Danielle Ate the Sandwich (self titled)

by Danielle Ate the Sandwich

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wonderdog Oh what fun this one is. The voice is reminiscent of Angie Hart (Frente!) and the overall approach comes out as classic-style folk (the Greenwich Village sound?) with a smile.
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released January 30, 2007

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Danielle Ate the Sandwich Colorado

Danielle Ate the Sandwich is a national touring, folk singer/songwriter, known for her Youtube videos and composing the soundtrack to the HBO documentary, 'Packed in A Trunk: The Lost Art of Edith Lake Wilkinson.' DATS released 'The Terrible Dinner Guest' in Sept. 2016, her 6th full length album of original songs. Danielle often releases exclusive content on Bandcamp! Follow her to hear it! ... more

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Track Name: The Forecast
It’s harder to get up on the right side of the bed
These days foot steps in snow make me feel less alone
It’s secret I’m still hoping for some kind of X-ray vision
And I would beam into your bedroom blinds just so I knew you were alright

Acting mature is overrated I miss the days of keying cars
And spreading rumors on the bathroom stalls and locker room walls
Where we forgot we looked when we were hoping no one noticed
Praying someday we’d fit into this mess

It won’t be long before I
Forget just what it felt like
To fall asleep with you breathing next to me

I shut the door when you left to keep out the cold and myself
From running after you just like I saw in the movies
It’s true I have my regrets we never danced on roof tops
And I have found some fake words to say when somebody asks about our death

It won’t be long before I
Forget just what it felt like
To know that I did not know anything

It’s safe to say that even though we’re disregarding
I can’t help but to wonder which song you’re humming

And so I sit and pretend that I don’t mind that I don’t know you
or what your schedule might look like on any given Thursday afternoon
somebody wrote this rulebook and so we will make the effort
to be more scarce in the social situations that we might share

It won’t be long before I
Forget just what it felt like
To feel anything for you at all

In lines at grocery store I’m dozing off into you arms
And I hope some days you can’t help but to doze off to me to
Track Name: The Wanderer
The curtains have been closed, I am cold still
When hunters blow their smoke into the hills
And the pretty girls pick pine cones, In the white fields
And I am wide eyed waiting for you

So Mother mind the your words
These are young ears built to feast on what it is they hear

Mother don’t be cruel
If you are looking, a good man will whip himself in front of you

Win or lose, He will be there for you
And he will call you by your first name
Win or lose, I cannot comfort you
Anymore than my touch can tell

The lungs that I could long for
Are heaving hearts full of
Empty books on wood shelves starving
And the mouths that speak the good word
I am not good for because I tasted the fruit when it was ripe

And so I wash my hands clean of these things
And I will lick my lips and you will look but you can’t touch
And you will go on stalwart fighting for your causes
And I will go on stalwart counting all my loses

I am just as good as the ones who
Stand in the street and beg for mercy
Unlock your cellar door and let loose the demons
You keep within the belly of your beast

Win or lose, He will be there for you
And he will call you by your first name
Win or lose, I cannot comfort you
Anymore than my touch can tell