell once, and was... subsequently raped
by a bull. Again. He was amorous. Anyway, despite my lack of musical
ability, I do write song lyrics from time to time. It helps to heal the pain.
From the raping. Mostly in my lower back. There was... emotional pain too,
of course, but... those hooves!
Anyway, I'm honored occasionally by collaborations with other artists who
are far more talented than I. And... who have no carnal knowledge of their
hamburger meat (that I know of). Thus, I owe tremendous debt to those
mentioned on this page.
Please note, all the lyrics posted here are copyrighted, and many were
published in my book The Twisted Mind of Daniel Guyton (Poetry and Plays
in the Dark Comedy Vein), or are part of my play The Mother of God Visits
Hell.
If you're a musician and would like to compose and/or record some of
these songs, please contact me at this email address. Thank you.
Sincerely,
Daniel Guyton
The first song is from my play The Mother of God Visits Hell. It is
entitled "My Heart Stands Divine", and was recorded at the WUGA
Radio Station in Athens, GA (97.1fm). Music composed and
performed by Mirla Criste. Vocals by Katherine Walters.
instrument. I tried to play the cowbell once, and was... subsequently raped
by a bull. Again. He was amorous. Anyway, despite my lack of musical
ability, I do write song lyrics from time to time. It helps to heal the pain.
From the raping. Mostly in my lower back. There was... emotional pain too,
of course, but... those hooves!
Anyway, I'm honored occasionally by collaborations with other artists who
are far more talented than I. And... who have no carnal knowledge of their
hamburger meat (that I know of). Thus, I owe tremendous debt to those
mentioned on this page.
Please note, all the lyrics posted here are copyrighted, and many were
published in my book The Twisted Mind of Daniel Guyton (Poetry and Plays
in the Dark Comedy Vein), or are part of my play The Mother of God Visits
Hell.
If you're a musician and would like to compose and/or record some of
these songs, please contact me at this email address. Thank you.
Sincerely,
Daniel Guyton
The first song is from my play The Mother of God Visits Hell. It is
entitled "My Heart Stands Divine", and was recorded at the WUGA
Radio Station in Athens, GA (97.1fm). Music composed and
performed by Mirla Criste. Vocals by Katherine Walters.
| MY HEART STANDS DIVINE by Daniel Guyton (From The Mother of God Visits Hell) When all of the others worry, my heart Stands divine. Though their gaze be often blurry, I see Heaven’s shine. For God’s love Is strong and sturdy, and I feel sublime. In the days before aurora of The rising sun, God bestowed his glorious Aura unto everyone. All the souls Were born in heaven, and Elysium. And when God said “Let there be light,” it was Paradise. And on the earth created life, Mountains, trees, and birds. And soon mankind Would be united with the universe. Some say love, and some say violence, makes The world go round. But God can take that lonely Silence, and make a joyous sound. In the glow Of heaven’s kindness, may you all be found. Now go with God, towards new horizons, spread His love around. Feel the warmth of dawn arising From the sallow ground. And if this show Be so delighting, please make a happy sound. © 2009 |
The same song was also composed and performed by James Ty
Cumbie, as part of The Living Theatre's Staged Reading series in
Manhattan, NY.
Cumbie, as part of The Living Theatre's Staged Reading series in
Manhattan, NY.
| SOFTLY DIDST THOU WAVER by Daniel Guyton (From The Mother of God Visits Hell) Softly didst thou waver when I sat upon Thy knee. Thy breath I often savored When’ sang a song to me. My ears they craved Such favors from thy concinnity. Hm-hm-hm-hm. When in misdirection, I misspoke of thee. ‘Tis not a recollection that I am proud To keep, but my youthful indiscretions Became most painful memories. Hm-hm-hm-hm Softly through the valley, and to the land Below, I saw my mother sally forth, And heard the whistles blow. Oh mother, won’t Thou dally, why must thou quickly go? Hm-hm-hm-hm So many words unspoken, so many songs Unheard, my mother’s love unbroken, Her body though interred. And though my eyes are Open wide, my vision’s growing blurred. Hm-hm-hm-hm Still softly in the moonlight, and in the summer Night, I feel thy arms around me, Love, Singing lullabies. My mother’s now the loveliest Soul in paradise. Hm-hm-hm-hm. © 2009 |
The next song is entitled "Softly Didst Thou Waver" and is also from The Mother of God
Visits Hell. It was recorded at the WUGA Radio Station in Athens, GA (97.1fm). Music
composed and performed by Mirla Criste. Vocals by Katherine Walters.
Visits Hell. It was recorded at the WUGA Radio Station in Athens, GA (97.1fm). Music
composed and performed by Mirla Criste. Vocals by Katherine Walters.
And again, this same song was also composed and performed by James Ty Cumbie, as part
of the Living Theatre's Staged Reading Series in Manhattan, NY.
of the Living Theatre's Staged Reading Series in Manhattan, NY.
| James Ty Cumbie playing "My Heart Stands Divine" at the Living Theatre in NYC - March 2009 |
| Katherine Walters singing "Softly Didst Thou Waver" at the Town & Gown Theatre in Athens, GA - February 2009 |
Next up is a song composed and recorded by the band FAKE OBSESSION (from Shropshire
England). This track is an acoustic demo, and the final electric version should be ready
soon... (This is actually a funny story. The lead guitarist is also named Dan Guyton, but no
relation - that we know of). The song is called "Good Times Go"! Enjoy!
England). This track is an acoustic demo, and the final electric version should be ready
soon... (This is actually a funny story. The lead guitarist is also named Dan Guyton, but no
relation - that we know of). The song is called "Good Times Go"! Enjoy!
| GOOD TIMES GO by Daniel Guyton Full of frustration, anger, and tears, I drown all my burdens in my bottle of beer. I sit at the bar and look all around me, I’ve been hiding from Sorrow, but I fear that she’s found me. I don’t want to be here, but I don’t want to go home, I just want to be where I’m not so alone. And all I wanna know – is where’d the good times go? And all I wanna know – is where did the good times go? Because when I was a young man, I had myself a dream, That I could be an old man, and marry me a queen. But I am hardly regal, and I am not a prince. I am just a poor boy with some shiny sentiments. But don't misunderstand me, I'm not playing dumb, I'm not sitting down there with my ass around my thumb. I'm just trying to find out what it's all about. Why my life is empty, and why my head is full of doubt. And all I wanna know – is where’d the good times go? And all I wanna know – is where did the good times go? But as the clock approaches midnight, my eyelids start to fall, My cranium is heavy from too much alcohol. I just want to lie down, and curl up on the ground. But the bartender calls me “buddy” and buys another round. My thoughts they are all muddy, my words won’t make a sound. Two more shots of Southern, and I’ll be spinning on the ground. And all I wanna know – is where’d the good times go? And all I wanna know – is where did the good times go? Early in the morning, my brain begins to ache, And when I try to stand up, my legs begin to shake. My stomach feels uneasy, like a buoy in a lake. So I take a shot of Pepto, with some… day-old birthday cake. And as I fight against the devil to keep my head upright, All I can remember… is how much fun I had last night. And all I wanna know – is where’d the good times go? And all I wanna know – is where did the good times go? © 2007 |
The rest of these songs are not being recorded by
anyone at the moment, but if you are musically
inclined, I'd love to hear your take on them! Please
contact me to let me know! Thanks! -Dan Guyton
PS Yes, I know, they're pretty dark, but writing these
helped me get through some pretty dark patches in
my life...
anyone at the moment, but if you are musically
inclined, I'd love to hear your take on them! Please
contact me to let me know! Thanks! -Dan Guyton
PS Yes, I know, they're pretty dark, but writing these
helped me get through some pretty dark patches in
my life...
| CONSOLATION PRIZE by Daniel Guyton I'm sleeping on the pins, I’m tossing from the needles. Morning wanders in Through the open keyhole. I don't know who I am, I don't know why I'm hurtin', But I crawl out of bed, And I draw back the curtains. Daylight kicks me in the face, And of one thing I am certain: I don't wanna win no consolation prize. I just wanna swim inside the comfort of your eyes. So where do I begin This story of two people? Lost and wandering Through the valley of the evil. One says to the other, "Don't run out on me." The other tries to compromise, And now the lies are all I see. I don't wanna win no consolation prize. I just wanna swim inside the ocean of your eyes. We used to wallow in our sin, But now I'm swallowing my ego, Because I know you're with him, And you’re following where he goes. Me? I'm at the Comfort Inn But I don't feel comfort-able, Because I'm drinking all the gin, And my gun is on the table. I know where he lives, And I'll kill you if I'm able. Because I don't wanna win no consolation prize. I just wanna end all your constant alibis. Now I'm alone again, And I'm flipping through the bible. I wonder if the man Who wrote it committed libel. Because God don't understand, And I don't think he loves me. He's ruined all my plans, Why isn't anyone above me? I don't wanna win no consolation prize. I just wanna swim inside the comfort of your eyes. © 2007 |
| FINDING THE IGNITION by Daniel Guyton I never seem to get to where I feel the need to be. It’s not that I’m directionless, just trapped in my unhappiness Misplacing my affections like they’re car keys. And wonder why I’m always so alone. I cling to those who run from me and push those away who care; I stare at imperfections through a magnifying glass. And cast aside my lighter side and burden all my friends with my unhappiness; And blame myself for things I've never done. I feel incomplete, unsatisfied, unless I’m telling myself lies. I feel like there’s a brighter side, but I’m afraid to hurt my eyes. There’s nothing wrong with me, There’s nothing wrong with me, There’s nothing wrong with – I feel like I’m diseased. I feel washed away like yesterday, and masturbate the pain away, But it remains there anyway, just splattered on the wall. And nothing ever works the way it should. Nothing ever goes the way it should. I hurt myself unmercifully and persecute judicially; I burn myself unwillingly and watch all of my dreams just fade away. It never seems to feel like I’ve accomplished anything; Always pushing hard against myself. I feel like I can’t get away from morning, noon, or yesterday, And climbing up the escalator going down just makes me tired. There’s nothing wrong with me, There’s nothing wrong with me, There’s nothing wrong with – Meanings aren’t worth much anymore. And all the doors are locked up tight. I feel like I can’t stand my life And feeling like I feel inside. I feel like there’s a brighter light. I feel like I’m a suicide. And I don’t really like me anymore. I feel like I’m a waste of flesh, I feel like I’m depressed. I feel like I’m an empty man, I feel like I’m a mess. Yet I am not an ordinary man. Or at least that’s what I try to tell myself. But I’m talking to a person I can barely stand. I don’t know why I hate myself. When there’s nothing wrong with me, When there’s nothing wrong with me, When there’s nothing wrong with – O why can’t I believe it? © 2001 |
| HERE, YOU LAUGHING by Daniel Guyton I rub my finger on your eyelids while you’re sleeping I rub my ass upon your pillow when you’re awake I burn my clothes off when they’re on me I light the matches I feel all kinds of indecisions I hear you laughing Through all kinds of indiscretions You point at me Through the wail of exhibition, You’re alone. My shattered dreams are like a mirror My face is broke in two My veins are squirting at me I hear you laughing I’m past the point of no return. Your eyes are like an angel’s And your breath is sweet perfume But you’re screaming like a devil And your tune is like an air raid siren Deep inside my head. I hear you laughing. I cut my veins up with a razor I tie your arms behind your back And, like menstruation bursting From the skirts of twelve-year olds, I watch the rivers flowing From my wrists onto the cracks between the bathroom tiles. Oh, I’ll be burning up the Heavens with a blow torch when I’m able I’ll be Cain and you’ll be Samson with a razor to your hair And I’ll be absolutely angel-fied and glorified And… petrified When all I do is dance like water on your grave. And all the blood-stains in the throw rug Disappear. And when all the smell of incense is like cinnamon Removed. And all the innocence and beauty of your face is like An avalanche, come crashing down. I hate the dual nature you possess. I hate the way you laugh at me I hate the way you dress I hear you laughing. I hear the blood spill out around me as I take another look Inside your eyes Beautiful, like two cold pools of melted ice Disappearing in the shards of glass upon the wall inside my Bathroom. Many days I spent inside your beautiful blue eyes And now I watch them slowly fade away. And no one else is in this room but me I hear you laughing No one else is in this room but me You beautiful and ugly Lonely freak. © 2003 |
| Dan Guyton (no relation) of the English band Fake Obsession. They recorded my song "Good Times Go." |