Danny Vogel is an artist from Chicago, Illinois, on the Discorporate Records label.

http://www.myspace.com/discorporaterecords

http://www.discoporaterecords.com

The Music Collection

To listeners of Hector’s show on Future Radio in Norwich – since he linked this site to the radio station’s earlier today – this message is for you!  I have been listening to his radio show streamed while in Chicago, USA!  Great show, isn’t it?!

You can reach me with any ideas or feedback or just to say hello at

danny.vocal@gmail.com

(the following songs were recorded by Danny in a corner of his apartment in a space the size of a fridge, playing all the instruments himself, with children running around half the time, in what little time could be stolen here and there from an otherwise busy life!)

MOURNING

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The only instrumental on the website.  I was at my mother’s in Kingston, England, in the summer of 2009 a few weeks after my father died, and I wrote and played this short piece  on his beloved piano before my mother sold it.  It was recorded on a cheap cassette player resting on the piano.

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WE COULD BE A RIVER (dedicated to Susan)

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LYRICS

We could be a river holding fish in our hands

We could be a giver back of all we took from these lands

You wanted a partner, not a hermit in a cave

I’ll crawl out on four claws, catch your plankton in the waves

(like a good merman)

We could eat as creatures on whom others will be fed

We could play for hours with our antennae on the sea bed

We could find a different beach, saves a fortune in mortgages

And play all day long with our two beautiful savages

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BLACK AND WHITE

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(this song was the result of a brief reunion with “Southside Rich” and Brian of christ!)

LYRICS

Passing through the modern world

Its beautiful colors

People are amazed that I

Can only see it in black and white

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AVALANCHE

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(composed while asleep, then written down in haste upon awaking)

LYRICS

What’s the point in crying?

What’s the point in trying?

Every day less bathe under the sun

Less pollinate, less webs are spun

Avalanche     Avalanche

Why oh why

Do we let them die?

What’s the point in crying?

What’s the point in trying?

Everyone’s on headphones or cell

Watching the world burning in hell

Avalanche    Avalanche

Why oh why

Do we let them die?

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LONDON TOWN

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(my Penny Lane inspired by attending the orators at Speakers Corner, London, as a lad, though the first half of the song is set over a century earlier, the second half in the present)

LYRICS:

(Victorian socialist street barker, advertising both a local meeting with William Morris and the journal the Commonweal)

When you walk through the rain of London Town

Can you hear voices of the empire going down?

Wallpaper designer on a soap box stand

Rousing hearts, pushing carts, to take back their land

“Commonweal!”  Turning wheels    In the rain

Clear the grime      It is time                 In the rain

In a pub,  Where’s the crowd plotting overthrows?

Just frozen pose     Heads in rows      In the TV glows

Lungs are clean       It’s a time to detoxify

While around    London Town    Money gentrifies

Come beguiled      Oscar Wilde     Speaks tonight

On how life    Can be part      Of what goes by art

When you walk through the rain of London Town

Can you hear voices of the empire going down?

“Commonweal!”  Turning wheels    In the rain

Clear the grime      It is time       In the rain

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RIPPLES

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(this song is dedicated to Diana Gordon and Joyce Carpeneto, who perished in the first tower on that terrible day of 9/11.  It was written and played for them 14 years earlier in Hotel 17, New York, where they shared a room)

(A song about the burden and shadow of the past in the present that can never be run from or that never erases itself)

LYRICS:

Father, I need to learn Why eagles fly away, never return Son, the eagles know That when the land is cursed, it’s time to go Father, it’s not too clear What curse should fall on us, after these thousand years Son, the Shadow falls The mountains ring with death; hear the bugle calls Oh, but the Great Spirits watch us and judge From the Great Plains they store with our love Without trace the white man will deface All the hills and fields to replace With his fear of the wide open space He will offer us sickness and war ‘Til their souls have been moved to deplore For their spirits to teach them again How the earth came to live with its men And how men come to live with them

Diane, how high we sit Like Gods that watch below, to treasure it Daniel, see those motorways Twist smoke upon the green, cut earth like cake Diane, why do I think That each time we seem to have less earth to drink Daniel, it’s ours to steal The earth returns in full for each joy we feel We yearn ever outward and ever beyond Past the footmarks we left by the pond Past the skin that we peeled when we both First tasted our days of full growth Ever outward we lose sight of here Lose the touch of the contact we fear Is that not why the elders marched on Never clinging to Truths that could save Like the white men who came from the waves Their self-oppressed souls to escape, never face

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SQUARE TIMES

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(written in 1988 in Manhattan about the prostitutes of Times Square – could apply to any today)

LYRICS

The rush, the hush of breath, she’s come this way all by herself She’s pale; the lights, the rain all beat her brow, she’s by herself The girls all laugh at her, she’s new but they know her well Time, you hold me back like this folded and fading picture of them Pushing my swing in the days before broken bottles broke bones This man who smells like a sewer loves her These men old enough to be Dad hurt her, but less than Daddy did

The siren loud and bright came for her friend, took her away Not just from the syringe but from the puke in which she lay “Mama, will you send me dough to take the bus back home No, I’m really fine, it simply gets to be much too much sometimes I’ve got a job, oh did I really ask you for money now? Oh no, I couldn’t go back to school I wouldn’t care to be pulled by my hair no more, Mommy… The money’s not for drugs, it’s to take care of my big round tummy”

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TIRED, LIFE BEGAN

(My A Day In The Life, about the life of routine that is often the life of employment)

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LYRICS:

her day started as usual, alarming bell breaking the dream, a dental drill through the skull, clambering half-awake to set table, blue plastic bowl, his favorite Chinese soup spoon, multicolor cereal box, 5-year-old boy wiping the sleep from his eyes, skating down the hall in slippers to table holding bunny, good morning little man, [kiss], showering while he ate, putting on makeup, work suit, running to school with the boy, pacing a few more blocks to train station, others looking eerily similar, dressed for work, underslept, the checking watch tics, sitting near window, new sun bathing face, employees shuffling in large numbers off train at city center, codename for site populated with employment offices, lucky to have my job, lucky it has me, always on time, they like my work, sure to move up one day, lunchtime, coworkers gathering around boxes of fast food, opening her lunch-box, removing bean salad, eating it quietly while watching the crowds outside mulling about downtown streets, all on their lunch break hour as well, off the leash at the same time, after work, stopping at supermarket on the way home, half an hour to select items, fifteen of them to check prices and ingredients, balancing nutrition and cost, Librans are good at balancing they say, if you believe them, boy ran to the door welcomingly to give and receive gigantic hug, I am the world to him but a speck of dust to the world, relieving babysitter and handing her the last forty dollars in her purse, life traded in paper, “goodbye, see you tomorrow!” Tired, life began, warm rich aromas of dinner, music, board games, laughing, dancing, snuggling, little boats in the bath, stories of magic, lights off, little one asleep, safe in sheets, dreaming, oblivious to the world, the last hour, undressing, jumping into cozy pea green bedclothes, nauseously paying bills, tv show, dishes, lights off, eyes closed, we’ll make it somehow, might meet a handsome man one day, her day started as usual.

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WAR TO THE RHYTHM OF W.H. AUDEN

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(A christ! song about what the many here do while people across the ocean are being murdered for the profits of the few – christ!’s anti-Iraq War song written by two psychologists, Danny Vogel here in the States and Matthew Gibbons in the U.K.)

LYRICS

Stop your donations, turn off the news

Ignore the killing and your oil hungry views

Silence the children, pay your tax for a bomb

Deny your involvement, let the guilt come.

They are men, women, children and unborn,

They were already suffering from our concern.

Little food, no medicine, no soap, just song,

I thought Babylon would last forever:  I was wrong.

Watch the promises rain down on the city,

Be shocked and awed by skies so pretty.

Put extra ketchup on your fish and chips,

Worry about your career and your flabby hips.

Monitor the markets and enjoy the Oscars,

Alternate your celebrities with military maneuvers.

Stock up on petrol, buy water and more videotape,

Feel better for marching as the excuses take shape.

Wish our lads a good fight, they’re the best, be proud,

Killing thousands of Iraqis will bring peace we’re told.

Forget that Bush and Blair

Have lied and lied and lied,

To sell us the coalition of the bullied,

The terrified and the bribed.

We are the North, the South, the East and the West,

We are the strong, the weak, the killers and the rest.

We are the scared, the poor, the confused; the gone,

Hell on earth we are told is just a taste of what’s to come.

Games and circuses are now needed; turn one on,

Pack up the books, go to the gym and read the Sun.

Play with your toys, clean your car and do some D.I.Y.,

Soak up the war coverage with a beer but don’t ask why.

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UNSETTLEMENTS

(Picture of Palestinian refugee camp by Nasr Abdul Aziz, who himself grew up in one)

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LYRICS

I can hear the sounds of war But I don’t hear no songs of angels Man of earth and God no more Now that the kings have been felled I see you building on the sand Upon the stolen Arab farmyards For Russians and Americans There’s profits in the Promised Land Oppressors always talk of rights Do violently cut foreskins cut it? To think my Jewish brothers once dreamt Of Semites classless and free Tell me who feels at home On either side of the fence? Unsettled lives in settlements Oh does it really make sense? The stars are shining bright tonight The sand beats with the feet of children The Dead Sea is alive with light Oh could this be heaven? How easily visions get bent When fashioned by the power hungry To think my Jewish sisters once dreamt Of Semites classless and free Tell me who feels at home On either side of the fence? Unsettled lives in settlements Oh does it really make sense? I can hear the sounds of war But I don’t hear no songs of angels Man of earth and God no more Now that the kings have been felled

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GETS IN THE WAY

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Click play icon below for Mp3 of Life as

(me in the living room singing holding my guitar while a drum machine sets a beat in the background)

LYRICS

Life as a stand up comedy routine – The crowd laughs contagious though the jokes are boring Life as a soap opera everyone sings While trying to live in other people’s skins Life as a flower that promises to bloom As a party you arrive at as the guests leave the room  Life as a politician’s empty rhetoric  Promising the skies but making you airsick

Life as an office job with upwards prospects A sentence for life of meetings and traffic Life as the news that repeats the same stories Selling the banal as old gories and glories  Life as a pop band riding on its hype  One hit on the album and the other songs shite Life as a xmas present from the in-laws Your sixth box of tools and a pair of oversized drawers

Life as a coworker sickeningly joyful Being robbed blind in a theft that is lawful Life as a line in the supermarket counter Your daily dose of “can’t pay, can’t have” encounter Life as a dream that you scream with your lips sealed Life as a horror show you view through your windshield Life as a hand that comes to stroke your genitals As you come apart daily petal by petal

Life as sarcophagus they closed before you last breath Life as a desperate flee away from a living death Life as a giggle in between a day’s serious… Rules and regulations wrap around deleterious Life as art, life as color, life as song Life as sex, life as play, life as living daylong Life as your place where you’ll work by the window With a view of the train that takes the others to and fro

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ECOLOGY FOR THE PROFIT MACHINE

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(also played with the band christ!)

LYRICS

Well I sweat to stay alive working nine to five

Come home in my bubble down Lake Shore Drive

With the others who think they’re so middle class

But they all get paid for licking arse

They ride a different car, makes them feel unique

But they’re in the same traffic every day of the week

And the fumes from the system choke the ecology

And the Mayor’s solution is grow more trees, more trees!

Ecology, Keep the air clean,   For you and me and the profit machine,

Ecology,   Ecology for the profit machine

In the city there are those who live in the slums

Kids alone in garbage waiting for their moms

Kids wondering when will dad return

And flog them with a belt, give them cigarette burns

There’s suffering and boredom in the big city

And the Mayor’s solution is making it pretty

Renovate the stadium, paint more bicycle lanes

Give us all a facelift when we try to complain, complain!

Ecology, Keep the air clean,  For you and me and the profit machine,

Ecology, Ecology for the profit machine

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RICHEY JAMES EDWARDS

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LYRICS

This close, that far from non-being but these feelings give such a fright, where’s the love, where’s the light?  I have led myself to some gorgeous places before so why not again?  My art, their tart, they squeeze I fart, this is my business, their business, my soul, and maybe I’ll plant a seed for millions of pop fans to read, my dialectical cross.  I wanted to just waste away, contracts with labels, with friends and myself to kick the Spectacle world in the arse, a thing of beauty this life, I want to meet it head on, and rock it for all it’s worth  ‘Caus the revolution ain’t coming today and Richey James Edwards has plenty to say even after following the lovers who meet off the Severn Bridge    And it’s hard to be the voice that no listener sees and Richey James Edwards tried so hard to please but he stayed in the crowd while the band played aloud his poetry to empower these kids  This close, that far from non-being but these feelings give such a fright, where’s the love, where’s the light?   I have led myself to some gorgeous places before so why not again?     I wanted to just waste away, contracts with labels, with friends and myself to kick this capitalist world in the arse, a thing of beauty this life, I want to meet it head on and rock it for all it’s worth  ‘Caus the revolution ain’t coming today and Richey James Edwards has plenty to say even after following the lovers who meet off the Severn Bridge And it’s hard to be the voice that no listener sees and Richey James Edwards tried so hard to please but he stayed in the crowd while the band played aloud his poetry to empower these kids Yeah the revolution ain’t coming today oh and Richey James Edwards has plenty to say oh even after following the lovers who meet off the Severn Bridge And it’s hard to be the voice that no listener sees and Richey James Edwards tried so hard to please but he stayed in the crowd while the band played aloud his poetry to empower these kids Yeah the revolution ain’t coming today and Richey James Edwards has plenty to say

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GOLDEN RULERS

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(another great song from the band christ! which was Danny Vogel, Brian Rudd of Discorporate Records (www.discorporaterecords.com) and “Southside” Rich)

LYRICS

Is it school or is it boot camp

As I pledge allegiance

Spirit in surgical clamp

To this flag romance

Every school in every nation

Is molding eager minds

Stifling imagination

But my fingers are crossed behind

I refuse to bow

I refuse to serve

Though they are training me how

To be a worker in a herd

Won’t lose my nerve

Is it school or is it mind control

The adults in friction

If I’m a child of the animals

Or of a feudal fiction

Curriculum just politics

To pacify the masses

The ruling ideas are the ideas of the ruling classes

I refuse to bow

I refuse to serve

Though they are training me how

To be a worker in a herd

Won’t lose my nerve

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THE COLLECTIVE

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You spend Your days from beginning to end Window shopping for a friend For friendships ‘Caus when relationships are getting stale You might hunt one down that’s on sale If you get good tips ‘Caus in a world that will pry us apart We seek some comfort for your heart And what it can give Yet do we feel as buoyed up in twos As we might if we would choose The collective You love me I love you What more can I ask But for the rest of what lies in the flask Both need total commitment to the task If it’s to win the girl Or win the world With our love Until the workers start to band My love and I we can hold hands And make a quorum I hear my love doth protest too loud They tell me that two makes a crowd Not a protest forum I pledge my love for all eternity Knowing full well that it won’t wait for me Is our love simply solidarity? A premonition of what will be Between everyone?

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I CAN BE HAPPY

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People are always asking me if I can be happy.  This is my reply to them!

ALIVE

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A christ! song about politics, pure and simple (okay, impure and simpleton).

LYRICS

Politic’s dead

Republican’s dead

Democrat’s dead

And the liberal’s dead

The Greens are all dead

The Fascists are dead

The Left Wing is dead

Religion is dead

Work is so dead

Shopping is dead

What we want is a world fit for human beings instead

What we want is to feel alive  Alive Alive Alive

What you gonna do with your eighty-two years?

Waste them in the office of your empty careers?

Watching out the window all your life drift by

Wishing you could play under the bright blue sky

Wishing you could live as master not as slave

Live by the dictates of the fancies you crave

Wake up overjoyed by the brand new day

It’s free, nothing to pay, just feel alive Alive Alive Alive