Dan Djurdjevic

It occurs to me that there are probably relatively few instances of songwriting where there is a “trail” left behind, revealing exactly how the song came to be. My latest song “ Limping to the moon ” is one such rare instance. I must preface my remarks by saying that I am, at best, a “reluctant songwriter”. In other words, I don’t really want to write songs; I have no special interest nor skill in music and poetry. Yet somehow I continue to write songs despite this (perhaps to the chagrin of my friends and family, I've written over 50 songs and recorded 22 of these). Why? Every now and again I get a song idea that seems too good to “let go”. And sometimes I think it might just be. My song “Limping to the moon” is one of these. It’s safe to say that I don’t really care if I never write another song again. Nenad said to me the other night (while listening to it in the car) “this could well be the best thing you’ve ever done”. I think he was right. Leaving aside the merits of th...

I’m climbing, over the hills that turn to sheer cliffs in my mind And I’m sailing, over the seas made up of tears that I’ve cried But when all my water has dried hope seems to have died I see you by my side And I’m drowning, deep in a well dug out of my own despair And I’m burning, in fires from hell but nobody else is aware But when all my water has dried hope seems to have died I see you by my side I limp to the moon while you are busy planning things to do when we get there There’s never any “if” with you Take all my cares and stow my baggage out of view We’re limping to the moon And I’m grieving, my past’s in an urn heart’s broke in ways that won’t mend And I’m dying, nowhere to turn waiting for my time to end But when all my water has dried hope seems to have died I see you by my side I limp to the moon while you are busy planning things to do when we get there You always say “we’ll be there soon” Take all my cares and stow my baggage out of view We’re limping to the moon Take all...