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David Ure

Extroverted for a Hermit, Symbiotic for a Cynic...

About Me

A quarter-century-old manchild from Chicago, living on the fringes of LA. If you like what you hear on this page, pick up David's first album Windchimes at www.cdbaby.com/cd/davidure or send a message and he'll ship one out to you for a small piece of fool's gold. Any profits will go toward future releases and parking tickets. The editorial "we" are very excited about Dave's upcoming release, which should be dropping around Christwanzukkah '07. 3 of the 4 songs here are off of it. It's gonna be a mess for the ages.

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 4/17/2006
Band Website: phobos.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/
Band Members: David Ure-vocals, keys, teckmology, guitar, bass, drums, harmonica, recorder Lenny-drums
Influences: concentration moon, over the camp in the valley, concentration moon, wish i was back in the alley, with all of my friends still running free, hair growing out every hole in me, you were born too soon, i was born too late, but every time i look at that ugly lake, it reminds me of me, salvation army counters, spanish bombs, inoculated cities, bells of rhymney, somehows and moondays, bluejeans and moonbeams, infatuation or true desire, feeling as weak as a circus freak i wanna relocate i wanna sail the seas, blue jean fucking and protest, danger little stranger, a rock to wind your string around, getting close to heaven and crushed at the gate, things that can never be spoken, things that cannot be pronounced, words that don't exist in any language that will never be uttered by a human, here comes the night, lift up your feet and put them on the ground you used to walk upon when you were young...the hills were higher...the trees were taller when you were young, just before the dawn, and if we close our eyes together then we will see where we all come from, cretin hop, ooh little ramona, inquisitions and suppositions, i'm a reasonable man get off my case, locked in the attic again, out of the shallow and into the deep end, i've got a wound i know will never mend, locked in the attic again,i know there'll come a day when you say that you don't know me, i know there'll come a time when there's nothing anybody owes me anymore, and like a fool i mixed them and it strangled up my mind and now people just get uglier and i have no sense of time, ended up in army crates in photographs and files, junkies runnin dry, b movie, blue condition, indian summer, he doesn't understand and he doesn't try, he knows there's something missing and he knows it's you and i...me and the major are from different worlds, but if I get stuck in the lift it's always with a man Of noble standing who looks down on me like I was never born, i guess that why i always got the blues
Sounds Like: music for today's infant
Record Label: www.cdbaby.com/cd/davidure
Type of Label: None

My Blog

Warning Bob Dylan Fans: I'm Not There, will attack your imagination

Could a fictional film inspired by Bob Dylan ever be as interesting as the movies that get made in one's head when listening to Dylan? Hell no, at least not this one. My attitude going into it was, ...
Posted by David Ure on Tue, 30 Oct 2007 02:01:00 PST