Don’t sway everyone’s the same in here
Don’t stay no I cannot stand it in here
But don’t say to me that everything will be ok
I can’t see no light through this stained glass window
Today

Choke myself on my own tears
And now they have run dry
But I’m trying so hard to stop asking why
Can’t I change the way things worked out?

But I can’t think no more these years have all run dry
Now that I’m throwing dirt to stop this pain inside
And this black hole I see in the ground gets bigger
And it swallows me up and all the people with it endgame

These walls keep on closing in on me
I’m scared and finding it so hard to breathe
My hearts beating fast as all the anger builds up
Inside
I can’t change this guilty feeling I have I hide

Choke myself on my own tears
And now they have run dry
But I’m trying so hard to stop asking why
Can’t I change the way things worked out?

But I can’t think no more these years have all run dry
Now that I’m throwing dirt to stop this pain inside
And this black hole I see in the ground gets bigger
And it swallows me up and all the people with it endgame

Choke myself on my own tears
And now they have run dry
But I’m trying so hard to stop asking why
Can’t I change the way things worked out?

But I can’t think no more these years have all run dry
Now that I’m throwing dirt to stop this pain inside
And this black hole I see in the ground gets bigger
And it swallows me up and all the people with it endgame
Endgame

Endgame

Merry Christmas 🎄❄️☃️⭐

It's my favourite time of year so I thought I would try and create a festive sounding piece of music! 

A Winter's Tale

Recorded in Modesto, Ca.   Featuring Gibson 335 Electric Guitar solo. Alto Saxophone so. Steinway Brothers Acoustic Piano Rhythm. Fender Electric Bass. Roland Synthesizer Bass. Gibson L5 Electric Guitar Rhythm. Godin Electric Guitar Rhythm. Horn Section, Trumpet,  Alto, Tenor & Baritone Saxophones. Trap Drum kit Full set. Percussion Congas, Bongos, Cow Bell. Ago go Bells. Zildjan 22" Ride & Crash Cymbal.

Cannery Row

Beal Street Junction

A song about the world today. With whistling!

Music for an Unquiet Mind

Dirty Rats - 8:3:24, 11.52 PM

François TAMBY: texte et musique
Aline T: chant lead, voix et choeurs

CIACCO/Be another - Near Lisboa

This song started with Dan Ls exploration of "The Devil's Interval".  The flatted fifth creates dissonance and is not often used in music.  I associate it with the song "Black Sabbath" by "Black Sabbath".  You can find it in other "evil" sounding songs.

You can read a little about this interval here:
https://www.theguardian.com/notesandqueries/query/0,,-1767,00.html


Because of the dissonance I contacted DanB and asked him if he was interested in writing a song with me using this musical element.  He agreed and we wrote this song.

DanB writes:
Well this is something quite different for certain!!  It is something very unusual. I have titled it "An Ode To Edgar"
Of course I mean Edgar Allen Poe.  A master at the macabre.  This is a story of a most likely, very disturbed man. Obsessed with Edgar Allen Poe.  He may or may not have committed a murder. 

It can be determined that he is delusional and quite unbalanced. Therein lies the, um... fun. 

Lyrics;

The night so bleak 
A final shriek 
As cold fog blankets my little town

Now still the air
sit in my chair
And think how lovely she looked in her gown 

No need to fear
from what you hear
An ode to Edgar
An homage to a broken man

It's nothing more
No lost Lenore 
Just a little tome from a lifelong fan

The chandelier 
Burns bright and clear
Illuminating the dining room

A well swept floor
And basement door 
That leads to a hidden tomb

No need to fear
from what you hear
An ode to Edgar 
An homage to a broken man

It's nothing more
No lost Lenore 
Just a little tome from a lifelong fan

Where she is bound
Never to be found
Her pale blue eyes forever will stare

So quiet now
And yet somehow 
I fear she may walk from out of there

No need to fear
from what you hear
An ode to Edgar
An homage to a broken man

It's nothing more
No lost Lenore 
Just a little tome from a lifelong fan

News flies around 
Throughout my little town 
She has gone to see her family

So no one will know
Where she really did go
A secret known to only me

No need to fear
from what you hear
An ode to Edgar
An homage to a broken man

It's nothing more
No lost Lenore 
Just a little tome from a lifelong fan

An Ode To Edgar

This is the site for the music of Dan and Dan:  Dan Blackard and Dan Lockhart.  Our sites are here:
https://soundcloud.com/dan-lockhart
https://soundcloud.com/dan-s-blackard

Due to the existence of other Dan and Dans we changed our name.  Our new name is Dan X2.  If you google Dan X2 you can see we show up right at the top of the search.  You can find our new songs here:
https://soundcloud.com/user-106484228

If you can't find a song that you remember hearing.  You can find more  songs by Dan and Dan at:
https://www.reverbnation.com/dananddan5