Biography of Daniel McCann
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Daniel McCann Poems
I walked summer through winter and handed her my coat to keep her warm summer wanted to find her heritage so we began a journey that took us back to a time before she was born I found that summer didn't ask to be adopted by winter
How do you face him? When you are facing me you see two, forgetting theres three you look at him but you look at me.
Feeling like a ghost when the people I want to see me don't I take out my rejection on the ones I love the most I dont face the blackness
The Red Shirt
When they asked me why I started doing this again I just told them, its cause I have to...
Whiskey To Words
sat in a painful place going through it thinking all about that last audition and I'm wishing that I never blew it this dark night with whiskey in my system
Kate closes the door falls to her bedroom floor kate cant even stand the results in her hand
Your Love Is A War
You embraced me and held these cold hands you faced me when I felt I was so distant
Her Hidden Hill Top
I just cant understand whats going on inside your heart I just wanna give you my hand so we can make a new start
My Lovely Storm
My lovely let me hold onto you let me save you from this outrageous storm that fights to be free locked inside your heart, so beats but hurts because it comes down hard
My Dolly's Not Parton
Your just annoyed cause I'm not another singer your annoyed cause I'm not afraid to put up my middle finger I'm not afriad to take you on tv just to beat you up on Jerry Springer. Your still lay on my bed with your legs tied back behind your head
As the sun dies the Angel cries and the tears of the sky fall down from blue eyes,
You are no longer on the Anson you are in a brighter place that is far better if you can hear me, I want you to know, you may be gone
Pretty Little Self
You sit taking the attention from all the boys girl your pretty little self is what I avoid I wont buy you a drink when you have more than you can carry. I wont buy you a drink. Your table is full.
I ask the receptionist where the hitman is. She tells me hes been awaiting my arrival hes just down the corridoor, the third door on the left One, two, three. Its the only one with a red cross.
We all sat round the table
we were dressed in black
the cans in my fidge
they were my only six pack
its strange to see that people change
but its even stranger
to see that a heart can remain the same
Decemeber snow turned to manchester rain