daniel romano, “roya”
from: modern pressure, 2017
“Roya
How I’ve searched the holy vessel for your chamber
How I’ve opened up to any given stranger
Just to find you standing in some astral plane
Where there are no shadows
Roya
I am only but the memory of my body
I was searching all directions when you caught me
Laying breathless as I try to scream your name
Anywhere the wind would blow
Roya
My guardian of the soul
The empty days of old I think they’re over
For I smell oleander from the grove
Roya
Your spirit is a dream that reaches daylight
Blossoming inside you til it laid right on your tongue
To never tell no one what you told me
I can hear it singing now
Roya
My guardian of the soul
The empty days of old I think they’re over
For I smell oleander from the grove
Yes and I smell oleander from the grove
Landord, landord, landord, landord”
For each of us, when a piece of music really reaches within, the reasons are abundant. Daniel Romano two distinct versions of his contemplative classic, strike a deep and beautiful nerve.. He’s a Toronto music scene native who has a rainbow of intersts driving his work..