I Did a Zombie Shoot Today With the Impeccable Photog Blake Morrow, some selfies

Darren the Dazzler

Darren the dazzler
Oh fear all you friends
His seductive charm
His impossible smile
Oh Darren the dazzler
Be wary
Be wary, friends...
The glint in his eye
His ridiculous ire
His impossible mind
Be warned, be wary
When he gets in his cups
When he gets in his cups he too
Loses him self
Oh Daren the dazzler
He'll take you in to
The gates of heaven
An' all seven layers
Of hell
Oh sweet uncouth prince
He swears in his soup
Darren so dazzled
Can't help but bedazzle

Lock up your sons and daughters
As Darren does an' will
Infect you all
With that glint in his eye
His impossible smile
Darren the Dazzler
Does dazzle all
Who enter his range
Unto the beginning or in to
Your end

By: Daniel Smallegange

Oh Won't You Dear Kindly (a love song)

Oh, won't you kindly
Bring me that needle
Oh that I might sew up my heart
Oh, won't you dear kindly
Just bring me that sparrow
That it might just soothe my distress
Oh, won't you friend kindly
Just bring me an arrow
As cupid this time has miss fired
Oh oh oh..... then...
Won't you sir kindly,
Pretty please sir kindly
Darn you're so kind to
Oh hand me a flame thrower
So I might vent fury
Oh I might vent furry
On all of her wardrobe
An' record collection
As I am kind of pissed off
OLAY!

By: Daniel Smallegange

From a Photo Shoot by Blake Morrow for the Short Film I am in 'The Officer'.

In Amsterdam

Remember when I cried
And then you sat on my lap
And kissed away my tears?
That is romantic!
I was fucked up for a year
But that was romance!
I miss that kind of feeling
I don't feel that way for you any more
But that was feeling
Do you ever feel alone?
And after that we made love
And there was the blood
And you were ashamed until I was not
And we laughed about it
And then went to the communal shower
And washed it all off
In Amsterdam
I was so poor
You in your artist's squat
The kind that was fashionable
I know you won't respond to this letter
But it feels good to me to write
I am doing well now
You'd like my little house in Toronto
So sheltered and quiet, enshrouded
Both in back and front
By hills and trees
I am writing this song now as I type
It is for me now
Not for you

By: Daniel Smallegange

Lizard and Fly

By Daniel Smallegange

Blood and Treasure

The cost in blood and treasure
Your beauty inflicts
Is draining on
My economy of resource
Your cheekbones have laid the siege
But your intellect is alone enough
To bring me to my knees
Recourse and resistance
The high cost in
Blood and treasure
My will to fight is shattered by
Your light hearted laughter
So fraught with danger
That shy mischievous smile
Triggers Klaxons
All the things you do to my
Interiors
Your eyes like claws
They tear at me
On my heartstrings and other tender
Defences
The cost in blood and treasure grows
With no end in sight

By: Daniel Smallegange