Name: Fall so Far so Fast by Dave Hanrahan Music Inc by DAVE HANRAHAN 🌎 MUSIC in Re-Extended 01
Duration: 2 min 29 s
Description: The moment you realize you are no longer the one.

Fall so Far so Fast by Dave Hanrahan Music Inc is fire

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Earthquake

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A teaching from Lord Muruga: Be the Light and you will learn.

Lyrics:

Live as Light

You can’t control air
You can’t control earth
You can’t control fire
You can’t control water 
You can’t control space

But you can learn
to use them in your life

They are universal energies
also in this planet earth

You can’t control 
what happens in Universe
when planets and stars move
to different alignments
and give their energy 
to this planet Earth 

But you can learn to
use these happenings
in Universe 
in your life

There is no need to control 
but live as light
and the energies
will serve your life

You can’t control air
You can’t control earth
You can’t control fire
You can’t control water 
You can’t control space

But you can learn
to use them in your life

There is no need to control 
but live as light
and the energies
will serve your life

This teaching was given
by Lord Muruga

Be the Light and you will learn

Live As Light

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Vampire masquerade

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There is nothing left to save. Only the void — asleep, hungry, eternal. We have ignored it, filled it with noise and promises. Now it wakes up, and sings with our voice. Distorted screams, guitars like cracks in the soul. The darkness cannot be fought. It is embraced
This is "Awaken the void"

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Produced by EileenNoise
Singer Laura Maren

[Verse]
I woke to the roar of the silent skies
The weight of the world in my bloodshot eyes
The ground beneath me cracked and torn
A shadow rising where light was born

[Chorus]
Oh the fire in my chest it burns so cold
Breaking chains of a story untold
I’m alive but I’m barely breathing
Searching for meaning in this endless feeling

[Verse 2]
My hands are stained with yesterday’s fight
Clinging to the edge of a fading light
The voices scream but I won’t obey
I’ll carve my path in the stone of decay

[Chorus]
Oh the fire in my chest it burns so cold
Breaking chains of a story untold
I’m alive but I’m barely breathing
Searching for meaning in this endless feeling

[Bridge]
The air is thick with the taste of regret
But I’m not done I won’t forget
Every scar is a map to my core
I’ll rise again I’ll ask for more

[Chorus]
Oh the fire in my chest it burns so cold
Breaking chains of a story untold
I’m alive but I’m barely breathing
Searching for meaning in this endless feeling

Awaken the Void

The moment you realize you are no longer the one.

Fall so Far so Fast by Dave Hanrahan Music Inc

Synopsis-
IO emerges from the spaceship, after an alert from within  the navigation  system, with his sleek and mysterious silhouette against the fantastic alien landscape. The stranger, now standing on the uncharted terrain, looked around with a mix of curiosity and determination.
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Greysign encourages the listener to create their narrative while experiencing the music with great-sounding headphones or speakers and to listen to the track without interruption.
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Music produced, performed, and recorded by Greysign.
Album art created by Greysign.

The Arrival

-Lyrics-

It's a late night,
And we're sitting tight,
Our bodies close,
I can feel the smoothness of your skin,
I tell you twice,
That you look nice,
And I really like the perfume that your wearing,

And then we kiss,
And in that moment of bliss,
The planets align,
And I think of the times,
That we stayed up all night and stared at the moon,
It was beautiful,
Our bodies collide,
Our bodies collide until the end of time,
Our bodies collide,

I don't mean to fright you but,
I do think tonight could be,
The very best night I have had in a very long time,
And it makes me smile when I,
Haven't seen you for awhile,
And I look into your eyes,
And you tell me everything will be okay,

And then we kiss,
And in that moment of bliss,
The planets align,
And I think of the times,
That we stayed up all night and stared at the moon,
It was beautiful,

Our bodies collide,
Our bodies collide until the end of time,
Our bodies collide,
Your hand in mine,
Our bodies collide,
Our bodies collide

Our Bodies Collide

 Pain Without A Cause. This is the title track on an album full of ‘emotional songs I can relax to, and hopefully you also,’ combining Christian Rock with spiritual sounding instrumentals, created to bring ‘peace on a troubled world’…through music!

Pain Without A Cause

Do You Hear The Words

This work was composed specifically for The Viola Commissioning Circle (VCC) Composer Prize based in London.

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🎵 Title: Lingering Light in Winter’s Embrace
🎼 Composer: Michael Herter

🕒 Duration: 05:07
🐢 Tempo: Slow
🎻 Genre: Classical / Neoclassical / Soundtrack
🎧 Mood: Romantic, Emotional, Poetic
🎬 Video: https://youtu.be/2qpfngZPqsU

📝 Description
"Lingering Light in Winter’s Embrace" is a chamber composition for eight instruments, deeply rooted in the expressive tradition of the Russian musical school, profoundly inspired by the legacies of Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky and Georgy Sviridov. The piece seeks to capture the ephemeral beauty of memory, weaving an atmosphere of tender melancholy and quiet contemplation, as if illuminated by the delicate glow of a winter landscape.

At its heart lies the theme of nostalgia — a longing for moments lost, expressed through a lyrical dialogue between the strings (first and second violins, viola, cello, and double bass) and the poignant timbre of the winds (flute, oboe, and clarinet). The strings evoke heartfelt emotions, whispering tales of cherished recollections, while the winds add a breath of airy lightness and a subtle shimmer of hope. The double bass provides a resonant foundation, grounding the composition in the timeless embrace of the natural world.

This work transcends a specific narrative, instead inviting listeners on an emotional journey — a meditation on the fleeting nature of time, the enduring power of the human spirit, and the universal search for harmony. "Lingering Light in Winter’s Embrace" is a sonic painting, a tapestry of sound designed to stir the soul and awaken the imagination. It’s a testament to the beauty found within stillness, and a celebration of the delicate balance between joy and sorrow.

🎼 Key: A-Dur | Time Signature: 3/4 | Tempo: Varies bpm

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CLASSICAL and NEOCLASSICAL

Lingering Light in Winter’s Embrace

Woke up in a city, chasing dreams in neon light
Had a pocket full of hope, thought I'd own the night
But the skyline's just a backdrop, for the race I'm running blind
Every step I take forward, leaves contentment behind

Bought the latest gadget, thought it'd fill the void inside
But the thrill it faded quickly, now it's just another ride
Climbing higher, reaching further, but the summit's out of sight
On this endless hedonic treadmill, I'm spinning every night

Round and round, I'm chasing shadows in the dark
Another mile, another milestone, but I'm back where I start
Hedonic treadmill, always running, but I never find the spark
Just a ghost in a machine, losing pieces of my heart


There's a woman in the mirror, she's got lines beneath her eyes
She's been climbing corporate ladders, trading sleep for overtime
Every promotion, just a moment, in the grand scheme of her life
The applause fades to silence, leaving echoes of her strife

She bought a house with a garden, but the flowers never bloom
She filled the rooms with fancy things, yet still she feels the gloom
She's got a title, got respect, but it's just another plume
On the wings of her ambition, flying circles in her room

Round and round, she's chasing shadows in the dark
Another mile, another milestone, but she's back where she start
Hedonic treadmill, always running, but she never finds the spark
Just a ghost in a machine, losing pieces of her heart

We're all dreamers, we're believers, in the future we design
But the finish line keeps moving, with each goal we redefine
We're addicted to the newness, to the rush of what's unseen
But the high's a fleeting moment, like a whisper in between

There's a kid out in the suburbs, dreaming big behind closed doors
He's got posters of his idols, and a list of all his scores
But the medals on his dresser, are just tokens of his wars
Fighting battles for approval, never knowing what it's for

He's got the grades, he's got the plan, but something's always missed
The joy of simple moments, lost in the pursuit of bliss
He's climbing higher, thinking someday, he'll reach the top of this
But the view is just a mirage, fading into the abyss

Round and round, we're chasing shadows in the dark
Another mile, another milestone, but we're back where we start
Hedonic treadmill, always running, but we never find the spark
Just ghosts in a machine, losing pieces of our hearts

So we run, and we run, through the night and through the day
Chasing happiness like a phantom, that always slips away
But maybe if we stop, take a breath, and just stay
We'll find the joy we're missing, in the simple things we say

Hedonic Treadmill

Ta 25ième heure, l'heure à laquelle tu décides de vivre ta passion.Lorsque l'on fait une activité qu'on aime le temps est toujours trop court et jamais assez long.

Your 25th hour, the time at which you decide to live your passion. When doing an activity that we like, the time is always too short and never long enough.

Ta 25e heure

Tu l'imagines
Mais tu plies l'échine… toujours!

Cet espoir de bonheur
Te reviens à chaque heure… à chaque heure.

(Mais tu te dis…)
Souvent trop longues
Jamais trop courtes
Peu importe elles s'écoulent

Tu rêves de cet instant
Pour traverser ces moments… plus librement.
Toutes ces journées à labourer
Pour construire ce paradis… tant souhaité.

(Mais tu te dis…)
Souvent trop longues
Jamais trop courtes
Peu importe elles s'écoulent s’écoulent s’écouleeeeent

Jamais trop longues
Souvent trop courtes
L'important c'est que tu t'écoutes
Voilà l'instant
Ici le moment
C’est l’heure
De ta 25e heure

Solo

Celle qui t'appartient
La réalisation de ton destin
L'instant de bonheur
Ta passion à toutes heures… à toutes heures

(Mais tu te dis…)
Jamais trop longues
Souvent trop courtes
L’important c’est que tu y touches
Le temps présent
Le temps constant
Voilà l'instant
Ici le moment
C’est l’heure
De ta 25e heure


Ta 25ième heure

"The Short Story's Ending" by The Dark Messiahs

A slow, smoke-drenched descent into noir jazz minimalism. Sticks Thompson’s restrained percussion and Sonny Rhodes’ sparse piano set a hushed, uneasy mood, while Guy Stansfield’s clarinet and Blue Six’s trumpet emerge in ghostly bursts—echoes in the darkness. Wilt Flowers anchors the piece with deep, deliberate bass, giving the track a sense of weight and finality.

An evocative closing statement—empty streets, last drinks, and nothing left to say.

The Dark Messiahs – The Short Story's Ending | Doom Jazz Noir

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

Born in 1980 under the name KRT, the band began its journey in the raw energy of live shows — in Spain, including a memorable concert in Burgos, and in Brussels at the Teatro. Those early years, intense and furious, were wiped away overnight: all archives, tapes, posters, and memories stolen in a single car theft, as if someone had tried to erase history itself.

By the late ’80s and early ’90s, the group found shelter in the former RKM studio on Avenue Molière in Brussels, under the demanding ear of artistic producer Jean-Claude Maury. From those sessions emerged Fast Beat and The Ballad of the Mouse and the Bird, defining tracks that carved NUR’s sound into stone — dark, restless, untamed.

After a split and years of silence, the band resurfaced under the name NUR, carried this time by the new promise of the digital age. The music could no longer be erased; it was destined to survive.

But fate struck again: the passing of one of the founding members closed the collective chapter. Today, NUR rises once more, as a solo incarnation. More than a project: a resurrection. A flame still burning, more than forty years after its first spark.

Fall so Far so Fast by Dave Hanrahan Music Inc

DAVE HANRAHAN 🌎 MUSIC

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