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I feel I’ve been here before
Staring calmly at the open door
I knew you’d be back this way
You spoke softly, said you couldn’t stay
You’d hoped to find me a changed man
I know I haven’t; please understand
It’s in the way you move me
Running in circles, and I can’t break free
I can feel it coming ‘round again
Love begins just to end again
Around and around, here we go again
Love begins just to end again
In every path there comes a time
When past and present meet and roads divide
Which way are you gonna go
Left or right, high or low
When did you know
That this was the end
And how can I go
When we were just beginning
To end …again
I can feel it comin’ down again
Love begins just to end again
Against the tide it’s sink or swim again
Love begins just to end again
Begins …to end …(here we go) again
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I’ve been searching, can’t seem to find my way
Seems the nights get darker each and every day
This time I’ve wandered too far from home
Friends all around me, but I feel alone
I feel lost and broken, bent out of place
Shall I stay, or do you need some space
Different means all lead to the same end
How can we even try to pretend
I need a secondhand heart
Only slightly ripped apart
I need someone who will always be around
Unrequited from the start
Feel I was born to play the part
Give me someone who will never let me down
Sure I don’t miss what was missing
But oh how I miss kissing you (of course I do)
I miss your lips, your hips, your thighs
Miss the sparkle of your eyes
I know it’s gone now but I don’t know why
How did this become of me
How was I too blind to see
That the one you loved was no longer me
Was my heart in your hands just a pawn
Feelings faded like the night at dawn
Where was it that we went wrong
How am I supposed to heal
When I don’t know what it is I feel
Was it really ever real
I know kindness is contagious
So come on be courageous
Give your love away
With a secondhand heart
Only slightly ripped apart
Gotta somehow get my feet back on the ground
Unrequited from the start
No one’s born to play that part
Just find someone who will never let you down
Don’t let me down
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Tiny toothpick mother of two says
‘Listen up boy, I got some morals for you’
Frumpy little feline starting cat-fights on the close line
Cul-de sac house-wife, fanny pack brat
Young people this, young people that
‘It’s ‘cause of your generation we’re where we’re at’
My feet are burning; I need to sit down
Gotta get up out of this town
But they need to give directions a little more clear
Plus, I hit every damned light on my fucking way here
Chorus:
Cause I’m snakebit
This is bullshit
Doesn’t matter what I do or say
The devil, he’s gonna have his way
Cause I’m snakebit
Friday fantasies, five-day sentence
Living for the weekend with no repentance (that’s what’s great about being Catholic)
If you’re happy and you know it, then clap your hands
Work is what happens while you’re making other plans
These days people don’t live they work
Don’t mean to complain, to sound like such a jerk, but…
Chorus
I hate to complain (but)
I know I got it good (but)
Gossip aint’ my thing (but)
I gotta, gotta say (what?!)
Ouija board won’t-cha
Gimme some more of that
Pseudo-intelectual, psycho-babble bullshit
It’s because of Satan and Santa Claus,
Satan and Santa Claus,
Satan and Santa Claus
Satan is Santa; Satan is
Chorus
He goes after the big ones
The bishops and the nuns
Cause they’re the tasty ones (everyone loves to hate the Catholics)
Blame it on the baptists and Hillary Clinton
Hollywood values and liberal politicians
Chorus
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Mulletman’s on the march again
Wearing designer shoes and a spray-on tan
Six-pack abs and frosted hair
Wears his pants low enough to see his underwear
Mulletman can pick a fight
He’ll slap you about just to prove his might
An all-star athlete, he’ll make the pass
Knock you flat, yeah he’ll kick your ass
He’s so handsome, sugar sweet
Sweeps the girls right off their feet
Mulletman, he’ll make you swoon
Unrefined, beautiful baboon
Mulletman, he’s got a plan
Gonna pick you up at a quarter-to-ten
He’s feelin’ frisky for romance
Knows a hundred ways to get in your pants
Gonna drive you to a secluded spot
He’ll give you every line he’s got
To get what he wants, he wants it all
In the morning promises he’ll give you a call
He’s so sexy, sugar sweet
Treats you like a piece of meat
How can other boys compete
He’s got it all, he’s such a creep
But this groovy gal, she’s on the prowl
Meets his pouty stare with lurid scowl
What he don’t know, he’ll soon find out
She’s the only one who knows what he’s about
She’s gonna drive him to the breakin’ point
Leave him all alone just to prove her point
That he’s not all that he thinks he is,
He’s just an unkind, dressed up, unchecked id.
He’s so sexy, sugar sweet
Sweeps the girls right off their feet
How can other boys compete
He’s got it all, but can’t you see
Mulletmen are everywhere
Seems the mold is broken beyond repair
Behind a plastic smile that’s two-feet wide,
The monkey-man-child is trying to hide
A two-faced façade, worn for all to see
It might fool her, man, but it don’t fool me
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Deja Vu is a strong EP from David Ullman, or as he calls himself, the "sad b-a-s-t-a-r-d solo singer-songwriter" (dashes added by author to avoid you all seeing "*******"!). I always thought it was funny that if any other professional staked a claim with a tag-line like "Barry Smith -- sad b-a-s-t-a-r-d accountant!" ... that would probably not go over so well. But for a folk singer? It's perfect. Ullman delivers on his tag line with some sweet-yet melancholy tunes as well as one that lives up to the ... well, the b-a-s-t-a-r-d part. But it works well.
The title track is a sing-alongable lament with snappy guitar work and tight production. Deja Vu would stand head to head with any Howie Day or Matt Nathanson tune and fit right in, though David's music has that tinge of loneliness that makes it easy to relate. (Well, I think most people would relate. Maybe I'm just bitter and lonely). "I can feel it coming 'round again, love, begin just to end again," captures that inevitable feeling of "been there done that we're doomed" in a new relationship.
Deja Vu transitions well into "Secondhand," in which Ullman pleas, "I need a secondhand heart, only slightly ripped apart ... give me someone who will never let me down." He's not asking a whole lot in the grand scheme of things, and the humbleness works within the subtle desperation. Again the production works well with the song, adding a ringing acoustic melody and good percussive beat toUllman's strong vocals that are almost reminiscent of the vocal quality of Sting (in a good way).
"Snakebit" ... this song has the line, "I hate to complain, I know I got it good" -- but then it rips into a plethora of observations and complaints about the world at large. Ullman's just doing his job as a songwriter with this track, pointing out all the incongruousness of life in an interesting way. Following suit but getting more specific, the last track, "Mulletman," ("He's so handsome, sugar sweet, treats you like a piece of meat") is a nice lambasting of those jerks who know they can get any girl and are even jerkier because of it. It's a song borne of jealousy but could also actually serve as a public service announcement. Listen to David, girls. Guys like Mulletman aren't worth it, and if you can get your dose of reality in an entertaining way from David Ullman's closing track, all the better. Ullman ultimately offers up a good slice of life on this acoustic EP, and a little "sad b-a-s-t-a-r-d" never hurt anyone ... it just might help get you through the day.
--Jana Pochop,
Indie-Music.com, August 4, 2007
released December 19, 2006
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DÉJÀ VU
Recorded by David Ullman
Mixed by Brian & David Ullman
Mastered by Adam Boose @ Cauliflower Audio
Vocals & Guitars: David Ullman
Piano: Sean Kammer
SECONDHAND (ACOUSTIC MIX)
Recorded by David & Brian Ullman
Mixed by Brian Ullman
Mastered with LANDR
Vocals & Guitars: David Ullman
Bass & End Guitar: Brian Ullman
Djembe Drum: Logan Ramsier
SNAKEBIT
Recorded & Mixed by Brian Ullman
Mastered with LANDR
Vocals & Acoustic Guitars: David Ullman
Electric Guitars, Bass & 'Reason' Programming: Brian Ullman
Live Drums: Logan Ramsier, Recorded by David Ullman
MULLETMAN
Recorded by Brian Ullman
Mixed by David Ullman
Mastered with LANDR
Vocals, Acoustic Guitars, & Hand-claps: David Ullman
Electric Guitar, Bass & Hand-claps: Brian Ullman
Drums: Logan Ramsier, Recorded by David Ullman
Music and Lyrics written by David Ullman (BMI)
Photo by Matt Jackson
Layout & Design by DJU