Happy To See Me

by Dan London

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Dan London is a singer-songwriter-guitarist-bassist (The Longwalls) living in the town of Jamaica Plain, MA. He hopes you dig his music but would rather you dig yourself.

Written over the course of several years in between Nashville and Boston, Happy to See Me is a record about changes——lots and lots of changes. A smart mix of Ray Davies and east coast cool, Happy to See Me is a midnight run through the trials and tribulations associated with becoming comfortable in one's own skin. Better late than never. The album is Dan's solo debut album, and features help from old friends Mike Quinn (Moontower / Q Division, and Kurt von Stetten.

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released February 21, 2012

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Dan London: Lead and Backing Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Mandolin, MTron
Will Dickson: Drums
Kurt von Stetten: Cello, Ukele, Washboard, Tambourine, Backing Vocals, Space Keys, Cowbell
Ilene Altman: Piano, Keys, Backing Vocals, Melodica
Mike Quinn: Wulitzer, Backing Vocals

Produced by Dan London and Mike Quinn.
Engineered, mixed, and mastered by Mike Quinn at Moontower (Q Division). Additional recording was done at Kurt von Stetten's home studio.

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Dan London Boston, Massachusetts

Dan London is a singer-songwriter-guitarist-bassist. (See TheLongwalls.com ) He’s a gumbo cooker, bourbon drinker, and a friend to words both great and small. He hails from New Jersey, an only child in a wilderness of Aqua net. He now makes his home in Boston where he lives with his wife, their cat, and an unapologetic belief in the power and beauty of the popular song. ... more

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Track Name: Little Bit About Me
She was a Puerto Rican girl with a Puerto Rican name,
that I’d always mispronounce to my ever-lasting shame.
Then she’d begin to shout and she’d shake it all about.
And we’d forget for a while when she said …

Don’t you know a little? Don’t make me upset.
Don’t you know a little? Don’t take that drink yet.
Don’t you know a little? I like to make the pretty boys sweat.
Now you know a little ‘bout me.

She took me to meet her moms. She took me to meet her pops.
Then she took me in her palms and she urged me not to stop.
And I knew it was a test and I tried to do my best.
I still don’t know if I passed when she said …

Don’t you know a little? Don’t make me upset.
Don’t you know a little? Don’t take that drink yet.
Don’t you know a little? I like to make the pretty boys sweat.
Now you know a little ‘bout me.

I know that you have been lonely for a while.
But you have to understand there are ways to make me smile.

Don’t you know a little? Don’t make me upset.
Don’t you know a little? Don’t take that drink yet.
Track Name: Rock Stars
Rock stars don’t apologize.
They play guitar and shut their eyes.
They’ll dedicate to you a side
with someone else to harmonize.

RA RA RA RA RA RA RA RA Rock Stars.
RA RA RA RA RA RA RA RA Rock Stars.
Rock Rock Rock Rock Rock Rock Rock and Roll Stars.

Rock stars who were intellectuals
spike their hair become bisexuals.
They find their way when they lose their spectacles
and fear the day they become respectable.

RA RA RA RA RA RA RA RA Rock Stars.
RA RA RA RA RA RA RA RA Rock Stars.
Rock Rock Rock Rock Rock Rock Rock and Roll Stars.
Track Name: Bold and the Beautiful
The Bold and the Beautiful walked into an Irish bar
They ordered them some food to go and ate it in their German car
The Bold and the Beautiful were simply being beautiful
That’s what it takes to be so attractive

Give me something to look at
Give me something to munch on
Give me something to talk about - I’ll talk about it
And I won’t have to be so angry no more

Give me someone to look at
Give me something to punch on
Give me someone to talk about - I’ll talk about them
And I won’t have to be so angry no more

Henry Ford said history’s bunk
From Jesus Christ to pop and punk
JP Morgan tried to save the country his outrageous spunk
I wonder what those dudes would say about the kings that rule today
And the profits that they pass off as knowledge

Give me something to look at
Give me something to munch on
Give me something to talk about - I’ll talk about it
And I won’t have to be so angry no more

Give me someone to look at
Give me something to punch on
Give me someone to talk about - I’ll talk about them
And I won’t have to be so angry no more

This is what it takes to make a mistake these days
This is what it means when they say we are machines.
Track Name: Katherine Comes Along
Katherine comes
like a lady whose waiting too long
like the damsel your dreaming upon
Katherine comes along

Katherine knows
You can't a judge a man by his clothes
she waits to see the damage he shows
Katherine comes along

Katherine if you're out there
they're calling you by name
Katherine if you didn't care
they'd love you just the same

Katherine grows
all around this town like a rose
leads the boys around by the nose
Katherine comes along

Katherine knows
You can't judge a prince by his clothes
He's much more a poem then prose and
Katherine comes along
Track Name: Flashlight In My Pocket
Flashlight in my pocket
I don’t know I don’t know about that
A plug it needs a socket
I don’t know I don’t know about that

There’s a way to tell if you are mine
It’s the way that you can teach the blind to see

Flashlight in my pocket
I don’t know I don’t know about that
Fuel tank for a rocket
I don’t know I don't know about that

Had a dream I landed on the moon
First thing I smelled was your perfume on me
I smelled your perfume on me

Flashlight in my pocket
Flashlight in my pocket
Flashlight going to shine on me

Saw the high beams lighting up the sky
Thought they ‘d lead me to that other guy you see

Flashlight in my pocket
I don’t know I don’t know about that
Load the gun and cock it
I don’t know where thats at

Heard you say the darks where we belong
I am here to tell you are wrong bout me
I tell you that you're wrong 'bout me

Flashlight in my pocket
Flashlight in my pocket
Flashlight going to shine on me
Track Name: Brooklyn Heights
Early last July was the last time you said goodbye
You never said hello again But you came back home again
you came back home again

Later that September I knew I was in trouble
We were still together but I was just a double for him
a double for him

If you ever been to Brooklyn Heights
there is still some space to see the stars at night
If you ever trip in Chinatown
there is still a chance before you hit the ground
I will catch you in his arms
I will catch you in his arms


Sometime that October I knew that it was over
I was tired of playing the fool - but I couldn't fool you
That was something I could never do

Then it was December and the holidays were on us
You'd think we would remember or the calendar would warn us we're through
We didn't have a clue

If you ever been to Brooklyn Heights
there is still some space to see the stars at night
If you ever trip in Chinatown
there is still a chance before you hit the ground
I will catch you in his arms
I will catch you in his arms

When you kissed me New Years Eve it felt like a reprieve
even if it was a lie
while the fireworks flew high
across the Brooklyn sky
Track Name: Special
Tell me about the weather. I heard that it’s rough.
Tell me all the reasons you’re addicted to the stuff.
Everybody else is going through the same old thing.
What makes you so special baby? Everything.

Tell me about your childhood and the crap that you went through.
Tell me about your neighborhood and the shit you used to do.
Tell me how you cut yourself wondering what the pain might bring.
What makes you so special baby? Everything.

Tell me that you love me and I’ll take you at your word.
Tell me all the lies that in this life you heard.
We’re really not that different than what the poets sing.
What makes you so special baby. Everything.
Track Name: Gravity and Time
When I was young boy no older than Tuesday
I believed in pure joy yeah I believed in fair play.
But everything has changed now. Everything is different.
What used to pass for change then lays scattered on the pavement.

It wasn’t me paved paradise but I have bought and sold it twice.
I never took no ones advice that I couldn’t steal.
The music never really died but many a dark night it tried
Its hand at committing suicide but now it longs to heal.

I remember orchards. I remember green fields.
Thinking about that's torture the memory of dark deals.
Everything’s gone condo. Everything’s gone Wal-Mart.
A gremlin tagged with bondo is what passes now for high art.

There’s key chains for sobriety but nothing for society
When it decides to cop a plea for its modern crimes.
It’s the money it’s the shame. It’s the players it’s the game.
Me I tend to lay the blame on gravity and time.

Gravity. Gravity. Gravity and Time.

I’ll get back to you by sunrise no later than Thursday.
When I don’t believe my own lies I wonder what my kids say.
Would they send a shiver to a man who can’t be sutured.
Who sold them down the river to buy them a better future.

I’ve never been to paradise that couldn’t live on beans and rice.
Peppered with a little spice and a glass of wine.
The music never really died but many a dumb day it liead
About its attempt to slow the tide of gravity and time.

Gravity. Gravity. Gravity and Time.
Track Name: Dirty Jokes
ou say I got no sensitivity
and my timing lacks for taste
let me tell you about my sensitivity
I licked the tears from your face
girl the things we say in haste
always seems to take us to that dangerous place

Dirty Jokes won’t hurt your folks but
names they often haunt me
sticks and stones mean broken homes
but names they often haunt me
names they often haunt me

I told you about the small pianoist
and the gorilla behind the bar
when I whipped out that small pianoist
you said I took the joke too far
but girl I never left no scars
so hows about another little hardy har har

Dirty Jokes won’t hurt your folks but
names they often haunt me
sticks and stones mean broken homes
but names they often haunt me
names they often haunt me
Track Name: The Wrong Place
The jukebox playing a gypsy song.
Her body’s swaying my body’s gone.
I’m like a junky on a string
It’s a snake and monkey thing

The Wrong Place the right time
The right face the wrong state of mind
It’s a case of luck that I’m in the wrong place at the right time.
The wrong place at the right time.

One for the money two for the dope.
Three for the hanging judge four for the rope.
Dead palmettos in the mud.
Black stilettos and red red blood.

The Wrong Place the right time
The right face the wrong state of mind
It’s a case of luck that I’m in the wrong place at the right time.
The wrong place at the right time.

The wrong place the right time
The right face the wrong crime
It’s a race to make it cross that line

This tequila it’s got a sting
I lick the lime off her belly ring
Too many stories to confirm
She got the glory I got the worm

The Wrong Place the right time
The right face the wrong state of mind
It’s a case of luck that I’m in the wrong place at the right time.
The wrong place at the right time.
Track Name: Jersey Devil
The Jersey Devil creeps in late at night
tells you all the tales you heard were true
hides in the closet to give the kids a fright
then he says he’s coming after you

best get right with the devil
or get right with the lord
you only can get right with one
one’s all you can afford
the devil wants your business
but the lord he wants your love
but you just want to be left alone to drink whiskey in the tub

never been religious never been to church
people have their faith and that is fine
as you go wandering through the juniper and birch
you swear you hear the song of the divine

singing get right with the devil
or get right with the lord
you only can get right with one
one’s all you can afford
the devil wants your business
but the lord he wants your love
but you just want to be left alone to drink whiskey in the tub

pour it down your throat like water changed to wine
pour it down the drain and wonder about time

early the next morning you switch on the am
some preacher speaks about heaven and hell on earth
staring in the mirror you see shades of both of them
letting you know just what this life is worth

get right with the devil
or get right with the lord
you only can get right with one
one’s all you can afford
the devil wants your business
but the lord he wants your love
but you just want to be left alone to drink whiskey in the tub
Track Name: Crazy Girls
Tell me why we always like the crazy girls.
The crazier the better.
Tell my why we always like the crazy girls.

She told me she was 24. I said I don’t date 24 years olds know more.
But she used her mouth and she used her tongue.
And I felt so awesome and I felt so young.
And I felt so special and I felt so dumb.
And I knew the danger had begun.

Tell me why we always like the crazy girls.
The crazier the better.
Tell my why we always like the crazy girls.

She told her dog to attack me and she held her hand out and began to smack me.
And she took her clothes off and she talked real mean.
And she’s used my body like a trampoline.
And I felt so sparked and I felt so tweaked.
As the room went dark beneath her techniques.

Tell me why we always like the crazy girls.
The crazier the better.
Tell my why we always like the crazy girls.

I called her once and I called her again
And when she didn’t answer well I knew it then
That she was moving on to her latest victim
With her crazy thongs and her foreign tickling
She’s be talking sweet she’ll be talking nice
Then she turn and smile just like Vincent Price
And his final thoughts before his world falls down
Is his untamed pleasure as her head spins around.

Tell me why we always like the crazy girls.
The crazier the better.
Tell my why we always like the crazy girls.

Tell me why we always like the crazy girls.
The crazier the better.
Tell my why we always like the crazy girls.
Track Name: Oh Transylanvia
Your office space is way too bright buried ‘neath florescent light
Your boss he keeps his office dark He smiles and his teeth are sharp
Your co-workers they like to say the place has really seen his day
Management they don’t agree they scheme and drink what they call tea
Oh Transylvania Oh Transylvania Oh Transylvania. The stakes are raised.

The receptionist has reappeared with hungry eyes and lipstick smeared
The bathroom mirrors don’t reflect the razor cuts of bloody necks
The cubicles are bathed in red it’s like you work amongst the dead
Beneath the sounds of cell phone rings you detect the fluttering of wings
Oh Transylvania Oh Transylvania Oh Transylvania. The stakes are raised.

The HR department changed its name to something that resembles pain.
You don’t know what you’re gonna do to survive your next review.
Something in the world has changed. The politicians get the blame.
But working here your not quite sure the bloodline of the world’s still pure.
Oh Transylvania Oh Transylvania Oh Transylvania. The stakes are raised.

One more time.
Oh Transylvania Oh Transylvania Oh Transylvania. The stakes are raised.