This is a song I wrote many years ago. It spoke about a relationship I would have with a younger woman.  I  always assumed it was for my x wife whom I was 9 years her senior. It called ‘I Think You’re Beautiful’. True love is known by the fruit it produces

I Think You’re Beautiful by Dave Hanrahan 🌎 Music

Official music video: https://youtu.be/ap0uQZz_KG4

Release on all platforms May, 19
Presave: https://gate.fm/3GgNYp7w

Why is this weight
in my chest
still pulling me down
most of the times
that I come one
with my heart

It feels like a curse
cannot escape
this burden it hurts
I've been looking
for remedy
for so many times

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Weight (Composition No. 14)

Angel's Wrath

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ANGEL'S WRATH

2 Years ago I teamed up with an amazing artist. Just to be moral support for each other. I spent my entire life trying to fix others so I wouldn't see how broken I had become. She was someone who guided me through my darkest days. I will forever be indebted to her.

Thank You, Jenny by Dave Hanrahan 🌎 Music

Album Title: After The Bat Was Freed ... But Before Metal Died 

An Ozzy Requiem

Description:

This is more than an album. This is a requiem. A two-part rock opera epic exploring the complete life, legacy, and psychological journey of a rock and roll icon. Performed by the virtual progressive metal band Adelheide's Wisdom.

LP 1: "After The Bat Was Freed ... But Before Metal Died"
A nine-act narrative that chronicles the rise and reflection of a legend. The journey begins in the industrial haze of 1960s Birmingham, capturing the spark of a Beatles-inspired dream ("The Day The Bat Was Freed"). It crashes through the chaotic birth of a new sound ("Sounds Like a Bunch of Cats Fightin'"), explores the creation of the demonic "Madman" persona ("They Call Me The Madman"), and descends into the self-destructive excesses of the 80s ("Wings of Sin"). The album finds its emotional core in the heartbreaking ballad "I Was Just A Dreamer," before culminating in a final, monumental tribute to the man behind the myth ("Prince of Eternal Fire").

10. Funeral of the Metal King (Bonus Track)
The final honor: An alternative, more majestic and almost sacred version of the finale. While "Prince of Darkness" is the passionate roar of the fans, this is the solemn, epic, and almost mythological coronation of a king at his final resting place.

Funeral of the Metal King (Bonustrack)

If you’ve ever been called crazy — why not own it 💅
(and if you haven’t… babe, you’re playing it too safe 😏)

a lil bit psycho

Composed, produced, sung and played by Carlos R (Carlos Rodrigues)

Já não há o céu azul
Os insectos estão a morrer
Tudo isto bem organizado
Por aqueles que detém o poder

Já não há cravos de abril
Nem direito à opinião 
Tudo isto bem controlado 
Naquela box que usas no serão 

Já não há liberdade financeira
És controlado pelo Banco Central
E se disseres a palavra proibida
És bloqueado na rede social

Planeta binário 
Tecnologia digital 
Aprendes tudo ao contrário 
Educação original 

Escravos modernos
Programados para consumir
Em terra de cegos
Quem tem olho vai-te possuir 

Já não há ciência verdadeira
A narrativa tomou o seu lugar
E o ladrão de software
É cientista que diz querer-te salvar

Já não há moral e religião 
O ser humano é remetido ao fracasso 
E justificam isso com a evolução
Quando em ti te arrancam um pedaço 

Planeta binário 
Tecnologia digital 
Aprendes tudo ao contrário 
Educação original 

Escravos modernos
Programados para consumir
Em terra de cegos
Quem tem olho vai-te possuir

Terra de cegos

Dream On

She sits at the same table every day,
Dressed in her finest, she waits.
And once again, he does not show up.
Maybe tomorrow, you never know.
It’s been so long since he sailed
She prays the sea will let him come home.

The people who don’t know, they all think she’s grand.
The people who do certainly understand.
Nobody doubts that her heart is pure, they only wonder how long.
Most of them gave up a long time ago.
How can she hold out? Surely she knows,
The sea seldom gives up, yet she’s so sure - he’s coming home

Every day she takes the same meal,
Water to drink, no ice, please.
A sandwich cut in half, she leaves the rest.
Maybe tomorrow, he knows I’m here
I gave him my promise, he took it.
She prays the sea will give in this once.

The people who don’t know, they all think she’s grand.
The people who do certainly understand.
Nobody doubts that her heart is pure, they only wonder how long.
Most of them gave up a long time ago.
How can she hold out? Surely she knows,
The sea seldom gives up, yet she’s so sure - he’s coming home

He’s Coming Home

“A sonic journey through the ruins of a city at war, where between sirens, silence, and the longing for peace, a human heartbeat is still sought. A powerful and melancholic track that blends raw imagery with intense emotion, suspended between destruction and hope.”


Bombs fall hard upon my head
Sirens scream, the city’s dead
Missiles loop, homes torn apart
Buildings crash right in the heart
                        
Now there’s peace, above the fire
A fleeting calm, a small desire                
The air smells of iron and flame
The sun shines down, but nothing’s the same, hey!

Only my steps break the empty streets
Echoes of a world that no longer beats
Peace… but how long will it stay?
We chase a heartbeat, then fade away 
(then fade away, then fade away)

I close my eyes just to feel alive
Shut the world down, but the silence survives      
No signal now, where am I to go?
No proof my people, still walk below. hey hey hey!

Now there’s peace, above the fire
A fleeting calm, a small desire.                 
The air smells of iron and flame
Now the sun shines down, but nothing’s the same


China and the red dragon! China and the red dragon! China and the red dragon!

China and the red dragon! China and the red dragon! China and the red dragon!

China and the red dragon! China and the red dragon!

THE LAST SIGNAL

Killing me softly with his cha cha real smooth (pink punk mix)

Retired the beginning of 2023. Been writing music seriously for about six years. Thanks for listening - and sharing!

He’s Coming Home

Scott Orr