Verse 1:
In the sunlight, in the silence I've been here before
I remember, crystal moments and always room for more
Waking sleeping, laughing crying there's a rhythm for the rain
And a feeling of believing the river sings the same

Chorus 1:
Sleeping on a winters night
I'm listening for the rain
Waiting for someone to come
And take me there again
I remember stars at night that never seem to show
And I believe in a universe that I may never know

Verse 2:
Little Big Sur in the valley I hear your waters pray
Words and whispers of the wonder and there's always more to say
Sitting softly by your water I think I can believe
Simply sitting I'm softly silent and open to receive

Chorus 2:
All the living and all the loving
I'll learn to sing your song
Litanies and harmonies of
How you roll along
I remember stars at night that never seem to show
And I'm so far away but closer than I know

Verse 3:
Perhaps the future holds key but nothing's been foretold
Perhaps permission or persuation will warm me in this cold
Perhaps believing perhaps persisting will lead me to the sun
Perhaps tomorrow the sun will rise on hope for everyone

Chorus 3:
Sleeping on a winters night
I'm listening for the rain
I'm Waiting for someone to come
And take me there again
I remember stars at night that never seem to show
And I believe in a universe that I may never know
I'm so far away now
But closer than I know

Little Big Sur

G.R.

Made Skeleton

SPACEBOW

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MADPHOTONS

Why You

Cupids bow

Automatic (Acoustic Version)

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simi heroes

A fun, dreamy summer ballad mixing 60's vintage Italian vibes with acid beats. 

Trip Trop Tropico (Para in Paradiso) - Italian Acid Ballad [Vintage Memory]

An ecletic mix of old and new, rock and dance, slow and fast tempo, light and dark mixed live for Halloween with some surprises thrown in for spooky measure.

Play in the background of any party or sit and eat candy with your headphones turned up

Happy Halloween

Halloween Day and Night Mix

Your Memory By Dave Hanrahan  (Mastered)

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

Your Memory By Dave Hanrahan (Mastered)

DAVE HANRAHAN 🌎 MUSIC