This is a Marion Daze song that we never recorded as a demo. I'm not sure why as I like it. We were really hard on ourselves and we had no guidance. Maybe we just didn't think it was worthy. Our music surfaced when grunge was just taking off and we were different for the time we were living in. In the early 90s, internet didn't exist. There was no streaming service and email was debuting as the new way to communicate. And you really needed a record deal to make a good record. Those were hard to come by then. It's too bad Marion Daze didn't stick around as I think our songs would have gotten better and better. Maybe there is hope for a reunion?
Marion Daze - Live Somewhere on Bleecker Street at 13:10
Lovers
By Julie Gengo/Ohad Varsano
We are only lovers
Holding our breath
We are only lovers
Consumed by innocence
We are only lovers
In revolving unrest
We are only lovers
Holding our breath
Diving in
With my hair down
The sound of waves
In the background
La dolce dolce
Far Niente
Mystery ends
With the laughter
And the rain
The rain.....
Bop bop bop bop
oh whoa whoa whoa whoa wah
Bop bop bop bop
oh whoa whoa whoa whoa wah
Bop bop bop bop
oh whoa whoa whoa whoa ah
Young and restless
Full moon in view
Count the beats
Between the two
The measure
Never lies to you
Slip down through
There's nothing
Left to do
To do
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa
Diving in
With my hair down
The sound of waves
In the background
La dolce dolce
Far Niente
Slip down through
There's nothing
Left to do
To do
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa
We are
Only lovers
We are only lovers
Only lovers
Holding our breath
When Marion Daze was performing live, we usually opened up with this song. It had a good hook and the energy level was right. The song was about living in the East Village of New York and encountering all the people that lived on the street. This is still very relevant in a nation with so much money......San Francisco and Oakland are experiencing the impact of a housing shortage I believe caused by the greedy banks that cheated people and caused real estate to soar. A problem indeed. Thousands of people are living on the streets along the boulevards and under bridges and highways often surrounded by garbage. What is the solution?
Knock Knock - Live at CBGBs Marion Daze
Knock Knock
By Julie Gengo / Ohad Varsano
Running around
In a frazzled world
Past the man
With his potions unfurled
He knows where hes going
He knows how to pay
His secrets are tokens
In a non transferable way
He lives in a shell
Knock knock
Is the living well
I don't know why
I can't get to him
He lives in a shell
Knock knock
It's a living hell
I don't know why
I can't get to him
Traveling by night
In a fragile world
Pass the woman
Whose reading the words
Be kind to your neighbors
Don't tread on their hands
They live in the cracks
Of this bountiful land
She lives in a shell
Knock knock
Is the living well?
I don't know why
I can't get to her
She lives in a shell
Knock knock
It's a living hell
I don't know why
I can't get to her
Take my hand
I will lead you through
Down the
The corridor
To the big black room
If you take my hand
I will lead you through
Down the
The corridor
To the big black room
La la lum
la la la la la la la la lum.....
This is one of the first songs that I wrote with my partner Ohad Varsano for our band Marion Daze. It has railing happy guitar parts that get you going. I will post our demo. We only made demos in our flat. I did open with this song when we played live. I even have a recording from CBGB's. I have to figure out how to convert it from a cassette to a digital format. I actually like this song exactly as it is. It exists on DAT but who has a DAT player these days? Our band did well for a solid 5 years and then we parted ways. Reunion I hope is in our future. Oh, I used to work in the Empire State Building for a while and I guess the fog made me think of the beach. I liked to daydream....
Forgotten Fog
By Julie Gengo/Ohad Varsano
Breaking away
Off the 61st floor
The forgotten fog
Off the rooftops
High as we can go
Breaking away
Off the 61st floor
The forgotten fog
Is drifting
Through my shoes
Once more
Life on a beach
Hear the sound
Of rushing water
Beneath my feet
And the complacent sensation
We come to meet
Life in discreet
Hear the rustle
Of the wind
Between the leaves
One snap of a branch
And I fall to my knees
Breaking away
Off the 61st floor
The forgotten fog
Off the rooftops
High as we can go
Breaking away
Off the 61st floor
The forgotten fog
Is drifting
Through my shoes
Once more
Black cats
Routine dates
Crossings
Can't ever be late
With sticky fingers
And interest rates
We wait and wait
We wait and wait
Forgotten fog
I wrote this song while I was in the band Marion Daze. I felt that the band needed a title song but really this just popped into my head and then I guess it took that roll. Marion was the girlfriend of the guitarist and she was lovely. It is sort of a tribute to her mixed with a bit of fantasy. While the band was together, we lived in the same building on 13th street between Avenue A & B. It was a walk up that was extremely hot in the summer. Ohad and Marion's flat had brick walls which was nicer than mine. We all had to leave when they sold the building. I then moved to the West Village while Ohad scored a typical NY flat around the corner from Saint Marks Place. Rent was cheap back then and affordable to artists like us.
Marion's Daze
By Julie Gengo and Ohad Varsano
It could be summer
The sky is so clear
Beauty surrounds her
She loosens the fears
Any place or time
Just follow her
It doesn't matter
How or when
Warm breezes and pleasures
The clouds are drifting
It's all in a whisper
She's captivating
Any place or time
Just follow her
It doesn't matter
How or when
The rhythm and the rhyme
Will comfort you
Slowly softly slip away
Oh Marion's, Marion's daze
Oh Marion's, Marion's daze
No need to surrender
She asks for nothing
Her touch is forever
Freedom from rushing
Any place or time
Just follow her
It doesn't matter
How or when
The rhythm and the rhyme
Will comfort you
Slowly softly slip away
Oh Marion's, Marion's daze
Oh Marion's, Marion's daze
This is another song written while living in the East Village of NYC. I lived on East 13th Street twice. Once between 2nd and 1st and the second time between 1st and A. The neighborhood still had a lot of character back in the 1980s and early 1990s. My bedroom in one of those flats faced the street and 3 times a week the garbage trucks would pick up the trash at 5:30 in the morning. It wasn't always easy living there.
Lights Out
Words and Music
Julie Gengo
Stories I throw out that conjure up
images of courage
What in the world was I thinking
when you turned the light on
Now I wait in the shadows
I follow in your footsteps
I stumble in the message
to hold on
Stories I throw out that conjure up
images of courage
What in the hell was I thinking
when you turned the light on
Now I sit in the shadows
I fumble in your presence
I stumble in the essence
to hold on
Lights out
Lights out
Lights out
Lights out
Lights out
Stories I throw out that conjure up
images of courage
What in the world was I thinking when
you turned the lights on
Now I wait in the shadows
I tumble in your message
I crumble in the wreckage
to hold on
The words are all wrong
You've got it all wrong
Lights out
Lights out
Lights out
Lights out
Lights out
Stories I throw out that conjure up
images of courage
Lovers
