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D​é​jà Vu [EP]

by David Ullman

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Déjà Vu (free) 03:12 video
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
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
Snakebit (free) 04:48
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
Mulletman (free) 03:22
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


Download the Music Video for free @ vimeo.com/dreamingoutloudrecords/dejavu

Download the Behind The Scenes video (also for free) @ vimeo.com/dreamingoutloudrecords/bhscenesdejavu

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


Recorded by David Ullman
Mixed by Brian & David Ullman
Mastered by Adam Boose @ Cauliflower Audio
Vocals & Guitars: David Ullman
Piano: Sean Kammer

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

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

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


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