This is a just small selection of David Pannell's musical work. These heartfelt and emotive tracks were recorded in his home studio he calls The Office.

All recording, instruments and arrangements by David Pannell.
Electric and acoustic guitar, electric bass, banjo, keyboards, percussion, vocals, midi drum and keyboard programming.

Sound Engineering by David Pannell. Minimal mastering by Claire Pannell.

In the early 80s, David Pannell played in a band in Perth called The Bargains. They played the hotel circuit in Perth and got to be reasonably successful within the limited confines of the Perth original music scene at that time, playing about 150 shows and supporting some prominent touring acts.

HUNGRY

Honest & innocent
Happy enough & fairly healthy
Your money is time well spent
Couldn’t a life be half as wealthy

But every step you take
Every buck you make
Somebody somewhere goes hungry

Into the teeth of time
Every second turns to many
Out of the firing line
Pain is a dull & distance memory

Safe in your brick abode
Towering up toward the cirrus
Your feet never touch the road
Look at the world through one-way mirrors

A CUNNING BREW

Your make up makes me manic &
I don’t mean that cosmetically
A moment of your magic &
I fall about pathetically
I don’t know what it is
There’s little I can do
There’s something in your chemistry
That all of me’s addicted to

A clever mixture
A cunning brew
I can’t resist-a
An inch of you

You’re working on my instincts
You work on my adrenaline
You’re looking at my insides
You’re doing it again again

I’m not prepared for this
You’re sending me askew
There’s something in your chemistry
That all of me’s addicted to

I’m glad I didn’t meet you on a
Still romantic summer night
My hidden inner creature
Could easily have come to light
It’s pointless to resist, there’s little I can do
There’s something in your chemistry
That all of me’s addicted to

Oh, tell me what the time is &
Tell me what’s in front of you
Is there anything about me that
Makes you such a cunning brew?
I don’t know what it is
There’s little I can do
There’s something in your chemistry
That all of me’s addicted to

LYRICAL DEATH

Spoiled with success
The question is banned
Tries to impress
Minds to expand
Play with a pledge
Flaunt how she’s feeling
Drive in a wedge
She’s still reeling

No-one’s to blame
Lyrical death
Shoulder no shame
Brains out of breath

Stepping away
Leaping a phrase
Searching all day
In his verbal maze

The question is banned
I’m supposed to understand

HELPLESS GRACE

It’s like you woke today in someone else’s head
Or someone’s mother
You watch your feet as if to check they point ahead
One heal after another

Your small blue eyes
I can only see your hard white face
Your daily rise to the pinnacle of helpless grace

It’s public solitude
With no-one willing to intrude
You don’t feel bitterness
Just quiet emptiness

You can’t decide if hope or anger would be best or both just pointless
Or you could gather up your life into your chest & try to learn to want less