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Scars

by Den Hanrahan

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loubradley Straight off the bat I was taken to an old Melbourne warehouse filled with players in a garage band set up with vintage electric guitars and amps, piano and Hammond organ with welcomed visitors of cool old country banjo and fiddle, sung with an unaffected Australian voice and from songs that mean it. There were people there sometimes dancing to the distinctive Den Hanrahan style chorus changes and sometimes sitting and staring and going down the rabbit hole ....like I just did.
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1.
I hear the sounds of the sea as the ships roll in I take a chance on an oportunity and I begin. I open up this door just to carry 'round these blues and all this time I'd hate to be standing in your shoes. and if I had a price to pay let me have my fill Just to swallow that has become a bitter pill. 'Cause I was born on the back seat of a statesman deville. She sells rings and things alone at her front door. She say that I cant have too much 'cause I'll want some more. She sdays that all the changes need to come from the heart, Go away and weave your magic, never let it fall apart. and if I had a price to pay let me have my fill Just to swallow that has become a bitter pill. 'Cause I was born on the back seat of a statesman deville. 2, 4, 6, 8, Who's the one you appreciate take it to the limit on a whiskey break with the devil by my side. Up, down, turn around, take it to the rivers end. We can talk in the morning about this rush I send. and if I had a price to pay let me have my fill Just to swallow that has become a bitter pill. 'Cause I was born on the back seat of a statesman deville.
2.
Blue Hotel 04:45
What if there was nothing left of us nothing to discuss yeah nothing? What if everything was thrown away no yesterdays all gone? With all the writing on the wall, washed away with the tide, and nothing for a mind so low, And I was living in the Blue Hotel, where every night you can go to hell with every wordhanging on a wire, voices coming from inside and every night with some contraband. If the shy should fall then understand that I'm Staring through the window at the neon lights from the Blue Hotel. Should the world turn colder everyday, falls of snow block the highway. Can't build the future for the past, nothings going to last, yeah nothing. With all the writing on the wall, washed away with the tide, and nothing for a mind so low, And I was living in the Blue Hotel, where every night you can go to hell with every wordhanging on a wire, voices coming from inside and every night with some contraband. If the shy should fall then understand that I'm Staring through the window at the neon lights from the Blue Hotel. But we're standing underneath a street lamp soaked to the bone, with a six pack of Coopers, listening to the Rolling Stones. And I was living in the Blue Hotel, where every night you can go to hell with every wordhanging on a wire, voices coming from inside and every night with some contraband. If the shy should fall then understand that I'm Staring through the window at the neon lights from the Blue Hotel. x2
3.
I'm looking out on a rose pink skyline, Three shows and I'm heading on home. I keep driving down to hell on a high wire, even closer with the bars on my phone. Gears are crunching theres a hole in the pipeline, Lifes blood on the blacktop of fire. There's a shifting in the tenure of comment and I'm listening to a chorus of hell's own choir. The dust falls flat as it mines the blue sky. Eight hours walking in the church of the lowly, waiting fall hell to pay. I'm gazing past a post with a horse shoe, talking to a number off a card on the wall. I'm dreaming of a beer in a chilled glass, walking circles as the mercury falls. The dust falls flat as it mines the blue sky. Eight hours walking in the church of the lowly, waiting fall hell to pay, waiting for hell to pay. Under the freeway there a fire still burning, in the street past the alley's low down. There's a rumble from the sky people coming. Lighting cracks over the city down town, Lighting cracks over the city down town The dust falls flat as it mines the blue sky. Eight hours walking in the church of the lowly, waiting fall hell to pay.
4.
Woke up this morning with my head in my hand, Grabbed my coat and away I ran. I run so far from there that then the sun went down and came up again. Out in the centre where the sun beats down, the wind in your head is the only sound. The ground turned red and my skin turned black, I vowed that I wasnt ever going back. I went to the river but the river was dry, the trees all weeping. By and by the thunder rolled and the rain came down, the ground release from the summers frown. By the time I hit that southern shore, my head was high and my pockets poor. The waves they came a crashing in, the ground gave way and I fell in. I came up and the wall were white the spring rain fell in the mountain light. Ancient forest grew along a street of mud thanks to the wild receeding flood With all the lines drawn and the feelings lost waivering from the morning frost. I stumbled out along a field of grey as the sun rose on a brand new day. Shot rang out across a southern sky, I fell to my knees and I asked why? My eyes went black and my blood ran cold as the devils hand he held... he held my soul. Woke up this morning with my head in my hand grabbed my coat and away I ran.
5.
If I Run 04:10
We sit on the beach, and watch the moon come up over the water. The words stay below, as the storm off the point gets closer If I run can you come find me and if I run can you come find me? and If I fall will you soften my landing, If I fall will you soften my landing? If this all turns south will you still hold me, will you still hold me, will you still hold me We walk in the sand, with every step walking hand on hand. She stops to kiss my lips, I hold her close and she rocks her hips. If I run can you come find me and if I run can you come find me? and If I fall will you soften my landing, If I fall will you soften my landing? If this all turns south will you still hold me, will you still hold me, will you still hold me I kiss your mouth and I love you still,I hold your face and I always will. x3 If I run can you come find me and if I run can you come find me? and If I fall will you soften my landing, If I fall will you soften my landing? If this all turns south will you still hold me, will you still hold me, will you still hold me
6.
Stolen Car 05:16
It seems like all these roads meld into one, the cracks and the holes are bigger on this one I'm on. Mile by mile this road just leads me round to a circus that is another town. I'm driving in a stolen car, I driving in a stolen car to get me from here to where you are. 'Cause I'll do any thing for you yes I'll do anything for you, Only you can mend this hole in my heart I'm driving in a stolen car x2 Rain falls down, sun comes out, sky falls in on the weeping of this lonely heart. The darkness calls and the embers fall, the light returns to the face of this searching hand. I'm driving in a stolen car, I driving in a stolen car to get me from here to where you are. 'Cause I'll do anything for you yes I'll do anything for you, Only you can mend this hole in my heart I'm driving in a stolen car x2 Reaching out for you x4 I'm driving in a stolen car, I driving in a stolen car to get me from here to where you are. 'Cause I'll do any thing for you yes I'll do anything for you, Only you can mend this hole in my heart I'm driving in a stolen car x3
7.
Mission Bell 06:09
I'm broke, I got no shoes. I got a fever I just can't lose. I'm tired, I got no bed and I'm sleeping with thes demons in my head. I wet but the river runs dry. There's not even one rain cloud in the sky. I'm bored, I got no work. Can't even smile but I can surely smirk. Then the shadows come to call, they come to call as far as ai can tell. All these shadows on the walls then the ringing of the mission bell. The ringing of the mission bell. I drive, but I cant move on. The wheels are turning but it's feeling wrong. I'm hard as nails and as soft as clouds, I turn it down but its still too loud. Then the shadows come to call, they come to call as far as ai can tell. All these shadows on the walls then the ringinof the mission bell. The ringing of the mission bell. Working fire, on the wire, big bright eyes, that are far too wise. On the go, never slow. Shifting sand and your prying hands, best laid plans, if you can. What my prize? Oversize. Then the shadows come to call, they come to call as far as ai can tell. All these shadows on the walls then the ringinof the mission bell. The ringing of the mission bell.
8.
Cold Rain 07:20
I ride across the river in a field of rain. Walking carefully with perfect aim. Beads of sweat running down my brow. I take a chance on an incident that kills the bloody row. It's a cold, cold Rain. Cold, cold rain. Across my window payne. It's a cold, cold Rain, across my t shirt stain. It's a cold, cold rain. Eyes that widen with the force of ten. Around the hideaways and fields of men. With all the workings of a well oiled machine, taking in the temperament of everytrhing that's seen. It's a cold, cold Rain. Cold, cold rain. Across my window payne. It's a cold, cold Rain, across my t-shirt stain. It's a cold, cold rain. Through the weathered eyes of material finds this feeling takes away from everything that's left behind. With a walking time bomb that exploded past Insight of everything that's trying to make it last. It's a cold, cold Rain. Cold, cold rain. Across my window payne. It's a cold, cold Rain, over my t-shirt stain. It's a cold, cold rain. It's a cold, cold Rain, across my window payne. It's a cold, cold Rain, across my t shirt stain. It's a cold, cold rain, digging furrows in my brain. It's cold, cold rain, black is closing in. It's cold, cold rain, affecting everything. I'm shutting down this pen, It's cold, cold rain. Cold, cold rain.

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Dedicated to the Memory of Karl Broadie. Thanks for the cover photo pal.

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released May 15, 2020

Den Hanrahan, Vocals, Acoustic and Electric Guitar, percussion, Organ Tk 3, 6, Producer, Engineer. Matt Nightingale, Bass, Baritone guitar, Backing Vox, Mixed and Mastered. Gleny Rae, Fiddle. Jenny Shimmin, Banjo on Statesman Deville. Kyle Manning, All piano, Hammond organ on Tracks 2, 4, 5. Recorded at Hummingbird Audio, Redbeard Audio, Tim Roebuck Audio productions,

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Den Hanrahan Wanniassa, Australia

Den Hanrahan is a singer-songwriter whose songs tell the stories of modern Australia – from the red dust of the landscape, to the loves and losses that have touched his life.
Pushing beyond genres and dipping generously into the melting pot that is Australian music, Den Hanrahan is a surprisingly fresh take on roots music.
New Album SCARS available now.
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