Dan Sheehan

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0

Song Description

High voltage rocker about a musician who drugged out in the peak of his career.

Story Behind the Song

Lyrics were inspired by an article in a Phoenix newspaper about a local rock legend who'd found himself in hard/crazy times thanks to heroine.

Lyrics

The jig is up, you know you'd better run for cover
Your cover's blown, you're shown, you'd better find another
'Cause this time you ain't gonna blame things on your brother
You'd better make another phone call to your mother

'Cause I've seen this before
When the FBI came knockin' at my door
And I feel pretty sure
That your friends ain't gonna know you any more

Your other half is gone and still you feed the craving
And cover up the shame of all your rant and raving
As you revisit places you've already trespassed
The limits I imagined you've already surpassed

And I've seen this before
When the policeman came bangin' down my door
And I feel pretty sure
That your friends ain't gonna know you any more

On and on it goes, the feeling comes and then it goes
You can't remember when the last time was you washed your clothes
But you've succeeded at what you set out for without a doubt
To be the one that all the articles are all about

Plays:

1

Song Description

Grungy rocker trying to convince people to go out into the world and live.

Story Behind the Song

Inspired by a couple of people I know who stay inside and live in their own fantasy world.

Lyrics

I can see the color fading from your eyes
All your disappointment comes as no surprise

Always trying to escape it
When the truth is lame you fake it
Can you feel the breeze from your life passing you by?

Reading books of times and lands where you do next exist
Other people's thoughts are all you need to subsist

As you stare out of the window
Do you wonder where the time goes?
Did you ever think you should just go outside?

Always trying to escape it
When the truth is lame you fake it
Can you feel the breeze from your life passing you by?

You act as if you'd be embarassed
If anyone caught you living it up
But our judgmental eyes are casting
Down on you for giving up

Don't be so lame!

Song Description

Moody pop song with latent goth elements about a deranged stalker

Story Behind the Song

The lyrics to this song were largely inspired by the film Brahm Stoker's Dracula and the concept of a man so obsessed that nothing, including death nor time, will stop him in his obsessive quest.

Lyrics

Out of the darkness
Into the light
Out of the depths of hades
Into your sight
Over the highest mountains
To the valleys below
Into the darkest caverns -
That's where I'll go

Just as the moth will fly into the flame
Where it will surely die - I'll do the same
Just as the dying swan sings its last song
Just at the break of dawn - I'll come along

Back to the surface
Down from above
Bitter the search is
I'll find you my love
Down from the highest rooftops
To the alleys below
Into the darkest taverns
That's where I'll go

Sweet as the dark revenge sought by one man
Sure that his heart will mend realizing his plan
Just as the wrath of the sky will ravage the land
Leaving my love to lie washed up in the sand

Sure as the sky will fall in buckets of rain
Sure as the wind will call - I'll find you again
Sure as the dying swan sings its last song
Sure as the break of dawn - I'll come along

Plays:

1

Song Description

Anger and hatred take their toll on a person. This song takes a humorous look at this concept.

Story Behind the Song

After years of hating a few people and being riled up about it, I decided to drop the baggage. This song tells of my journey...

Lyrics

If I only had another minute
At the end of every day
I would surely spend it thinking of you
And all those little spiteful words you say
Spiteful words you say

I could really hate you
I would really hate you
I would hate you so much if and if I only had the time
If I had the time

If I had the slightest bit of energy
Before I lay me down to bed
I would surely spend it watching you run circles
Watching you run circles 'round my head
Circles 'round my head

I would really hate you
I would surely hate you
I would hate you so much if and if I only had the time
If I had the time

Plays:

18

Song Description

When tempatures get cold in New York City, people can get cold too.

Story Behind the Song

Written during a harsh New York City winter when the city was covered with snow and ice and when the people were noticeably in a standoffish mood.

Lyrics

Walking through the city a melting snoman frowns at me
I try to keep my balance on the ice
Gunshots in the distance, give thanks to God that it's not me
Let some other random person pay the price

You're so beautiful I love you without knowing you
That's as close as I can come these days
As you walk out the subway door I realize that there's more of you
In another time, another face

If only you would try to provoke me I could fuck with you
But you won't even look me in the eyes
I don't know which bothers me more
The indifference that you imply or the hatred that I fantasize

You're so typical I hate you without knowing you
That's the best that I can do these days
As you turn around the block I've instantly forgotten you
'Til you show your face some other day

People could you tell me where I could buy some sanity?