The heart’s a funny thing
Ain’t it only just?
You can’t tell it how to feel
It just does what it does.

Sometimes feelings get returned
Your heart be on the up
Sometimes you get burned
Feel a little crushed.

But you gotta keep pushing on
For pushing on we must
And it’s all good
Cause we all just walking dust.

Lay it all out there
Without any fear
And a lot of people out there
Will quickly disappear.

You gotta learn to smile
Even when you’re crushed
The pain will be gone in awhile
And you just walking dust.

Each to their own
Is what I always say
But I lay it all out
Any fucking day.

I watch them run like hell
And I suck it all up
And I tell myself
‘You’re just walking dust’.

Then I keep pushing on
For pushing on I must
And right or wrong
In my heart I always trust.

So keep pushing on
For push on we must
And when everything go wrong
Remember, you’re just walking dust.

© Daniel Breslin

Are you down for me?
Like I get down for you?
Getting down somewhere else
I get down somewhere new.

As my back’s edging from the wall
Are you standing behind me?
When your back’s against the wall
You know exactly where you find me.

Are you down for me?
Like I get down for you?
Getting down somewhere else
I get down somewhere new.

© Daniel Breslin

Sit down now father
Won’t you sit with me today?
It’s been a mighty long time
Since you went away.

Sit down now father
Spare me five minutes if you may
What is it you think?
Of the man I am today?

I’m a little scared to ask
A lot of things been going astray
Things haven’t really been easy
Since you went away.

I’ve done many things wrong
I’ve made so many mistakes
It’s just you were so strong
And you left such heavy weights.

I’m not here to complain
I’ve tried carry them weights with pride
It’s just these days they’re causing me such pain
And certain things I’m losing are really hurting me inside.

I’ve sacrificed myself
Some relationships and goals
I’ve kind of missed your help
You left such a big hole.

I’m not saying it’s been all bad
And I’m not here to play the saint
I’ve had many laughs, had my own mishaps
You know a false picture I’d not paint.

But would you tell me that you’re proud?
Of most things that I’ve done?
I’ve seldom followed the crowd
And I always stick to my guns.

But your daughter’s not doing too good
I’ve tried most things I can
But she keeps refusing love
And in some ways I’m having to wash my hands.

I’ve tried to do you proud
I’ve tried to make her believe in her strengths
But she’s got so lost in the crowd
Become so lost in your absence.

She’s so brave, she’s so much fight
In many ways she’s just like you
But she’s so damn lost in life
And I’m feeling a little lost too.

You made me feel like I belong
You gave me such a sense of home
And you know since you’ve been gone
In many ways I’ve felt alone.

I’ve missed your advice
I’ve really missed those father chats
But I learned to talk to the paper
And I taught the paper to talk back.

But that’s not something she has
And she’s got so much rage
She’s every right to be mad
But she deals with it in all the wrong ways.

She’s got so much of you
That I’ll never give up hope
I love her through and through
But I fear the pain’s become too much to cope.

I’ve tried to guide her through
But there’s things she can’t express
She really needed you
And compared to you I’m so much less.

In many ways I feel I’ve failed ya
But I intend to change that, I do
If life is kind enough
To allow me more time than you.

It’s time to walk my own path
Step from the shadow of you
I’m not turning my back
Quitting is something I struggle to do.

It’s just time to believe in myself
Make something of what I got from you
In life you gave me such strength
Your presence is still felt in most things I do.

It’s time I made better of myself
For I can do so much better in so much I do
And I never knew you to be one for excuses
So maybe it’s time I made less of them too.

Since you left things have been so much harder
But I want you to know, it is your spirit that’s seen me through
And I’m being forced to let go of many things
But I came here today to tell you father,

I’ll never let go of you.

© Daniel Breslin

I wish I was a better man
Sometimes I really do
Things keep slipping through my fingers man
And I don’t know what to do.

I get overcome with insecurities
Often when things are looking good
Trying to take more responsibility for my shortcomings
And show more humility in love.

I make so many mistakes
While I’m trying to do good
Trying to turn some thoughts to actions
And most of my actions are borne of love.

But I wish I was a better man
Sometimes I really do
Wish I didn’t succumb to pressure man
Always knew just what to do.

Sometimes I don’t know what is right no more
So many things have been going wrong
Sometimes I don’t want to fight no more
But it is the fight that made me strong.

I’ve overcome so many adversities
I’ve raised myself, in time
But so many of my loves are hurting me
Do I keep testing the love I might find?

I wish I was a better man
Sometimes I really do
Things keep slipping from my fingers man
And I don’t know what to do.

© Daniel Breslin

You keep putting your hopes in others
And they keep laying you low?
Trust me now brother
You got to let them things go.

Keep doing right by them?
Hoping they’ll do right by you?
But they let themselves down again
What’s a man to do?

Hear me now woman
You out giving this world your heart
Returning home each evening
That man only giving you bark?

The Sun outside is shining
The sky is looking blue
Inside there’s only whining
What’s a woman to do?

Keep putting our hopes in others
And they keep laying us low?
Well, there comes a point in time
Got to let them things go.

Things will weigh you down
In body and in mind
Can’t keep carrying those things
Got to leave some things behind.

Coming home feeling good?
A spring in your feet?
And the very thing you love?
Sweeps them from underneath?

Can only give so much soul
Only give so much time
The only things we really control
Our ourselves and our state of mind.

Got to look after ourselves
First and foremost
And if them things aren’t there to help
Well, them things they have to go.

I could never be called fickle
But you need things that help you fly
I mean we can sacrifice a little
But this life will pass you by.

Days turn to weeks
Weeks turn to months
Months turn to years
And them years go by in chunks.

Want to keep ourselves healthy?
Maintain a flow to grow?
Then the only thing that’s healthy
Is to let them things go.

You got to look after yourself
So if other things keep laying you low?
Trust me now people
You got to let them things go.

And when you finally do
Why not do something else too?
Try out something new
And put them hopes on you.

Let them things go.

© Daniel Breslin

Tonight I just kicked back
Enjoyed a bit of peace
Been awhile since I’ve had that
In my soul at least.

Got a loved one out there
Intent on destroying themselves
Tried damn near everything
But they’re damn near lost to help.

So tonight I enjoyed my peace
Let go of so many I love
For they’re either dead or dying
Or their love does me no good.

Got plenty of other loved ones
So going to pay a little more mind to them
But I’m heavily focused on myself
For the first time since I don’t know when.

Become so used to helping others
Feels strange only helping myself
And spent so long smiling through pain
Feel a peace, honestly not sure I’ve ever felt.

This conflicts with some around me
But there’s only so much anyone can do
So tonight just enjoyed the peace
Focused on the new.

Sat in walls of silence
Poured myself, one drink
Didn’t exactly sit there smiling
But there was less pain in the thoughts to think.

Most thoughts were just of me
Of what I need or want to do
And what actions I need to take
To try ensure those things come through.

Been doing a lot of things by myself
For a mighty long time
But starting to receive a little help
And learning to accept that’s fine.

So tonight I just kicked back
Enjoyed a little peace
It’s been awhile since I’ve had that
In my soul at least.

© Daniel Breslin

The world seems to value
Those who don’t care or don’t feel
Keep applauding on the fake
Spitting on the real.

But the real is rising up
I can feel it in my bones
People have had about enough
Of these fickle mental zones.

Screaming out for something more
They’re dying deep inside
There is something in their core
Sick to death of lies.

Might not fully know how to express it
Everybody has so much invested
But their patience is being tested
Lies, becoming much harder digested.

People, man, they’re restless
Up to the neck with stresses
It’s debt this, to get this
Till deaths kiss, leaves them breathless, without shit?

WORK- YOUR- LIFE-FOR- THIS?
Without a pot to piss?
Is there a joke that we all missed?
Fucking right they’re pissed.

Water charges, sea levels and rents rising
Wages near stagnant or decreasing
People out struggling and striving
Damn near begging for something decent.

I see many interns not drawing much
But damn near spilling blood
Just to get a little bit ahead
In some field they love.

It can be hard running a business
Corporate interests eat that up
Strangled by rules and regulations
Unless you’re big enough.

People looking at their kids
Something wrenches in their gut
It’s hard enough these days to live
What’s next for these pups?

People looking at the skies
For some saviour to come
But the only saviour here is what you do with what you feel
When you look in the eyes of your daughters and sons.

One of the few things to give you hope
Is what Apollo House did
Some people snatched some power back
So a few, could just have some dignity in how they live.

They shut that down too
They don’t want no shining lights
They don’t want people to have a voice
When they’re taking from their rights.

Kick you out on the streets
Damn near spit on you if they could
If you ain’t got no money
Then it can be hard getting some love.

Everything’s a transaction
Ain’t much these days come free
People charge you to spend your money?
And you’ve to pay to watch ads on tv?

People working double shifts
Or shifting where they live
Like that stuff should ever be normal
But we’re meant to accept it like it is.

Sometimes I wonder
What it is our people fought for?
When so many of our people suffering
Trying to keep their heads above water.

They say, ‘Stand for something,
Or, fall for anything’
Well, I think that we’ve been falling
For longer than I can care remembering.

Maybe that’s not how it is
But I call things as I see
And what the world keeps calling a recovery
Looks more like robbery to me.

They say, ‘Stand for something,
Or, fall for anything’
Well, I think that we’ve been falling
For longer than I can care remembering.

© Daniel Breslin