Rooney, David Filmography

• Charlie Noades R.I.P
  2011, role: actor , character name: Arthur Wicks
• Reds & Blues: The Ballad of Dixie & Kenny
  2010, role: actor , character name: The Blue Priest
• Premiere Bond: Die Another Day
  2002, role: actor , character name: Himself
• Dockers
  1999, role: actor , character name: Taxi Driver
• Dark Summer
  1994, role: actor , character name: Pro Manager
• Brookside
  1982, role: actor , character name: Roy Heneghan

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• My Playlist - David Arn
• May Day - David Arn
• What Comes Next - David Arn
• Two Trains - David Arn
• Passing Through The Turnstile - David Arn
• Ninety-nine In The Shade - David Arn
• Invisible Lady - David Arn
• I'm Leaving You - David Arn
• Come On In - David Arn
• Coastal Highway - David Arn
• Andrea - David Arn

Your wind blows, my heart bells chime
I stay on my toes, you stay on my mind
You weren't born to lose, you could let me win
Only one way out, come further in
If you want to take me home, I'm yours to keep
I'll close my eyes, tell me where to sleep
If you want to light up the night, we'll let everyone see
The way that you voice activate me
Hope one day our love will come to this
Not on a widescreen with a Hollywood kiss
But where every song on my playlist
Is a song about you
Each time I fell I could never stand
The way the street branded my hand
You picked me up, went the extra mile
Can I use my hands to make you smile?
Hope one day our love will come this way
Not with chocolates or a red bouquet
But where every song on my playlist

On a street I can't forget
Came this girl I'd never met
Such a beautiful landslide she brought
When she smiled and broke
My train of thought
In the afternoon breeze
The trees applaud
When she turned to notice me
I didn't think my heart was so light
An unknown girl in white

Healing sad Jane over coffee
At the upstream Gallery East
It's there we compare pains we bear the best
With pleasures we share the least
She's been gone, her mind is on the ropes again
Back from London, where coming undone, is no longer such a deal
Paint on her dreams has trouble drying,
She's been stunt flying over danger zones
As she lifts up her eyes, finds her stage, and makes her appeal.
It's not like we're waiting
For a world that connects
We're not anticipating
Some miracle that corrects
All this time alone
We've always known it was more complex
We're waiting for what comes next
She doesn't want genius in a stroller
She knows heaven is not the sky
Long gone are days when newspapers talked to her
And flags waved goodbye
Sad Jane, I wish I could contain
Every storm you see in the lull
So many nights your pillow is staying empty now

How did courage always keep you on the run
Carrying that Red Cross in the Italian sun?
To get the rush danger brings
You'd meet bulls and freaks inside the rings
It's cut to the bone, jump into the blast
But first, one must last, one must last
There were two trains coming
To where hope meets it's second chance
One could easily take you home,
The other was bound for France
You smiled bravely to waiting soldiers
They knew which one you'd ride
They were merely lost boys at your side
At Sylvie's table at rue de l'Odeon
You read simple praise for comrades gone
Il faut d'abord durer
Everyone was a man that day
No matter how your fate gets cast
First, one must last, one must last
Then there were two trains coming
Rolling for the women and the pain
One blew the whistle 'cos the hour got late
Another track was announced for Spain
You drank slowly though the closing sign was broken
Peasants fought to be your guide
Women danced, capturing you with their faces, they left your hands untied
You wrote a chilly ending no one could have known
Doctor's son saves all lives but his own
What did you see so strange
When you stared out at that purple western range?
Grace under pressure unsurpassed
Surely you'd stand fast, you'd stand fast
Then there were two trains coming
So little time to pack
One could no longer take you home
The other wasn't coming back
They were shocked at what this life could do
With all the battles you'd survived

It's one drink for her paintings, it's another for the sea
Then you're shipwrecked in the beauty of her ambiguity
That's how she plays her hand, you must grasp it twice
A dreamer's fingers warm from throwing ice-cold dice
Street café overlooking the changing tide
She finds wisdom in the wine, love's a journey not a ride
Then you're riding trains, knee touching knee
Night anchors in strange waters, it's a dare to swim free
Your city is on fire, can't see where the line begins
Jesus took the lock off heaven's door
Not sure your key fits in
She makes you think she's in control
She makes the neon dance and weave
The meaning of her words gets lost in the tempo of the way she breathes
You want it all but in the meanwhile
You're passing through the turnstile
On your way to the "D"
Hello, goodbye, I'll text you now and then
Weeks have gone by and we were closer than we should have been
Can't disconnect what you feel, it's a quick death but it's slow
Sometimes you can't hold on when you can't let go
Love knows how to wing it, then it learns how to fly
There's a sadness when she brings it
Trapped and too personal to pry
You're waiting for love injected beneath your sleeve
So you can rid your blood of yearning for something too unreal to believe
You want it all but in the meanwhile
You're passing through the turnstile

I’m not asking you to resize your fingers
so you can wear my sapphire ring
The weather vane won‘t turn, the dry spell lingers
Your bag is packed but you can’t find your wings
I’m praying saying less means you might say “yes”
Kathryn, your eyes are a storm I can’t get through
When Jamie gets back with the fixed Cadillac
Will you tell him to push on without you?
It’s ninety-nine in the shade
This rodeo, where’s it gonna go?
If you ride out with me, we won’t need to cross the double line
Rodeo clowns bring you smiles, that’s not happiness
Peek inside my dreams, on my own I can’t make heaven mine
In the shadow of your balcony I’m marking time until you say “yes”
It’s ninety-nine in the shade

When there was just one girl in my country 'tis of thee
Names were carved in the side of a Jersey tree
She vanished from my planet, she planned it with a perfumed note
I watched silently from cold, dark corners, I couldn't see what she wrote
A little bit less it could have been a mystery
A little bit more it could have been history
That invisible lady still makes me half crazy,
Memories of her slow smile refuse to yield
Even when that part of my heart has been burnt,
Has been burnt and sealed
Careless in Paris, stumbling down the hill from Montmarte
Evening's red dress swayed to songs I won't admit I know by heart
Neon nights never braced me for the hidden trap door
Inexpensive wine can make peace bells chime but never settle the score
And I was left begging for a message to glitter down from her morning star
I guess she was either whispering in a foreign language or words had to tumble much too far
A little bit less it could have been a mystery
A little bit more it could have been history
Invisible lady--memory won't grow hazy,
It's flying always backward across a roaring sea
With the sound of it's speeding engines unraveling

I'm leaving you the big picture of our one ballroom dance
The frame is held with pins and glue, it might have a chance
I'm leaving you lush gladiolas you bought on Saturday
Hope they will be okay with this low room light
I'm leaving you prescription bottles empty on the floor
Your garden shoes and magazines, the junk at the door
I'm leaving you vintage maps to see where we agreed
And where we'd cast away from each other's shore
Christina said she'd drop by to help you get better
On her footpath she found the button to your pearl gray sweater
No one knows what's written in the stars
She saw what's in the cards I'm leaving you
I'm leaving you your religion that cuts it's losses every week
Can't turn it's pockets inside out when the poor and hungry speak
I wish I was simply leaving for a stroll down the hall
There were times I wished we were that close to call
And when Christina comes by, my car's south of the station
The first demand on your list was reliable transportation
Blanket of clouds is coming off the hill

You bring me peace from all
My unpaid promises
If I need to get out alive
You're the one to know
In the evening before you return
The sun died, a cosmic slide, into a sea of fear
Flames grew larger than the hemisphere
The widowed moon hid behind
The broken fence
Credit card was held up by a simple pin
Thought to call next of kin
Then comes the sound of your return
And the moon pauses perfectly on the fence
It all makes sense

Coastal highway was hazy
Convertible Chrysler handling crazy
As we drove on the edge of what exists
From the dark of the precipice
I was riding hard south on the 101 lost,
With Marie of Saint Marie,
I need a sure way to pay for my paradise cost,
She might be the one for me.
Such a hot ride to Mexico
All these horses on the run
And Marie holding pythons over my head
Like a waitress in the sun
Coastal highway was hazy
Convertible Chrysler handling crazy
Both good and evil hand you an ever growing list
You deserve the one tugging at your wrist
Bass was breaking through the speakers on the radio
She was thinking of her husband,
His son who was not as strict,
How they played guitar at midnight,
The way they loved to pick
You can take it all in a midsize,
When angels dance on thimbles
And I'm a drummer out of work,
Never nimble with the symbols
I said, "Some infinite mercy might do me"
She looked away and plainly saw right through me
Conviction drifted but with the wind so stiff
You couldn't coax a gift horse to the cliff
Bass was breaking through the speakers on the radio
There can never be shelter by nightfall
When the eighth day has no sunset
I was practicing forgiveness
For guilt that hadn't shown up yet
We pulled into the border
No happiness could find us
My dollar was short a quarter,
Couldn't buy the law of Thomas Aquinas
They stole from me at gunpoint
All maps of my escape
I made a fist, blew the joint,
Then backed off from the gate
All border lines became visible
The Holy Cow said it was still a Brahma Bull
And I didn't have a prayer to help me exist

I was thrown when a saxophone died on Thompson Street
Sexy radio voice said this day would be hard to beat
Then in a traffic jam my mind got stuck in self-review
You're planted inside of me,
Can't take down the tree that grows more thoughts of you
Andrea, what were we thinking of?
This may not come as news
You pushed me off my shoes
I misread the scale that showed the weight of your shove
Anticipation of your touch was sweet and slow as a drug
Lifting me from the dark crowded hole no one claims they dug
I can still count those back steps leading to your place
Who takes my space on your pillow case?
Whose memory sees you like a doll always with a smiling face?
Andrea, if you only knew
My love is a morning sun rising for you,
High above the silver names the street gangs drew
Won't open up one more day wrapped in SoHo sorrow
Don't want to delay turning shadows toward the light
It's such a struggle to see past tomorrow
When you're always there dancing in my line of sight
In the theater of my dreams I see a curtain rise
Your beauty steals the easy applause until the sad clown cries
In the spotlight your diamond dress appears sapphire blue
Illusion fitting you complete
As I rise from my expensive seat to cheer for more of you
Andrea, that's what I'm dreaming of
Nights when you treated to a backstage pass