What was David Duke back alley crap
Is now mainstream Tucker trash
Times are getting tougher
Hate is spreading like a rash
Well I say fuck a fash
Folks are feeling mighty desperate
Sending bigot pols their cash
They say might makes right
As they watch their ethics crash
Well I say fuck a fash
They're waving flags and talking shit
Looking for heads to bash
Their ideas are diabolical
Their teeth they start to gnash
Well I say fuck a fash
They talk of days gone by
Like Shangri-La's a secret stash
Take some Adolph and Benito
Put some Augusto in the mash
Well I say fuck a fash
Fuck the fash in the present
In the future and the past
Their fantasy playpen blather
Their proud boy brownshirt
Rehash
Whether they're giggling on TV
Or belching anthems well they pee
Fuck a fash
And their idiot dreams
Definitely fuck the fash

F*ck a Fash

Spoken word en español. Dedicado a los vecinos locos.

El Mustango

Broderick

DH vocals & melodica. John Kruth, banjo. Nicholas Frank, drum & trumpet. John Frankovic, drunken trombone. Dan Johnson, tuba. Arranged and produced by John Kruth. Written by DH.

Alien

Dan Hanrahan * pre-release song from the forthcoming "Radical Songs for Rough Times"
DH - vocals and guitar
Ian Raskin– upright bass
Engineered by Anthony Staiti 
Mixed by Alan Weatherhead

break up a forest put it in a box and send it far...

climb a mountain touch the top and blow it up

find a river steamboat a river dam it up

a bubble in the soil
is a-gurgling oil blow it out

chorus
oh, civilization 

chorus

find a child
take a child break him down

spy a bird and chase a bird and cage him up

find a tribe and chase a tribe and take the land

chorus 
burn up the forest for a grazing herd and settle down

sight a whale on the rolling waters and bring her down

fish the oceans
to the final fish now come back home

Oh, Civilization

From the forthcoming album, "Radical Songs for Rough Times." 
With David Crandall (sax), Ian Rashkin(upright bass, Anthony Staiti (banjo), DH(banjo, vocal, drum). Engineered by Anthony Staiti. Mixed by Alan Weatherhead.

Swindle

Myself and my other
Me and he who
Goes out to a job
And is known by others
But is unknown to me

Myself and he who
Gets into cars trains buses
To travel to places
Under slate gray skies
To do their work

Myself and he who
Is cruel and deadly
He socks me in the mouth
Knocks out my tooth 
Locks me in a closet

So that he may go out
And claim he is me
And all believe him
He dazzles them 
With dullness and games

In the closet
I burrow through the cedar 
Like an insect
A beam of light brightens
So that I may read poems

He lets me out at night
To watch TV
To eat what food I can
To fall into stupor and sleep
Where I can briefly be me

While he disappears
But he is there in the morning
Looking at me blankly
He doesn’t understand me
He will say he is Dan Hanrahan

He is not Dan Hanrahan
He is he who
Appeared in order to
Stand in for me in their world

Me And He Who

(Photo by Ai Wei Wei, "a study in perspective")

Trump the repository of all 
That is hideous and vain and stupid.
Trump the stink, the rot, the decay.
Trump the rat on the cheese.
Trump the crap on the porch.
Trump no grace, no wisdom, no life force.
Trump death walking.
Trump the rattlebrain hangover pain.
Trump ghastly.
Trump red demons and whirring fire.
Trump I hear his words drop like bags of manure,
And fire bells inside of me rumble and break.
Trump I’m on the floor beating my fists into the tiles,
His is the cry of the ventriloquist’s dummy
Howling through the rose-colored, broken night sky 
Shot through with the soot
Of the void inside of Trump.
Trump the empty wheel.
Trump the skulking beast on a moonless night.
Trump the whimpering, petulant child.
Trump no pity, no peace, no thought, no poise.
Trump no love.
Trump no mirth.
Trump the mocking laugh at the end of a journey.
Trump the chattering teeth inside of a vitrine.
Trump a can of green slime with the fun taken out.
Trump the residue of belched smoke.
Trump the gauche punchline to a hostile joke.
Trump the simp. The shit. The lost. 
Trump the dim. The twit. The dolt.
Trump the floating barge of waste.
Trump the hapless oaf.
Trump the boor and the bore.
Trump the stain and sludge.
Trump the thing you wish you never saw.
Trump the dross and the dreck.
Trump the poison drip.
Trump the Maggot King.
Trump the answer to no question.
Trump not even a question, but a regret.

Trump, A Curse

Way Down in Florida (for Trayvon Martin & Jordan Davis)

Dan Hanrahan is a musician and writer with a long history in alt-folk circles. He has shared the stage with Gordon Gano and received plaudits for his compositions from Eugene Chadbourne and Shimmy Disc’s Kramer. Musician and journalist John Kruth, the biographer of  Townes Van Zandt and Roy Orbison, has included Hanrahan’s song “Three Waves” into his shows around the world for the last decade. His forthcoming album is a collection of original protest songs entitled "Radical Songs for Rough Times." 

Dan recently finished recording an album of original songs in English and Portuguese at the legendary Sound of Music Studios in Richmond, Virginia.  The album features guest instrumentalists Alan Weatherhead (Sparklehorse),  Josh Camp (Chicha Libre),  Miguel Rodriguez (Camper Van Beethoven)  and Brazilian stringed instrument virtuoso Renato Anesi (Tom Zé).  

After being sidelined for many years with chronic tendinitis,  Dan Hanrahan is back and stronger than ever with songs influenced by Tin Pan Alley, Surrealist poetry, and the folk traditions of England and Eastern Europe.  He has performed his music at such diverse venues as The Milwaukee Art Museum, The Madison Museum of Contemporary Art, The Rhinoceros Theater Festival, Beyond Baroque in Los Angeles & the Nuyorican Poets' Café. Recent shows include a performance at the fabled Shakemore Festival in Maryland  and gigs at The Crown and Red Room in Baltimore.

Dan Hanrahan

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