H.U.N.G (Fast)

I surrender

This remastered album is the musical journey accompanying the harrowing events of Book 3 of "Hinter uns das Land" ("Behind Us The Land"), a poignant novel by Frank Talmon l'Armée. As the war closes in, the Feyerabend family, along with countless others, is forced to make the heart-wrenching decision to flee their beloved home in East Prussia. This collection of 16 tracks captures the emotional turmoil and the perilous journey that unfolds, painting a vivid sonic picture of a family caught in the midst of historical upheaval.

Book 3 plunges the listener into the chaos and fear of the final days of the war in East Prussia. The once-familiar streets of Danzig (now Gdańsk) become a haunting labyrinth of desperation and uncertainty as Inge and her family navigate the treacherous path to the harbor. The music reflects the growing tension, the ever-present threat, and the agonizing choices forced upon those seeking refuge. You will sense in the music the desperation of many refugees, but also their determination to survive.

The journey culminates in the boarding of the "Lappland," a vessel overflowing with refugees, all carrying their own stories of loss and hope. As the ship embarks across the vast and unforgiving Baltic Sea, the music evokes the vastness of the ocean, the precariousness of their situation, and the uncertain future that awaits them. You can hear in the sounds the inner turmoil of the characters: the children who do not yet fully comprehend what is happening and the adults who try to hold on to hope in the face of unimaginable fear.

From haunting melodies that echo the emptiness of a lost home to surging orchestrations that mirror the turbulent sea, this soundtrack captures the full spectrum of human emotion in times of war. Moments of quiet reflection are interspersed with powerful, driving rhythms, reflecting the resilience and determination of those who refuse to give up hope, although they know their lives will never be the same.

This musical collection offers a unique and immersive experience, drawing the listener deeper into the world of "Hinter uns das Land." It's a testament to the enduring power of family, the unwavering human spirit, and the search for peace amidst the ravages of war.

So We Lay Them To Rest (From the Original Novel Soundtrack)

Blinded by His Grace

Un viaggio strumentale tra rock e jazz, carico di groove, riff potenti e improvvisazione pura. Vibrazioni analogiche, energia viva.

O r g a n  D r i v e

Peace, Love, Anti War, Singer Songwriter, Pop, #foryou, #followers, #fyp,

PEACE LOVE AND UNDERSTANDING

PEACE, LOVE AND UNDERSTANDING

Written By: Michael Conover

“This is a DJ ACARTHUS exclusive”

Yeah I’m smoking loud, yeah I’m smoking heavy 
Ridin’ uptown in my old school Chevy 
Drop the top, got you feelin’ real hot 
Your pissed at me, but your baby mama not 
Do her one time, I make that pussy pop 
I poke your ass, then I pop the glock 

Yuh, body for body, shawty for shawty 
Dope in my nose, got me feelin’ all snotty 
I come around now she feelin’ naughty 
Flowin’ in my blood, these other rappers should be ashamed 
Picked my feel up off the ground then made a name 

Now they all copy, yuh tryna be the same 
One thing I’ll never do is sign for some money and the fame 
This power and respect worth way more to me 
Now let me get back to smokin’ on this weed

Everything is worse at night

The Smoking Song (prod. DJ ACARTHUS)

It Only Goes to Show by Dave Hanrahan

A little song I wrote the other day .....  the whole thing just came to me in a flash!

I played and sung all the parts .... and its all put down in just one take .... the drums, the guitars, the bass, the vocals ....one take!

Call you back

im incredibly seamless since I was a fetus, I’m a numerical genius and my genital is a penis I’m sentimental with my sneezes and temperamental with my nieces.  my flows so cool it freezes.  Jesus.  I live on a bench in the back of a van with a yak and a clam and have map of the land of this thing we call hip hop, I cryp walk on tik tok then lip lock a fed fock got a lead foot and a red tush from lying in bed mush in my head pushing a hen in a bush then pretending to blush I’m never ending and nuts I use my pen and my guts to give a pendulum push to the Benjamin’s gentlemen look an Adrenalin rush, listen to zeppelin and Russ and there’s no one I trust I don’t give a fuck and I want to give up.  your fun to fill up with cum and your dumb and I’m smarter than Einstein, they call me the fried guy im on two different timelines.  Mandela effecter with a gorilla named hecter he stole from the zoo and acts as his protector.  Got a rotary phone upholsteries foam and most of these hoes just don’t know me no mo.  I can rhyme slowwwwwwww-mmmmooooo to keep the game in a chokehold 
then speed it up caus I am the goat yo.  master Mc mastering chi, removing my chakras in front of master p.  I’m a masterpiece a faster feast than miccy D’s got a dick with grease ready to friggin please.  Got with Pippens piece Larsa while we were both riding Marta to watch the bulls play the hawks California is where I get my weed, I’m a Bieber fiend, a believer, receiver, and I love to watch glee.  my Apple Watch gleams, your a tadpole at sea hopelessly floating and to blind to see you got a disease it’s called being wack, I seep so much ink I’m peeing black.  the mic? I need it back stop leaving tracks I’m a thieve on wax stealing the beat, charging a tax, departing from lax, farting in first class with Jack Harlow and fergie watching omeabas borrow and merging like adidas thirsting for loose sluts with cute butts to shoot up with goo just do what I do you’ll be fine and get laid too, we will kill both and afterwards we’ll make stew out of there corpses, I don’t reveal my sources, I am what happens when two opposing forces mash together in a flash  Im a diamond flying in lightning to Epstein island to jet ski and find men and friggin delight them when I serve them your ass a balloon with a tight stem I’m speaking of your rectum, Chester? I protect him and if he ran for mayor I would fucking elect him.  im sucking electric from a fucking diametric concentric pathetic generic kid who’s names eric, he smells like a ferret and talks like a Parrot.  so tell your parents we’re running some errands we’re philip and Terrance 2022 with plenty of guns and tools running the fucking fools into the ground that is under the bus that is under the sun with an elephants tusk sprinkled on my mind for good luck my names Charles not barkley or gnarls barfing up Carl’s Jr in the car and tending bar black astronaut to the stars all the scars on the way up are enough to make me throw up but I keep going growing and knowing I’m Edgar Allen Poe mixed with snow and I’m blowing bubbles at you your in rubbles the stew will now have 3 corpses caus I’m counting you.

Chakra Flow Ft. ai12DIE

 She was intoxicating, breathtaking, I couldn't help but fall. I wrote Luna about the humbling experience of giving your heart to a taker. 

LUNA

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

Twitter @DHanrahanMusic

My YouTube page:

https://youtube.com/channel/UCbPR0PUkT7JK51CsBu9RjDw

It Only Goes to Show by Dave Hanrahan

DAVE HANRAHAN 🌎 MUSIC

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