Biography of David DeAngelo
No I'm not the dating guy 'David DeAngelo'. Songwriter.
David DeAngelo Poems
How do you feel When you’re feeling blue? If I turn red Oh, what will you do?
I went dreaming last night And I fell into a pit Then I awoke to find I had fallen to the pit
An Amber Autumn
Beneath the leaves Of an amber autumn I hide myself, deep away At the foot of the trees
The Story Of Our Love I: Recollection Of...
I stare at the rising sun alone Flowers in hand A girl in my heart Wishing that you were here but you’re not
A Ballad For Marty Mcgownd
Bottom of the ninth The home team is down The bases are full No man has a frown
Living By Numbers
All the things you thought you were And all the things you want to be They all crumble down at your feet They are laying right in front of me
This Song, New Song
This song New song My song Your song
Stuck in some sort of static movement I don’t know which way is up or down The sign says stop but the light says go I’m more confused than I’ll ever know
Is the moon really made of cheese? Is the talk really about the birds and the bees? Are stars just fireflies stuck in the sky? Or is all that I’ve been told a lie?
The Story Of Our Love Ii: Monroeville Su...
I drove with you sitting next to me My arm around you You leaning on me Our love starting but ending so soon
Walking down the corridor of my life I follow the only way it leads To a door at the edge of its darkness And I must enter to face my deeds
Only slightly sane That’s what the man in the chair told me
Broken hearts Shattered faith The happ’nings of our life We all walk on with this pain
As is look ahead I see myself But I can't recognize Who I see
Mattie Town Charity Ball
Come one, come all
To the Henry Jay Hall
For this year’s annual charity ball
Come one, come all
It’s held every fall
Don’t forget your fancy black shawl
I’d like for you to come
Cause you look o so glum