time is a matter of fact
I know that i have a friend, he stays with me all day long
He knows and i walk in his shell, bring me down, bring me down
How could i know that s where the wind blows, stupid tears, he stays with me all day long
out to the wind that s where my love goes
Out to the wind that s where my love goes, tie my brain into a knot
Tie my brain into a knot, and it brings me down, and it s gone and it ll never come back
Stupid tears, bring me down
he knows and i walk in his shell
bring me down
He knows and i walk in his shell, and it brings me down, it s wasted all the time
been tearing us apart
Been tearing us apart, out to the wind that s where my love goes
Stupid tears, he stays with me all day long
stupid tears
Bring me down, stupid tears, it s wasted all the time
Bring me down, he stays with me all day long, time is a matter of fact
out to the wind that s where my love goes
It s wasted all the time, he stays with me all day long
Bring me down, tie my brain into a knot, i know that i have a friend
been tearing us apart
Out to the wind that s where my love goes, out to the wind that s where my love goes, bring me down
He stays with me all day long, out to the wind that s where my love goes Daniel, bring me down
out to the wind that s where my love goes
Bring me down, but i got my feelings bent
bring me down
Stupid tears, it s wasted all the time
And it brings me down, he stays with me all day long
I know that i have a friend, stupid tears Johnston, time is a matter of fact
and my head looking at the ground
Tie my brain into a knot, how could i know that s where the wind blows
Stupid tears, stupid tears
Many people don't know that Daniel has written songs for over 150 different bands , beck,red hottchille peppers butt hole surfersa and more, you need to have had true love and painful loss to really feel his music.
time is a matter of fact
and it's gone and it'll never come back
and mine, it's wasted all the time
tears, stupid tears, bring me down
i got lucky by coincidencebut i got my feelings bent
and my head looking at the ground
tears, stupid tears, bring me down
how could you know that's where the wind blows
out to the wind that's where my love goes
and it brings me down
tie my brain into a knot
those tears, stupid tears, bring me down
i know that i have a friend
he stays with me all day long
he knows and i walk in his shell
i was born in the body and right from the start
those tears, stupid tears, been tearing us apart
how could i know that's where the wind blows
out to the wind that's where my love goes
and it brings me down
tie my brain into a knot
those tears, stupid tears, bring me down
Reminds me of a good friend
An exceptionally special person. It saddened me greatly to learn of his death. My 10 year old granddaughter has a T-shirt of one of his messages as a sort of 'comfort thing' I gave her. All she knows is that Daniel was worth loving.
Sadly and probably naively, I had never heard of this artist until his tragic passing. It just goes to show that there are many, many unplucked gems out there in the world who were better off that way. That's what made them special. That's what made them really mean something to all the many, many lost souls there are in the world who knew about Daniel or, like me, just discovered him.
Dude, music is about projecting and receiving emotion through sound. Are you telling me that amongst all the emotions possible to man this makes you feel nothing? because the amount of feeling in Daniels music is far beyond that of a three year old's capability surely. C'mon.
RIP Daniel. I will never forget you dropping over one afternoon with Heather. She sang for me and her delicate fairy-like voice made me cry. You gave me a shy smile and said "She's my girlfriend." That's when I knew instantly that every single girl was your girlfriend. Like a singing troubadour, like a sad Pierrot, your heart was thrown wide open.
I lost my memory when my wife died and although this was years ago listening to Daniel Johnson especially I have lost my mind can bring loving tears leaking out of my eyes and running down my face and I am thankful. We are all one and those who think they are separate from all else, just haven't got it yet. Love to all beingness.
You were my friend.. you were with me all day long.. you knew..
I miss you already.. I wish this was just a bad dream.. Rest In Peace my friend.. I wish to meet you in heaven someday.
it's raw emotion. the man was mentally unstable. it's raw art. look up his art work if you want, it's brilliant. the man's demon's are laid out and recorded, and it's terrible and beautiful and sad. what you're describing actually is what makes it so special in some cases. it's free even though he is not.