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How you got to yes.
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Tell me sweet, how you got to yes.
Was it me? Or just that I confessed?
Tell me love, all I need to know.
Will you stay or will you go?
Now that I understand what I am fighting for - open doors.
My open door - not to run away, but just to have some more.
Not to take too much, but just to explore.
Words & Music © 2013 Ashley Daneman
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He loves me well.
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He loves me well.
All I will say, is “He loves me well. Fortune or pain, He loves me well.”
Yes, He loves me well. Though I have suffered I come now again. He loves me well.
Though I have suffered, though I have pain, He loves me well. Oh whoa! I come now again, I come again!
Words & Music © 2013 Ashley Daneman
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Sing, I am waiting for you to sing.
Can you catch a breath now and sing?
Can you feel my heart beat when you sing?
Can you feel me here?
Sing over sorrow and sing over pain.
Sing your regrets until they’re light again.
Sing over death, ‘til we’re live again.
Sing over worry and sing over fear.
Sing when you’re close and when you’re no where near.
Oh, oh, oh.
Sing over death, sing ‘til you’re good and live again.
Tell me a story when you sing, tell me all about it.
Tell me ‘bout the time when you grew wings.
And don’t rush your song, don’t rush your song ‘cause I think, you’re right where you belong.
Won’t you tell me all about it? Won’t tell me, oh? All about the time when you grew wings? Ah! When you sing. When you sing.
Words & Music © 2013 Ashley Daneman
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This is somebody else’s piano. I can feel it when I sit.
This is somebody else’s piano. I can only play with it.
This is somebody else’s clothing, if it lasts me long enough.
This is somebody else’s clothing. Weird how I got so attached to my stuff.
These are somebody else’s children, even though they came from me.
These are somebody else’s children, I can only set them free.
Like this!! Do do doot do!
Words & Music © 2013 Ashley Daneman
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Think on whatever is lovely.
Think on whatever is true.
Think on whatever is right and all these things will come to you.
Think on whatever is beauty.
Think on whatever is pure.
Think on whatever is peace and all these things they will be yours.
Think on, think on!
Oh child, gotta figure it out. What’s it about? Oh child, be still.
Oh child, can you see that I’m here, there’s nothing to fear? Oh child, you will.
Words & Music © 2013 Ashley Daneman
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Beauty indestructible.
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Beauty, indestructible beauty.
Oh, I am. You are.
I am a poor boy, I have nothing of my own.
Save this ticket, that’s bound to take me home.
Now, if you see me goin’ down a crooked road.
You better see me here, you better make me known.
Come on and see me here, come on and make me known.
I wanna be known for my beauty, indestructible beauty.
Words & Music © 2013 Ashley Daneman
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Here comes a body.
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Here comes a body, a body with limbs.
Here comes a body, a body with a chin.
Here comes a life that, no one has known.
Here comes a body, a body, a soul!
Here comes a body.
A precious body and a soul.
A precious soul. Why haven’t you seen it?
I’m all for you, I’m all for you body and soul.
Words & Music © 2013 Ashley Daneman
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You say to the dark, you are tired of these things you’ve had to bear.
And now you want to go where no one’s ever lost.
Comes a power, calls my name.
Comes a power, and I am changed.
There’s no need to comprehend,
What I’m feelin’ now is over my head.
I say to the dark, “I am tired of these things I’ve had to bear. And now I want to go where no one’s ever lost.”
Comes a power, soft as night,
To release me from all my fight.
There’s no need to educate,
‘Cause it’s speaking life all over this place.
Up here it feels like I’m falling and like I’m already caught.
And suddenly I realize, I have never, ever been lost.
I have been right here. All this time. I’ve been right here, oh, right here.
Words & Music © 2013 Ashley Daneman
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Lonely trips down stairs and Lonely falls and dies and Lonely doesn’t question. It was no surprise. But, what if he were sitting, dreaming, underneath the forest’s virgin tree?
Angry has no heartache. Angry has no fears. Angry hasn’t answered one phone call in years. But, what if she were sitting, dreaming, underneath the forest’s virgin tree?
Angels leave their dust and sometimes no one cheers. Darky damped their eyes and sorrow shut their ears. But, what if we were sitting, dreaming, underneath the forest’s virgin tree?
Would I still be me? Would I recognize me?
Words & Music © 2013 Ashley Daneman
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Ashley Daneman Kalamazoo, Michigan
Ashley Daneman is a singer who a combines “a literary sensibility with a driving experimental jazz style where the heart of the song can find itself anywhere and always in a personal intimate space” (Marlbank). Her new release, People Are Fragile (Flood Music), traverses the emotional waters of pain, recovery, and rebirth following a series of losses. ... more
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