Name: Bright Eyes (Live) by Dave Hanrahan 🌎 Music by DAVE HANRAHAN 🌎 MUSIC in Pop Rock
Duration: 3 min 7 s
Description: This was one of my earliest songs written for the women who would be my wife.

love the guitar sound! Would love if everything is more clear. And more energy

this is dope music I will be back for more

Very nice track🎵 well done. 🔥🔈🎶

Pop Rock

This was one of my earliest songs written for the women who would be my wife.

Bright Eyes (Live)

Bright Eyes (Live) by Dave Hanrahan 🌎 Music

"Mr. Prescription" is the fifth single from the debut album, "Alex in Wonderland" by ALEX KAUTZ.

Mr. Prescription

M.II.A (Lyrics)

But It really feel like 
I don’t even know you no more

It don’t come off to me as no surprise 
Yeah 

And I thought we build that trust 
tell me how’d we go wrong

And I’m only going to say
what you need to hear

And that’s why
I keep the realist by my side 
Yeah yeah 

Ant nobody ever said life was fair 

Mama told me count your blessings
If you still here

water on me dripping
Like a chandelier

Always thought you’d wait 
Ain’t nothing left to say

Been working on myself by the day
Cuz shawty you’ve been MIA

Girl you been MIA
Shawty you been MIA

And you still in my head
But yet you went MIA
Yeah 

And shit been so crazy
Nights I’ve been faded 
And how’d you let us go

Started off as amazing
Now I roll up and face it

Why you gotta make it so complicated

Can’t look back now 
Know what I’ve been bout 

Honestly there ant nothing to say 
Had too much on my plate 
Had to find a way
Find a way

Always thought you’d wait 
Ain’t nothing left to say

Been working on myself by the day
Cuz shawty you’ve been MIA

Girl you been MIA
shawty you been MIA

And you still in my head
But yet you went MIA
Yeah

Stream

M.II.A

You love it don't ya girl
You just can't get enough
Heart racing for a fill
Ya gotta go toughen up
Feed me lies until I'm gone
Late-night texts on respond
You bleed me out feeling lost
Mindless numbed out double-crossed
Run it back JNO

You love it don't ya girl
You just can't get enough
Heart racing for a fill
Ya gotta go toughen up
Feed me lies until I'm gone
Late-night texts on respond
You bleed me out feeling lost
Mindless numbed out double-crossed

The angels call out your name
My existence is pain
I'll never find true love
I'm all used up

You love it don't ya girl
You just can't get enough
Heart racing for a fill
Ya gotta go toughen up
Feed me lies until I'm gone
Late-night texts on respond
You bleed me out feeling lost
Mindless numbed out double-crossed
Run it back JNO

Complexity

for Winnie...
written in Nairobi , city of Rock , in  2011.

synodia - high on creed

Faded Memory

Young $moggy - Downhill

Instrumental trap beat with alt-rock vibes.

Vibe

Here come the man with the badge and the blue gun
He got the bullet
Slow ya down
He got the bullet-time
He got the red
Red light flash
Gotchu on the run
On the ground
Slow it down, got to, got to slow it down

This town mine it's for me a for-me-town
Me ground, my ground, a for-me-ground
Watch yourself, better keep your head down
Better keep your head down
Better keep your head down

My life
My world
I'll let you live for a while
My smile
My life
I'll let you live for a while

Well, I drove my car right into a house
No, that's a tree
Same difference to me
If it's made of wood we're cutting it down
Build a fucking town
Then burn it to the ground

It's an autociety
Everything's for me and me
I'm the center can't you see
It's an autociety

Here comes the chump with the bike and the backpack
Motherfucker buys his gas off the suit rack
You can tell he's a real low-class act
Burn your head down and start again from scratch

We belong to the autociety
We belong to the autociety
We belong

A wiser man once stood on my shoulders
A wiser man once slept in my bed
A wiser man, a wiser man once said

A wiser man once stood on my shoulders
A wiser man once slept in my bed
A wiser man once stood on my shoulders
And said

We belong to the autociety
We belong to the undead
We belong to the autociety
I'm dead

I'm dead
We're dead

A wiser man once stood on my shoulders
A wiser man once slept in my bed
A wiser man
A wiser man once said
I'm dead

We belong to the autociety
We belong to the undead
We belong to the autociety
I'm dead
We're dead

We belong to the autociety
We belong to the undead
We belong to the autociety
We're dead

I'm dead
We're dead

We belong to the autociety
We belong to the undead
We belong to the autociety
I'm dead

Freedumb

Autociety

Bandcamp

Dark nights

When I close my eyes 
I sometimes see the faces of all of those
I’ve  hurt 
left behind 

I can’t  decide
If I them done them wrong or right 

What was won and lost 
What was the cost 
For what little gain 
Fighting over these
Minor things 

Chasing  happiness 
Like a game 
Not honouring  soul 
Something you don’t wanna  mess with 
God do not know itself
ain’t no one   
hear to protect us 

There be  evil all around 
Feeds  on fear 
benevolence too though 
beings of light that 
want what is  best for us 

Still The futures bleak 
ain’t looking  good 
All very dark and 
It seems as if  some big 
lessons  here 
Bout  to Be learnt 
Hard and fast 
It is what it is 
Yeah Is what it is man 
So we live  it being what it is 

I Went looking for hope 
And I 
Came  back empty handed 
Looking for safety 
None  was granted 

If your happy with lies 
Mine sugar coated 
I can feed you whatever 
It is that you like the taste of 

But the truth will 
Set you free 
burn like ice does 
Tear the facade off 

show in the cold 
Light of the day 
things thought 
Loved  and cared for 

often there
cos they happen to be 
right time and places 
Feeling fated   

you could  easily be 
dreaming a different  life 
Somebody else 
Some other  sweetheart 
Two  kids 
Who would  have been  cherished 
Equally so 

Could have 
Been different 
mostly same as it is though 
That difference being cosmetic
what really then 
is the essence behind 
It all ? 

When you have  to let go 
walk away from 
All you loved 
And  knew 
My friend
Then you will know 
That  answer delivered  to you  
family 
blood 
Everything that you thought was true 
Thought that it was 

Be a good person
worthy 
everyone closest 
Man 
all of your peers 

Everything broken 
Yeah I know how it is 
Being out in the cold 
Exiled 
backs get turned 

And all you  got  left 
is spirit 

Without which you’ll
stumble and fall 

Carry that spirit within though 
And your carry the brunt of it all 
carry that cross  
To the top of the hill 
fire within 
ain’t never stop burning 

Took that pain
twist it 
turnt it  to these words 
try relate it 

In the end 
All we got is  
freedom 
to choose 
How we react to 
Slings and arrows 
Outrageous fortune 
Joys, sorrow 
high lows 
Really to  treat
These two imposters 

Triumph and tragedy
One and the  same  

Keeping your calm 
Man, Keeping your cool  

Through these dark nights of the soul 
I close my eyes and I pray 
Hoping  to make it thorough 
To the break of day 
Asking 
What  did I owe 

Did we ever  belong
you a piece of me 
And I of you  
together a whole 
Or was that  all 
tall tales 
that we told 

help ease  the pain of 
Feeling separate from it all 

Asking myself
Where did the love go 
Got  mixed  up 
duty 
Obligation and 
driven by  feelings of guilt 

everybody just  going through motions 
Trying to behave in the ways they think there supposed to 

poison souls 
craving freedoms 
all good things
When your loving  
for the wrong reasons 
Is it  right to go 
On pretending  

I don’t wanna 
See crestfallen angels
Tears forming  
tearing apart 
Somebody’s world 
that  look of hurt 
Cut like a  blade does 
ain’t no joy  
In breaking a heart 
But it’s better than living a lie 
So best try being   courageous 

And I’ll   just
Keep myself to myself from 
Here on out 
Bury these  jokes and smiles 
Any sort of hope or 
dreams 
Don’t fucking share them 
Giving out  the wrong impression 

Think that  I’m strong 
Think that I’ve more of the answers than  they do 
That I  I might be the one to show them a way to 

But I can’t show shit man 
Cos I do not know 
Muddling through 
like everyone else is 
And anything else 
Is pretense 

So don’t get fooled by the gloss and the glow
Of those who claim that they’re in the know 
Thats just the blind leading the blind 
So 
I Close my  eyes 
And I Sit to pray 
Meditate 
Through
These dark nights of the  soul 
Hope for the best and 
to make through  it to  the break of day 
And so it goes

Dark Nights

Your Energy

Inside My Purple Fragile

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“Soco Remix” is a chill Afrobeats track that combines the lyrics and style of Ghanaian singer and songwriter Rashid Malik, the experience and vocal skills of NYC R&B singer Nyasia Chane’l with the rhythm and melodies of Dominican producer Giga Beat.  "Soco," which means twerk in English, is the perfect track to vibe in those romantic moments with your partner or sing along in a traffic jam.

Soco (Remix) - Giga Beat, Leeks & Nyasia Chane'l

This song was written using the lyrics provided by Nadine Walters. Her uncle Terry Walters began strumming a few chords and I sang a melody. The results from the the way collaboration gave us this.

Over You

Over You by TLWalters/DJHanrahan Words by Nadine Walters

10 DO 5

Leaving Humanities Final Words. 

When Great Music Isn’t Heard
Then Everybody Loses.

Imagination causes Creation
Through Vibration.

Music is a Force for Creation

Banding Musicians Together Today

The Last Human Songwriters 

How sad to realize that we are in the last days of the human race. Meaning the final Composers, Artist & Performer are currently on this planet. Ai will be responsible for all the muzak within five years. They are weaning emotions out of music. 

We are humanity’s last breath. Let’s remind them future trans humans of what they lost. If they are ever allowed to hear it at all. We need to leave our Mark! 

My name is Dave Hanrahan. I was born and raised in Watertown, Massachusetts. I was the only son in a family of four children. At 7 years old my father was killed. I was the only son and now I would navigate my life rudderless. An alien in the house of estrogen. It was the weekend the Beatles played Ed Sullivan, February 9, 1964. Thus tying my life to theirs. Instant male role models. 

At 20, I was serving in the Navy. I was stationed at NAS Whidbey Island, Wa. In 1976. When I was heading into my barracks I heard someone playing Hotel California across from me. I met my mentor that day, Terry Walters. I bought a Yamaha 6 string acoustic guitar and one music book. The Beatles Compleat. I practice for hours upon hours. After a few months I wanted to try writing. On my first attempt I wrote 3 songs.  I believe I found patterns in playing only the Beatles for those first few years. I was off and running. 

I am a singer/songwriter from a different era. I had written close to 80 songs when I laid everything down to become a husband and a father in 1989. I laid it down because I desired a family more then anything in life, certainly more then fame.  My Guitar I had written the majority of those songs on was stolen and I walked away. 

In November of 2019, I unpacked my instruments after a 30 year hiatus. I bought a Taylor 12 String and began to earn my calluses. I wasn't certain if I could even recall the chords to most of my music. It was all in my head. I can't read or write a note to this day. Muscle memory I was happy to find is a fact even after 30 years. My musician friend Dean when I told him my 1977 Giannini Craviola 12 String got stolen in 1987. He asked me if I checked eBay. This is 32 years later. That is a rare guitar. I went on eBay that day and found it. It was my serial number. 

I began practicing countless hours a day for about six weeks when suddenly, a song popped into my head. It was in a style that even I was unfamiliar with. My Giannini and I picked up where We left off. Then Covid gave me more time to practice. I haven't stopped writing since that day just over three and a half years ago. I have well over 50 more songs to produce to ensure my entire catalog has been recorded. I have that many on my page for all to hear now for free.

 Vision 👀
To create a new Music Industry run and operated by Human Artists only. I am a Life Path 1, so have no doubt I will get it done or it’s artificial intelligence soulless Muzak for everybody. New artist are being ignored. This is by design. Music comes from the heart. Filled with emotions which A. I. The heartless, soulless machine with never be able to produce. Music is a force of creation given by The Creator. The Authentic Intelligence God. 

I am here to do a job, At my juncture in life I hope it obvious it isn’t for the fame and fortune. We are musicians and artists first and foremost. We are those who help steer the collective consciousness. I picked up this mantle in December of 1980. The night I wrote ‘Dear John’. 

Music is a force for creation.


Dave Hanrahan

PayPal.Me/DaveHanrahanMusic

Twitter @DHanrahanMusic

My YouTube page:

https://youtube.com/channel/UCbPR0PUkT7JK51CsBu9RjDw

Bright Eyes (Live) by Dave Hanrahan 🌎 Music

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