Lyrics:
Floating down, through the clouds
Memories come rushing up to meet me now
But in the space between the heavens
And the corner of some foreign field
I had a dream
I had a dream
Goodbye Max, goodbye Ma
After the service, when you're walking slowly to the car
And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air
You hear the tolling bell and touch the silk in your lapel
And as the teardrops rise to meet the comfort of the band
You take her frail hand
And hold on to the dream
A place to stay, enough to eat
Somewhere, old heroes shuffle safely down the street
Where you can speak out loud about your doubts and fears
And what's more, no one ever disappears
You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door
You can relax on both sides of the tracks
And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control
And everyone has recourse to the law
And no one kills the children anymore
No one kills the children anymore
Night after night, going 'round and 'round my brain
His dream is driving me insane
In the corner of some foreign field
The gunner sleeps tonight
What's done is done
We cannot just write off his final scene
Take heed of the dream
Take heed

The Gunner's Dream (Pink Floyd Cover)

Excited to go see Dead and Co. play this weekend. This song has some of the most beautiful lyrics. It's about the American Beatnik (Merry Prankster) Neil Cassidy. He served as the model for the character Dean Moriarty in Jack Kerouac's  1957 version of "On the Road" 
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Lyrics:
I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream
I can tell by the mark he left, you were in his dream
Ah child of countless trees
Ah child of boundless seas
What you are, and what you're meant to be
Speaks his name, though you were born to me
Born to me
Cassidy
Lost now on the country miles in his Cadillac
I can tell by the way you smile, he is rolling back
Come wash the nighttime clean
Come grow the scorched ground green
Blow the horn, and tap the tambourine
Close the gap of the dark years in between
You and me
Cassidy
Quick beats in an icy heart
Catch colt draws a coffin cart
There he goes and now here she starts
Hear her cry
Flight of the seabirds
Scattered like lost words
Wield to the storm and fly
Fare thee well now
Let your life proceed by it's own design
Nothing to tell now
Let the words be yours, I'm done with mine
Fare thee well now
Let your life proceed by it's own design
Nothing to tell now
Let the words be yours, I'm done with mine
Fare thee well now
Let your life proceed by it's own design
Nothing to tell now
Let the words be yours, I'm done with mine
I'm done with mine
Flight of the seabirds
Scattered like lost words
Wield to the storm and fly
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Robert Weir / John Barlow

1981

Cassidy (Barlow and Weir)

This song is the opening track from my new album with the Littoral Drift.  Josh Peters https://soundcloud.com/jdylanp was gracious enough to sit in and play on these tracks. His drumming is unique, stylish, and passionate. He brings a lot of flavor to every song on this new album. During recording, I gave him little direction and told him I wanted him to feel total freedom to explore the tune and the vibe. It inspires his playing. We mixed the album together and decided to call the new band The Littoral Drift. The Littoral drift, or longshore sediment transport, is the term used for the longshore transport of sediments (mainly sand), along the upper shoreface due to the action of breaking and longshore currents. 

Check out the video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9T1rLpQw-tQ

Lyrics:
Born with a nanny and a silver spoon
No complaints no complaints
Broken down wifi can’t get no display
Plain and mundane just plain and mundane

Rolling the dice and feeling the spice
Credited for your glee 
Byzantine pleasure couches of leather
Sprinkled Freud into their sleep
Blameless faceless can’t tell the difference
They all look the same to me
Kaleidoscope of colors forming on the mother
Dark heart formed repressively
Down in the dumps could have been a contender
Blame the mob and learn the lesson
 jingles and  jangles of  holiday pretenders
Blindness to the seedy oppression
It doesn’t affect me so I don’t care

So many out there just fighting for their share. 

Just like animals we rip and we tear
Floating and bobbing hoping it ends
Nothing gets wasted in the nature of things
Recycled promises hang from the wing

Too many trampled just trying to see
Sitting pretty from the perch in their tree
Pulling for the ringer   tribal thought lingers
 avarice raises its middle finger.

Blameless faceless can’t tell the difference
They all look the same to me
Kaleidoscope of colors forming on the mother
Dark heart formed repressively
Down in the dumps could have been a contender
Blame the mob and learn the lesson
 jingles and  jangles of  holiday pretenders
Blindness to the seedy oppression
It doesn’t affect me so I don’t care
So many out there just fighting for their share.

The Littoral Drift

The Nature of Things

Produced by Jimmy Nik https://soundcloud.com/james-l-more
Josh Dylan Peters on Drums  https://soundcloud.com/jdylanp 
Jimmy Nik on bass, lead guitar, vocals 
Darren Sullivan on rhythm guitar, lead vocals and songwriter.

This is the 10th track off the new Littoral Drift Album streaming now. Go check it out when you have a chance.

Check out the video:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ET0FDjSks2M
Lyrics:

Hey little lamb won’t you come to stay
Watch out for the rugged men today
They’ve come to try and change your way
Won’t you see the light before too late
Stay on the honest path please don’t you stray
Honest I raised you I say

Love your smile
All the while
Wherever  
You are found
Remember me freely when you need me even when I’m underground

I love you more than money could corrupt
Don’t worry I’m safe on the sand
I took what we had tired and bankrupt
Straight and narrow to the promised land
The sun’s setting now and I must go attend
To the little lambs the best I can

Underground

I wrote this song during the pandemic during lock down. I'm glad I do not feel this way anymore; however, you'll never know the good times if you don't have some bad. I really appreciated what Jessica Lloyd recently wrote about this song. You can check her review out with the attached link. Thanks for listening. 

"I loved the beat on “Dream #50” I’m not entirely sure if it was manipulated guitar or synths but everything here has a symbiotic relationship. It sounded like one moving organism. The vocals are again quite catchy and haunting."

https://topbuzzmagazine.com/music/darren-sullivan-releases-lasses-birgitta/?fbclid=IwAR3lbQNuOMWO_ZjwEOhJA6uW8m2WxP0_mkFc5RSqHG3eqsVwAtfoSzEMZhs

Dream #50

Dream # 50

Opening track on my new album with The Littoral Drift. New 14 track album due for release this Friday June 16th, 2023. 

Guitar vocals and bass: Darren Sullivan
Drums: Josh Dylan Peters https://soundcloud.com/jdylanp

Lyrics:
Won’t you leave the light on
Never could spy on
Drawn on a lake like with 
A charcoal crayon

Old men rely on 
Days of bygone
Memories traced
to the war in Saigon

Never gonna raise him
Better you forgave him
Shaving with a razor 
From the Barber’s favor

Maybe you could save him
If you forgave him
Betting on red but it’s looking pretty grim

Callin on Eliza
You know she relies on
Petty little gossip
From the corner store

A shoulder to cry on
Simping for the line on
Better get it straight if you’re wanting more. 
Wanting More 

Knowing Eliza
does despise him
Holding her hand when the sun has set

He listens real good
But she thinks he’s a fool
Believing that this is all he’ll get

She’s staying in the friend zone
She’s lovin Lorenzo
Never gonna have that special glow
She’s staying in the friend zone
She’s lovin Lorenzo
Never gonna have that special glow


Won’t you leave the light on
Never could spy on
Drawn on a lake like with 
A charcoal crayon

Old men rely on 
Days of bygone
Memories traced
to the war in Saigon

Never gonna raise him
Better you forgave him
Shaving with a razor 
From the Barber’s favor

Maybe you could save him
If you forgave him
Betting on red but it’s looking pretty grim

Callin on Eliza
You know she relies on
Petty little gossip
From the corner store

A shoulder to cry on
Simping for the line on
Better get it straight if you’re wanting more. 
Wanting More 
 
Callin on Eliza
You know she relies on
Petty little gossip
From the corner store

A shoulder to cry on
Simping for the line on
Better get it straight if you’re wanting more. 
 

Knowing Eliza
does despise him
Holding her hand when the sun has set

He listens real good
But she thinks he’s a fool
Believing that this is all he’ll get

She’s staying in the friend zone
She’s lovin Lorenzo
She’s staying in the friend zone
She’s lovin Lorenzo

Verdure

ELiza

Eliza (EXCLUSIVE SOUNDCLOUD EARLY RELEASE!!!!!)

This song is about my grandfather's recitation of a traditional joke when he would pass a cemetery, he would say, "People are dying to get in there," and how this joke has transcended three generations of my family, with my own kids now reciting the joke. They have added, "....and the wait is killing them." Either way, the song is about how we live on after we die through the loved ones we leave behind. 
The lyrics on the recording are different than these lyrics posted. After I recorded this song, I returned to these lyrics and made changes so I could recite it as poetry. I added more imagery. I so appreciate the musicians and artists who support my work and only hope we can all continue to stay inspired and grow through our art. 



No Discord
Darren Sullivan: Guitar, Bass, Vocals, Tamborine
Josh Dylan Peters: Drums 

Lyrics:
They were thrown to the thieves
Into the sleeves with stolen cheese
Breaking into the floor lookin for more
With a gun at the door

And the kids read all day and read all night for the knowledge to grow
Asking the questions like a sinister punch in the nose.
Slaying jokes while driving past cemeteries –“Hey, Dad, people are dying to get in there!”
Looking for sleds -winter was coming - better a blanket on bed

Living on the lake in the breeze
Got the balance that you need
Challenged by that week on the ledge
You made a pledge from behind the shed.

I was one of those guys that never complained 
When the couch got stained
But I felt the blame
So I learned to get tame 
On a verdurous plane

But the kids read all day and read all night for the knowledge to grow
They ask questions like a sinister punch in the nose.
Slaying jokes while driving past cemeteries, “Hey, Dad, people are dying to get in there!”
Looking for sleds winter was coming better a blanket on bed

When we arrived we were met with their swords
We made peace through our music with no discord

We said that we don’t care
We don’t care when the snare hits the bear

Oh my god you threw it out!
Poison left to share
 Oh my god you gave up stout?
Better stop your stare
Best alive with blooded ties
Given up the cynical cares

And the kids read all day and read all night for the knowledge to grow
Asking the questions like a sinister punch in the nose.
Slaying jokes while driving past overgrown, familiar cemeteries “Hey Dad, people are dying to get in there!”
Looking for sleds -winter was coming- better a blanket on bed

No Discord

How long have I 
been out for…..
Down the creekside manor
Stared at its door
Moss overgrown
bats and peepers soar…
I woke up in the back yard
All I saw was the joker card
Missed the dance and the super bowls
Cruelty kindness or the growing toll
The wait got weighted down
Barely heard the sound
shoveled on the mound
The wait weighted down
The wait got weighted down
How long have I 
been out for…..
Down the Creekside manor
Moss overgrown
bats and peepers soar…

The Wait Got Weighted Down

Raindrops falling in my cup
Coffee morning just woke up
Reasons mattered before time stopped
No one travelled and no one shopped
No you never got in line
Never stopped on a dime
You always wanted just to sing
Circled around and tied the ring. 

It always will grow
Is there a way I don’t know?
The garden’s got seed
A wind full of breeze…

Won’t see the light of day
Could barely repeat refrain
Counting all the money you spend
On nothing more than a big fat hen

Desensitized by karma dreams 
A prickly place to hide the seams
Reaching out to another brain
Trading riffs that last through days…

It always will grow
Is there a way I don’t know?
The garden’s got seed
A wind full of breeze…

A Prayer for the Dying

Please check out the video of this updated / remixed Mugfish "classic" :)
https://youtu.be/VJ2KmrrsUQA?si=Pm2C022UDJ6heHHI


So you take your bow / To embrace the down
Clutch a plan for tomorrow / In place of a now
Cos you’re half way to nowhere / Yet still nowhere near
That star in a jar / Drank too dry for tears

With your screwed up sense / Of what’ll go wrong
In your role play musical / Without any song
And with a tragic ending / Always guaranteed
It's the only way for a loser / To truly succeed

But you’ve been breaking your neck to waste your time (it’s your time it’s not a crime no)
Just so you can sit and watch the world go by (say goodbye just don’t try no)
It’s been breaking my heart watching you fade (and fade…and fade)
We know that those rings said forever what a close shave, a close shave a close shave

When the get one free / Is all you deserve
And you love to receive / But hate to serve
You're only racing / When nobody knows
Cos you’re King of the mountains / Where no one else goes
King of the mountains / Where no one else knows
You're King of the mountain’s Lonely echoes

But you’ve been breaking your neck to waste your time (it’s your time it’s not a crime no)
Just So you can sit and watch the world go by (say goodbye just don’t try no)
It’s been breaking my heart watching you fade (and fade…and fade)
We know that those rings said forever what a close shave a close shave a close shave
But you’ve been breaking your neck to waste your time (it’s your time it’s not a crime no)
Just So you can sit and watch the world go by (say goodbye just don’t try no)
It’s been breaking my heart watching you fade (and fade…and fade)
We know that those rings said forever what a close shave a close shave a close shave
Close / what a / shave / what a / close / what a / what a close shave
Close / what a / shave / what a / close / what a / what a close shave
Close / what a / shave / what a / close / what a / what a close shave

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