From Dust To Ashes Ft. The Gypsy

Everytime I try

For Us To Be Together

suspended animation feat D150RT3R

Lyrics:

[Verse 1 - Female Lead, Introspective]
The city's sleeping in a coded blue
A glass reflection on everything we knew
We built a signal, a pulse in the static light
But every structure starts to rust in the night
You trace the lines on this circuit board of trust
Knowing the logic will inevitably turn to dust.

[Pre-Chorus - Female Lead, Building Intensity]
The wires are exposed now, the feedback is too loud
We can't hide this feeling in the artificial crowd
The frequency is shifting, beyond our control...

[Chorus - HOOK - Female Lead & Male Harmony]
(Female Lead)
You can't hold the color, the signal bleeds out
(Male Low Harmony)
Signal bleeds out...
(Female Lead)
It's the core of the circuit, the neon decay
(Male Low Harmony)
Neon decay...
(Female Lead)
It's a beautiful fracture, there is no way out
(Male Low Harmony)
No way out...
(Female Lead)
It’s the core of the circuit, the neon decay.

[Verse 2 - Female Lead, Focus on Duo Dynamic]
We move like ghosts in the cinematic scene
Chasing the light that's forever in-between
We share a secret, a counter-pulse in the beat
A perfect rhythm built for slow, eventual defeat
I see the fault lines running under your skin
You knew the moment that the failure would begin.

[Pre-Chorus - Female Lead, Building Intensity]
The wires are exposed now, the feedback is too loud
We can't hide this feeling in the artificial crowd
The frequency is shifting, beyond our control...

[Chorus - HOOK - Female Lead & Male Harmony]
(Female Lead)
You can't hold the color, the signal bleeds out
(Male Low Harmony)
Signal bleeds out...
(Female Lead)
It's the core of the circuit, the neon decay
(Male Low Harmony)
Neon decay...
(Female Lead)
It's a beautiful fracture, there is no way out
(Male Low Harmony)
No way out...
(Female Lead)
It’s the core of the circuit, the neon decay.

[Bridge]
(Female Lead, Sparse)
Silence the metronome...
(Male Low Harmony, Distorted Whisper)
Let the pattern go...
(Female Lead, Sparse)
Watch the chromatic static...
(Male Low Harmony, Distorted Whisper)
It’s automatic...
(Female Lead, Slow and Haunting)
This is where the systems end.

[Chorus - Outro/Climax - Female Lead & Male Harmony]
(Female Lead)
You can't hold the color, the signal bleeds out
(Male Low Harmony)
Signal bleeds out...
(Female Lead)
It's the core of the circuit, the neon decay
(Male Low Harmony)
Neon decay...
(Female Lead)
It’s the core of the circuit, the neon decay!
(Male Low Harmony, Fading Echo)
Neon decay... decay...

Neon Decay

Halfway There

Hymn

Believe

Whopper On Halloween (House)

It is Finished by Dave Hanrahan

  Please see FB link for more back ground https://www.facebook.com/david.s.mccormack.9  Thank you for listening :)

Step Up to the Line (1990)

i dk i got Cowboy bebop v i bes while mak i ng this.

Spotify

Swordf i sh (On Spotify)

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

It is Finished by Dave Hanrahan

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