Name: Rock Cacandy by Dave Hanrahan 🌎 Music by DAVE HANRAHAN 🌎 MUSIC
Duration: 2 min 2 s
Description: This is one of those songs that’s started with a riff and keeps on growing. Deep in the woods at 3am in New Hampshire the bears are coming out of hibernation early to hear what they were missing.

Que buen ritmo! Buena grabación. Muy bueno para una película

Interesting synthirock song. Funny that you used here some of jumping syth-blops' n blips with a hard distorted electric guitar riffs ))

@thevvendigo Great analysis and well expressed. I thank you!

the song is good 🦾I like the Johnny Depp cover art 😤🔥

Buy it on BandCamp https://hurdygurdymen.bandcamp.com/track/ruby-monday-good-enough

Ruby Monday (Good Enough)

She was never good enough, for all the roles they handed out in life
She waited oh so patiently, for someone who could finally see her pain

But the author never showed up in her land, at least in no way she could understand
understand for her life

She stood upon her pedestal, eating more though feeling full inside
Confusion is the final state, for all the love we confiscate with lies

And she could never ever turn the page, from years of mother’s sycophantic rage
all the rage she held inside

And the tranquilizers never did the trick, they always left her feeling somewhat sick,
sickened and alone


Friends would call with their advice, of what to do to make things right and new
But they hadn’t lived through what they spoke, their words were simply borrowed quotes and views

And their answers could never quite withstand, all the questions which a heart demands,
 a heart demands to know

Take a stroll along the shore of stillborn lives and metaphors unseen
There you’ll find a horror show of drowning souls that couldn’t let go and be

And they never ever tire of their hands, of building pretty castles in the sand,
for eternity

photo by Sydney Sims

Ruby Monday (Good Enough)

Met Her On Arrival

And then you met her on arrival, she stole your heart like a new religion
Devil's child wore her smile, on and on her kisses carried you

Cold riches, you cannot find peace of mind in your securities
Cold riches, you're bound to see what you'll be for opportunity

And then you opted for denial, a buried head with blurry vision
Pure sarcasm mixed with guile, the doctor called, the symptoms must be true

-----

And then you had a premonition, a thousand things you might be missing
Deja Vu and indecision, it's crazy how they're both inside of you

Cold riches, you cannot find peace of mind in your securities
Cold riches, you're bound to see what you'll be for opportunity

Settle down, little mama, settle down to find your way
Settle down, little lady, settle down to keep your self

photo by Mikkel Frimer-Rasmussen

Met Her On Arrival

This is one of those songs that’s started with a riff and keeps on growing. Deep in the woods at 3am in New Hampshire the bears are coming out of hibernation early to hear what they were missing.

Rock Cacandy

Rock Cacandy by Dave Hanrahan 🌎 Music

Remix by Queen of Spiders 2022
soundcloud.com/queenofspiders

Lost to the Sands (c) & (p) by C. Riggalls 2021

V. 20230117a

Photo by Milad Farhani
https://www.pexels.com/photo/woman-in-black-veil-standing-with-outstretched-arms-in-desert-11644254/

Lost to the Sands - Queen of Spiders Remix

Nobody

A powerful, soulful seduction.

There are many ways I could describe this song, it's layered like an onion! 

The surface-level gist of it is that it is a calling and warning to my on-again and off-again lover. I want him still, I feel like I need him, I miss him, I love him, but I am tired of waiting for him to figure himself out so that we can finally stabilize.

I am lonely, I need company, I need love, but if he cannot give it right, though I want it to be him, I will make a new him. A better, more mature him to fit my liking and desires.

I emphasise strongly on my loneliness not only by word, but by soft harmonies and hums, which act as the seduction- a siren effect that pulls in deeper so that the intensity of just how deep it is comes out.

Overall, the song is alluring. Relatable too. Who hasn't felt the need for more, for someone intimately beyond themselves? Who hasn't ever felt lonely? 

The vocals are mature and sultry. The songwriting approach flowey and poetic and the beat resonant. All put together, a creative and musical masterpiece.


Credits: 

Beat by John Beats.
Written and performed by Malika "Maleekah Malik" Kinoti.
Mixed and Mastered by Roy Mutai, TAOHM.
Arrangement by Oliver Kefa, Roy Mutai (TAOHM) and Malika Kinoti.

Lonely

LONELY

Aadi is an upcoming artist from Vancouver, Canada.  She hit me up with a demo and I put together the instrumental taking out the acoustic guitars and keys

You can stream the song on Spotify here 
https://open.spotify.com/track/2hSKeByDugVxP2iI26AVWT?si=59ee22df22dd47e4

Spotify Stream

Aadi Kaur - helplessness (prod by Kingsden)

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Stream on SPOTIFY

Guitar/Lofi/Alt Rock/Indie/Trip Hop Beat - (Goodbye) Prod by Kingsden

pop punk/rock

co produced, mixed, mastered and cover art by @a7-recording-studio

www.a7recordingstudio.com

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Mack Flockin' Beatz

Lyrics:

Sitting at home in a basement, living a life of a spaceman. (going crazy)
Don't want to be an experiment. (paranoid)
I had no common sense. (naïve)

That's when the lights went out, and I chose to save the world. (salvation)

I don't want to, I don't need to, but I have to. (obsession and compulsion)

Our love was breaking down. (loss of purpose)
Don't remember her touch now. (loss)
Five years ago we had a fight. (looking back in the past)
Now the nightmares come every night. (taught reality is a lie)

We blew the candle out. (marriage candle)
We chose another world. (a secular world)

When I think back, all the memories, all the plans we made, all the dreams we dreamed.
I didn't see, Hun, all your love gone.
I didn't see my supernova. (I lost it. I lost it.)

We threw the gauntlets down, and we made Hell on Earth. (relationship war)

I don't want to, I don't need to, but I have to.

Fly Away
Though there's nowhere left to fly. (the unknown)
Fly Away
Soaring into the black sky. (the unknown)
Fly Away
Above all my horrid sins. (I failed)
Fly Away
Until I fall and break again. (I fail again and again)
Fly Away
Remember all our memories. (living in the past)
Fly Away
All the things we used to be. (living in the past)
Fly Away.
Will the gods ever let us in? (the mystery is impenetrable)
Fly Away
Will I ever love again?

Fly Away

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

Rock Cacandy by Dave Hanrahan 🌎 Music

DAVE HANRAHAN 🌎 MUSIC

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