It´s so relaxing, great sound and good vibe

Very nice indie pop track with really good vocals.

Very original ! I didn't know this style ! Voice is perfect

Very pleasant melody super easy listening

Due Date

Once I began writing after a month or two following a 30 year layoff. This is the second song which tells the story of being locked in a small condo and just being serve for divorce. This is my story and I am sticking to it.

It Only Goes to Show

It Only Goes to Show by Dave Hanrahan

pop punk/rock

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

www.a7recordingstudio.com

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Stuck On Repeat

Stick around

Stick Around

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What’s the drilly, know what it will be
Dirt instilled in me, said I was filthy
My face is guilty, get the chair to kill me
Electrocute, sedatives was fed a few
If I’m dead soon, my ghost in the next room
Firing squad, I’m lead proof
Could shoot thru the vest too
I’m from the caliber of best troops
Better invest soon, quadruple the funds
Get a life, choose one

Yea I knew about guns, it don’t matter today
When I decapitate
Toss ya head in the microwave
I’m slightly enraged, think they on Mike’s wave
They songs was made in a microwave

Leftovers, stab em and I’m dead sober
You needed drugs for the kill
You ain’t a thug forreal, get ya blood spilled
Fuck how you feel... That’s real

Be on your A game when blazin these lames
They couldn’t shake the flames
No survivors chased away
The day to day, till nightfall
The sun takes a break
Raised in the rain & plagued wit pain
Can’t escape the deranged
Y’all just expect me to stay
Thinking of guns, what type to spray
Nah, gimme a mic and stage
Think they on Mike’s wave
They songs was made in a microwave
Aye.. I should toss they head in the microwave

I wish you would try to shoot me pussy
Leave the cops no new leads to look for me
Just a buncha steam from where the kush be
See you douchebags overlook me
It’s all good, G, from solitary confinement
I’d incite a riot, Mike wylin, get the knifes pilin
Die quick, like it’s San Quinten or Riker’s Island

Vileness, after the Bible script
Pop the vial lid, see what’s inside this
Cooked it in a microwave

On Mike’s wave? There’s never a night or day
Fuckin wit me, better pray that you wake, aye
You ain’t about the horrorcore
Hit every door in the corridor wit a forty four
Absorb what I enforce
Ain’t tellin the lord to lead the course
But no contorts & keep me from the courts...

No plea bargain, can’t feed me jargon
Won’t see a pardon, open wound bleed
Switchblade crossed em, word to hey Zeus
Took out chunks and his face loose
Eyeballin, I’ll stick a blade thru
Wesley snipe em cross from the stage roof
Tell you what I was made to do
Before you slayed in the tomb
And they seal it shut
Keep it real enough cuz I’ll reveal ya bluff
Sodder to heal the cuts, muthafucka
I’m a real one, you couldn’t compare to me
It’s unfair to see such a rarity
My music blarin in the street
The elites is scared to see
It’s the type of day
To cook em in the microwave...

No righteous ways, I fight wit the blade
Toss ya head in the microwave
Want sight of the pay? Make ya songs
In the microwave, likely to complain
U might be a slave, I’m breakin the microwave

Radiation poison, they came to deploy it
I keep hearing voices, they boisterous
I got no choice wit, my homeboys dipped
So did the bitches, you got the dominions
And all they heads spinnin, you bullshittin
Got me livid how they livin, it’s all fictitious
My life’s a little different, rough and rigid
Profiled and fit the description
I’m trippin the distance...
Said to keep my nose clean
But fuck that if I got broken dreams
You know what I mean.. Hold this beam
One shot solely from me
And I’ll have a toast for the fiends
What’s that supposed to mean?
You wanna stop me, you’ll need a swat team
Of the highest quality, ready to respond 2 heat
Once had the despondency
Now it’s beyond me.. If you feel a type of way
Toss ya head in the microwave

Microwave (prod. by NYBangers)

4th Alternative single "Over You" dropping Nov 25th

Over You (Produced By King D Mr. Perfect)

What I could have been, washed out by the salty sea, oh it is just a dream, a dream that's obsolete. 

What a place to be, a place where you can go and see, the things that you could be, all that you could dream. 

Now you'll never know, anywhere's the way to go, oh, It's all for the show, now you'll never know. 

Washed out by the sun, this sun is just the current one, the bun that traps the fly, now you wave goodbye. 

Just wasted on the sand, wasted in a foreign land, wasted like you planned, you wasted all your hands. 

Time it ticks away, ticks away another day, the days they will not stay, the days they go away. 

What I couldn't see, washed out by the salty sea, reminds me of the time, I searched but couldn't find. 

A scar that fades away, reminders of the former days, the days that fade away, the days they often change. 

The salty sea imbibes, more than you would care to mind, you're full up to your eyes, the salty sea revives. 

Salty Sea

Check out this rock instrumental made on a vintage gibson

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Make Way for the King

High Levels

As the sunshine peers out,
from a rupture in the clouds,
winter turns and takes his bow. 
exit stage left, going down.
Applause fades away,
and the blacks into greys,
no colour's displayed. 

As the birds return to nests,
that the winds have almost wrecked,
The crows look on through hungry eyes,
spinning circles in the skies. 
Though the danger remains.
Hope the secrets are safe.
Almost nothing is sacred 

Distant hills create a frame,
joined up to the window pane.
a whole day which contains nought,
just a fragment of a thought.
Within or without.
The snow flys about.
Whilst we lay around. 

All your things placed in a line, 
as a way to pass the time, 
and though I guess what's yours is mine,
this final case is borderline.
You're falling awake.
As the time slips away.
Need a reason to stay. 

Though there's been lack of want,
could have seen it more up front.
Turn around you're back to front,
facing forward to the sun.
You're watching him play,
and you've nothing to say.
Nothing left to say. 

Moon companion in the sky.
Just a plane that's flying by,
in which people sit around,
listen carefully to the sounds. 
It's hope not dismay.
That the people remain.
As they're flying away.





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