If I was asked what was my best song it would be this one. Whenever I played this song live I would see tears in most of the men’s eyes. It hit a nerve. It came about when one morning I woke after a dream. It was so real that everywhere I turned I saw her face. Memories can be a curse or a blessing. This song I named ‘Your Memory’.

Your Memory

Your Memory By Dave Hanrahan 🌎 Music

Wanted

seems I'm sun number five
i'm alive 
before I was No One 
i am the tip of a feather on the wing of an eagle
poking into reality 
another flesh machine for me 
it's no fun waking up to problems so far out
you can't talk about it  
return to sun number five and 
you don't know what I'm talking about
your deeper mind does 

well look at you wearing my snake sheds
you have become me 
i got no body 
i'm no one 
as if my soul would have nothing better to do
than move into you 
are you so empty 

CHORUS 
welcome to the center of a sphere
center is right here now 
(my way, anti-clockwise hwy)
the mountain is everywhere I am standing tall 
circumference nowhere you know
(end chorus)

first and last 
feminine, masculine 
feline 
the rebellion of rebel lion 
do you want to witness my pride? 

knowing about that prison break 
a concerned citizen called the police with a hot tip
I have just seen that awful Charles Makley 
when I thought this town was rid of him 
he's hiding up at his parents' house
i bet the whole group of fugitives is there

let's go get 'em boys 

charles and harry watched as the police station cleared out to go catch them 
and they proceeded to rob that bank next door to the police station 
and one of the tellers recognized charles and said 
charles makley, in your own hometown you should be ashamed of yourself
next stop, liberate John from jail 

chorus: 
 
i blew up the ritual

who actually robs the bank next door the police station and calls the cops on themselves to come catch them on the other side of town - a young boy's hero
stuck in a bullshit ritual you don't know you are 
yes you are 

criminal justice system stealing John out of jail 
don't reach for that gun 
awww...you shot yourself

stuck in a bullshit ritual you don't know you are

because Sheriff McSuicide ruined Harry's birthday, 
the next day they robbed a police station and got a Tommy gun....."thanks John!" 
i know this desert effigy is just John Dillinger out on parole 
do you have position 
someone's possession 
are you a chickenshit
john is the man

and I know about the ritual 

simon said don't reach for the gun on your desk, oh my god
harry was so handsome 
that the sheriff had to reach 
for the phallic symbol gun 
never surrender never die
rebel lion rebellion 
i have my pride 

i shouldn't be the only one to notice things of symbolic importance
like a star on the walk of fame is 
pretty lame and stupid 
you're two dimensional now 
in a world of the shadows 
everyday people walking all over you 
hey genius,
 do you know what a strawman name is?  

look a little bit closer 
at burning man 

you know that olive thomas doesn't have a star?
that's good 
she doesn't need one,
 she just is one and she has a soul

i say give Johnny the star 
he is the sheriff 
he is the man 
out on parole
each year at burning man 

is it what they call a firmament
fallen star on firm cement
i'm not a slave
carry the aton 
the very thing "royals" cannot have 

CHORUS

how much can you hold the light
it be a woman 
to carry the aton inside
is your position of power 
bending over
for the shadows 
of a soul suicide

how much can you hold the light
are you friends with the man 
who does all he can 

Johnny is out on parole again

come back to sun 
number five 
sex was my name
sex change to seven 
communion 
seventh generation from the sex situation 

Harry took a ride in old sparky 
seven bullet holes in his body 
this experience will put
 a bomb in your soul
and forgotten

the impossible 

turned down the juice 
so they could torture you
oh hell no
precisely what the chair was invented to do
get back at you 
newspaper article 
wake you up
tip of one feather and
i am alive

closer to the eagle
from my feather
throne of my mother
chair from 
a new york buffalo

how much lightning can you hold inside and control....

SUN FIVE!

Lyrics:

Forgive me for what I've done,
Just sing me the lullaby.
Those torn wings won't make you fly,
But please, just believe this time.

Lost past hides the light from me,
Still trapped in regret and dark...
Intentions of restless mind,
To make up what could've been...

A lifetime of guilt within,
Pulled under the soothing lie,
Anemic and anchored with
Cold halo you left behind.

So vulnerable...

Daylight tones the dust
From the unsettling hunt for peace,
Chained down to past.
Chimera's voices' lied!
I'm so lost and vulnerable...

Lost

is this real love feat. frostysix

Riding a rainbow

Onna Flo (prod. yvkie x woahh3k)

Sombras del ayer

Poetry in motion. 

The original was sung over an acoustic guitar and was intended to be a poem with very light instrumentals but then we decided to process that recording using an AI and the result was something lovely and almost "perfect" that we couldn't resist but share. We hope you like it! ❤️

I am (Experimental Kinks x Downtempo)

All Music By Me

Green Jello and Animal Control  written by Me and HBIC... Everything else written by just Me

Special Thanks to HBIC, Whitney Porter, Toxic Bros., John Moreland, Joe Marion, Jerk Mama 

Art by kiberstalker (PixaBay)

Onna Flo (prod. yvkie x woahh3k)

Mansion Leek (@leekzy)

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