Dano & Sons

Dano & Sons

 Waukesha, Wisconsin, USA
BandAmericanaSinger/Songwriter

Dano & Sons are a powerful, Acoustic Americana Rockabilly trio led by Singer/songwriter Dano Peterson with his sons Shayne and Jeff. Their songs are inspired, bursts of irresistable melodic hooks and intense vocal harmonies. Their stripped-down raw delivery is a sucker-punch for new classic songs.

Biography

DANO & SONS are a powerful acoustic Americana/Rockabilly trio led by Singer Songwriter Dano Peterson with his two sons Shayne and Jeff. Their CD 'SUN STUDIO-100 year Storm' recorded in one night at legendary Sun Studio, Memphis Tennessee. Described as "..an inspired mash-up between Johnny Cash, The Who, and Quentin Tarentino" they re-ignite the Sun Legacy for a new generation.
DANO & SONS songs are 2 minute bursts of irresistable melodic hooks and intense vocal harmonies. 12 barn-burning tracks with a frantic rockabilly pulse are juxtaposed with sly street-wise lyrics. Dano Peterson’s visceral words paint broken characters submerged in addiction, lust, domestic abuse, homelessness, mental breakdown, betrayal, and two haunting surf/spaghetti western style instrumentals headed for a soundtrack in the near future. Every song a new unforgettable classic

Lyrics

Love's My Favorite Food

Written By: Dano Peterson

Love’s My Favorite Food
Words & Music by Dan Peterson Copyright © 1988 All rights Reserved

Ya got jewelry from all those guys- but it’s all turned to tin
This flesh and blood gives life to love- too good to call it sin
Love is pure and honest- and lust is swift and lewd
Your body makes me hungry- and love’s my favorite food

Chorus Love’s my favorite food, baby- Love’s my favorite food
Love’s my favorite food, baby- Love…

I aint the boy next door, and I aint your next-of-kin
Next to none when it comes to fun- I’ll help you keep that grin
You want somethin’ fillin’- and my appetite’s unglued
You’re my favorite flavor- and love’s my favorite food
You’re like a lullaby love letter girl- now I wanna lick the stamp
I wanna be your boy so hang your earrings on the lamp
Close your eyes now baby- now I’m wantin’ you to guess
Which part of your sweet body- I’ll be kissin’ next
I kiss your spine as you recline- here’s your late-night valentine
Close your eyes now baby- now I’m wantin’ you to guess
Which part of your sweet body- I’ll be kissin’ next
You make it hard for me to leave you- and easy to return
We both got the time to kill- and we both got love to burn
If breakfast is in bed- then I’m always in the mood
Your body is the banquet- and love’s my favorite food

BlackBalled

Written By: Dano Peterson

BlackBalled
Words & Music by Dan Peterson Copyright © 2009 All rights Reserved

I got a reputation that I paid for in advance
I’m about as dirty as an old grave-digger’s pants
If ya got to know me you would find a sweeter side
Till then I’m just a hitchhiker who’ll never get a ride

Chorus Blackballed forever, blackballed for life
Blacklisted lover with a two-fisted wife
Blackballed for ever, blackballed for life
Blacklisted lover- but she twisted the knife
Blackballed…I’ve been blackballed

Everybody whispers as I’m passin’ through the room
They look at me like someone they should sweep out with a broom
I’m guilty of not carin’ to belong to any clique
And the face of righteous judgment is the one I’d like to kick
I’ve totally gotten used to bein’ outside lookin’ in
Don’t wanna be in there anyway- and won’t be ever again
As long as I got this old guitar- I got a good way to vent
And I’d pay to keep me on that list- yeah, it’s worth every cent

Happy Skitzo

Written By: Dano Peterson

Happy Skitzo
Words & Music by Dan Peterson Copyright © 2010 All rights Reserved

I’m a happy skitzo- no one happier than me
One foot stuck in real-life, and one in fantasy
I pretend I’m not depressed, and everyone is so impressed
Mister Cool is really stressed, but that aint what they say-o
I’m a happy skitzo- a schizophrenic clown
Dancin’ with a pistol on the sunny side of town
Once I balance out self-doubt, my yin and yang can fight it out
I don’t know what the fights about, but I’m fightin’ every day-o
I’m a happy skitzo- the laughter just distracts
Fake it till ya make it- only happiness attracts
I closed the door on openness, I don’t send no S.O.S.
No one knows my life’s a mess, aint no shades of gray-o
I’m a happy skitzo- no one happier than me
Don’t know why I dabble in this doomed Duality
My two sides- they don’t play nice, at least I never say it twice
I’m chicken with a side of rice, I’m psycho every day-o

Steelbar Hotel

Written By: Dano Peterson

SteelBar Hotel
Words & Music by Dan Peterson Copyright © 2010 All Rights Reserved

I roam these streets just like a homeless dog
At least I get a suntan through the smog
Some sick wind keeps blowin’ me around
Tonight, I know that Steelbars’ where I’m bound
Chorus 3 hots & a cot at the Steelbar Hotel
I’ll down free shots then go rot in the place I know so well
Johnny Law has picked me up- damn near every time I fell & gave me
3 hots & a cot at the Steelbar Hotel
Panhandle change and cigarettes
Got matted hair, dirty clothes & month old sweat
I never hurt nobody with my crime
I just break the laws that can guarantee me time
Chorus 3 hots & a cot at the Steelbar Hotel
The one plot that I got that can hold this empty shell
Johnny Law will lock me up in my home away from hell
For 3 Hots & a cot at the Steelbar Hotel
Siftin’ through the dumpster for a meal
There’s more dignity in eatin’ what I steal
Outside my cell window I see a cloud
Crazy voices in my head are screamin’ loud
Chorus 3 hots & a cot at the Steelbar Hotel
Grieve not if I’m shot, I got no one that you could tell
Johnny Law has kicked my ass every time I fell and gave me
3 hots & a cot at the Steelbar Hotel

Slippin' Around

Written By: Dano Peterson

SLIPPIN’ AROUND
Words & Music by Dan Peterson Copyright © 1982 All Rights Reserved

People slam your reputation- ‘say you’re slippin’ around
The sassy cats’ been givin’ lip to the hound
A slip of the tounge gave it all away
Ya sleaze around all night, and ya sleep all day
Chorus They say you’re slippin’ around baby
I know you’re slippin’ around pretty girl
Don’t want ya slippin’ around so maybe
I’ll catch ya slippin’ around
I can tell you been a slippin’ by your sly little grin
You’re slippin’ it off- and they’re slippin it in
Some slick boy sucker in a tight pair of slacks
Got ya spendin’ your time slidin’ on your back
Well I suppose that I could lose my cool and blow my top
And call your boy out for the duel
But there aint no point for me to take it out on him
When you’re the one that’s tryin’ to make me look like a fool
I’m gonna open that door- and let you slither away
I’ll pay ya to leave- now get outta my way
I’ll turn it all around and then I’ll can the slander
What’s good for the goose- is good for the gander

Roadhouse Gallows

Written By: Dano Peterson

Roadhouse Gallows
Words & Music by Dan Peterson Copyright © 1988 all rights reserved

This old roadhouse- will be the last stop on my ride
This aint no cabaret- it’s just a holding cell inside
These lights of purgatory just get dimmer with the smoke
I’m spiritually bankrupt- and morally broke- in the Roadhouse Gallows
Lord don’t let me die here- don’t let me lay my head
On tequila scented carpet- died dark bordello red
When ya bleed to death in here- it don’t even leave a stain
This brand of insanity is common as the rain
There’s no more mystery, no hope, no desire, and no fun- it quit bein’ fun
Lord- take me from this grave- I’m only dyin’ to see the sun
Chorus The Roadhouse Gallows –here’s my desperate prayer
This Roadhouse Religion - got me stayin’ scared
That barstool looks like my electric chair
Roadhouse Gallows- never goin’ back there
When the devil walks in here, ya can all feel his draft
This roadhouse is ground zero- where we keep practicin’ his craft
Suck the worm right from the bottle, only virgins’ make a face
Drink the cockroach from the shotglass with the snake who runs this place-
in the Roadhouse gallows
I’m sick of feelin’ useless- burned out by twenty-one
That’s sixty-five in bar years- from all the damage that I’ve done
A ritual user- a habitual drunk
Lord take me away- I’ll even ride in the trunk- a dead punk-
from the Roadhouse gallows
Only divine intervention can deliver me from this
There aint nothin’ bout this roadhouse that I will ever miss
Chorus The Roadhouse Gallows –here’s my desperate prayer
This Roadhouse Religion - got me stayin’ scared
That barstool looks like my electric chair
Roadhouse Gallows- can my soul be spared?

Ridin' The Cycle Of Abuse

Written By: Dano Peterson

Ridin’ the Cycle of Abuse
Words & Music by Dan Peterson Copyright © 2010 all rights Reserved

Ridin’ the Cycle of Abuse
That love-me-knot is chokin’ like a noose
Ridin’ the Cycle – time to break loose
Ridin’ that Cycle…of Abuse
Dig that ditch on lover’s lane- skid into a dead end
Lay it down on rocks and broken glass
Musta missed the warning sign and red flag at the bend
Thought that patch of death was gonna pass
Fast track to insanity- you bet, nothin’ll change
fueled with apologies and lies
That bike is built for beatin’ hearts- better just walk away
can’t bury what’s dead until it dies

He Treats You Like A Dog

Written By: Dano Peterson

He Treats You Like A Dog
Words & Music by Dan Peterson Copyright © 1988 All rights Reserved

Why do you stay with a guy who beats you up
Takes your heart and tears it up
Ya stay with a guy who beats you up
And he treats you like a dog
He calls for you and you run to him
Come for him- play dumb for him
He calls for you and you run to him
And he treats you like a dog
Get down on your knees- scratch them fleas
Ya want his love and you have to beg
Fetch his stick and cook his eggs
Ya want his love and you have to beg
And he treats you just like a dog
Why do you stay with a guy who beats you up
Takes your heart and tears it up
Ya stay with a guy who beats you up
And he treats you like a dog
When he thinks that you’ve lied- He locks you outside
For all you do- there’s no reward
When you’re gone- he feels so bored
That doghouse is a lonely place
He don’t see contempt in your pretty face

Discography

Dano & Sons 'Sun Studio 100 Year Storm'- on iTunes

as The Hot Volleys 'Nevermind the Bullets'- on iTunes

also their 1st release;
The Dan Peterson Band
'Daddyo' 1996

Set List

1. Loves My Favorite Food
2. Blackballed
3. Happy Skitzo
4. Steelbar Hotel
5. Surfin’ Moon
6. Good Money
7. Roadhouse Gallows
8. Slippin’ Around
9. Ridin’ the Cycle of Abuse
10. He Treats You Like a Dog
11. Lover’s Parade
12. Nature of the Beast