DB3

DB3

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DB3 plays alternative indie-pop with thoughtful, poignant lyrics. An eclectic range of music backed by energetic performances.

Biography

DB3 evolved from the group Dan Beahm and The Invisible Three, which began as a solo acoustic act at the turn of the millenium. In June of 2003, Dan Beahm realized that in order to perform his songs to their full extent, there simply had to be more people (than 1) on stage.

Dan recruited metal-drummer-cum-Dave-Matthews-fanatic Mike Russell to lend a unique sound to the percussion side. He then added the bouncy six-foot-plus classical guitarist Tino Benedetti to play bass and DB3 was complete.

DB3 released their first album, Maybe I'll Fly, on June 1, 2003 and by Sept. 1st they had sold over 500 albums in Columbus alone.

Dan has been writing music since the age of seven. He has made a career of being a musical Jack-of-all-trades, and his most notable efforts include film scores for several motion pictures (one which reached Sundance Film Festival), continuous compositions for modern dance projects, multimedia scores, television scores, and wide variety of solo endeavors ranging in flavor from sixties-lounge to electronica to symphonic orchestrations to rock.

DB3 has enjoyed immediate success throughout Columbus and the surrounding areas, and has quickly become a favorite of the local music scene. In August of 2003, DB3 began publicly proving their performance prowess by taking the People's Choice Award at the 2003 AIDS Rock Ohio.

Enthusiasm for DB3 continues to grow, and the band promises to keep creating rock to move the masses, both intellectually and physically.

Lyrics

I'm Alive

Written By: Dan Beahm

I'm alive. I'm riding on a train
On my headphones the song remains the same.
It's the same one I've been listening to for years.
It's the same one I've been listening to for years.

I'm alive, but it doesn't feel the same.
I keep searching but I can't get back there again.
Every once in a while
I get hit with a smile and I'm there

I'm alive, but I'm not sure
I take a drive searching for some kind of cure…

I remember this
How my head would feel
When I put my life on the line behind the wheel
And the lines would rush
Underneath my car
As I drive into black
And the lights become stars
I am sixteen
I am so green
I am not afraid of anything
I would laugh out loud
I did not know how
To fear
To fail
To follow the crowd

I'm alive, but it doesn't feel the same.
Got a vague sense of something surreal
but I can't feel the pain
I try to light my life on fire and get inspired tonight
But the rock and roll's already taken its toll in this fight

I'm alive, and I'm wondering why.
I look up, into a slate colored sky.
It's the same one I've been thinking about for years.
It's the same one I've been thinking about for years.

I'm alive, standing outside in the rain.
Though I try, I can't get back there again.

I remember this
How time stood still
Big Wheel looking down from the top of the hill
I'd start to roll
And I'd feel my soul
As I'd scream at the sky and it swallowed me whole
It's all so clear
I am really here
I am eight years old
I do not know fear
I am fast as light
I am outta sight
I am Evel Knievel
And I'm gonna take flight
Look up in the air
People stop and stare
Cause I am alive
I am alive.
I am alive.

I'm alive, but I still can't find
The song that's been wandering 'round in my mind
It's the same one I've been listening to for years.
It's the same one I've been listening to for years.

I'm alive, and I'm driving home.
Can't remember ever feeling so alone.
But it's good in a way
At the end of the day
So I drive.

I'm alive, and I'm good so far.
I look up and make a wish on a star…

And the light turns green
And the tires scream
As I leave it behind
And I drive into dreams
I am four years old
I am made of gold
I'm flying like SpaceGhost
This is my soul
Look up in the air
People stop and stare
…I am alive

(keep telling me)

Good Thing Gone Bad

Written By: Dan Beahm

Good Thing Gone Bad
©2004 - Renaissance Boy Recordings
June 25, 2003

Everything was the color of rust
And when the cops came in
you know they called it a bust
But it was more like Hiroshima
Yea, they took us all to the cleaners

I never thought that it would go down this way
It was a perfect plan but we got carried away
And all the kiddies got caught red-handed
Bloodied and abandoned

You know we let a good thing
A good thing go bad

My brain is full I gotta get it all out
I try to let it all go
But I'm starting to doubt my sanity
I know she's leaving me

And everything is wrong

Come on, baby, don't you do me that way
I told you everything that they told me to say
I wouldn't lie to you
It's just something that I got to do

I put a ten ounce bag in an aerosole can and I lie
I catch a flight to L.A. and trade the can for the pay to some guy
I take a little from the middle, just a little, they won't notice I'm shy
And in a couple of months we'll have enough set aside to get by

I know I promised a lot
But I was out of my head
I'd like to give it to you
But if I did I'd be dead
We couldn't run that fast or far
They always know where you are

It was good for a while but then it got out of hand
I tried to tell them I'd pay but they just don't understand
What I was telling them
They are the evil men

They know you got a good thing
A good thing and that's bad

Yesterday I was on top of the world
And now I'm shoveling dirt over a beautiful girl
Who was the best of me
But it's too late to see

That everything is wrong

You know I had a good thing
A good thing gone bad

Crazy Eddie

Written By: Dan Beahm

Crazy Eddie was a lot like me
Ever ready with a cup of tea
Broken halo but a heart of gold
Broken halo and soul he sold

Crazy Eddie liked to tell me tales
Eddie had a pocket full of nails
Pack of matches to ignite your flame
Pack of lies can do exactly the same

I should tell you that you won't like me
Butterfly becomes a bumble bee
Give a smile and then you turn to glass
Why do I deny the lie so fast?

You can hurt me; I can feel the pain.
You dessert me like a desert rain.
Though I knew you as the best of friends
You were Judas to my Jesus in the end.

I forgave you but I could not lie
All the pain was something I could not deny
You just smiled and turned away and turned to her
The cancer eating at my soul was turned into your goddamned cure

I forgave you but you could not cope
I forgave you but then lost all hope
She was not the reason for my tears
Maybe someday you will understand too late when truth appears

Everytime I think I see the end
I begin to run then fall again
Pick myself up off the ground and then
Turn around and do it all again

Crazy Eddie was a lot like me
Ever ready with a cup of tea
Broken halo but a heart of gold
Broken halo and soul he sold

Everytime I think I see the end
I begin to run then fall again
Pick myself up off the ground and then
Turn around and do it all again

Discography

Maybe I'll Fly (studio EP)
Four from Three (demo)

Set List

This is a typical one hour setlist, but DB3 is extremely comfortable playing sets upwards of 3 hours.

I Am Not Your Man
Dig Down
The Chair Song
Good Thing Gone Bad
Crossing Over
Los Angeles
I Can’t Get Enough of You
Flyboy
I’m Your Man
Like a Hurricane (Neil Young)
Crazy Eddie
I’m Alive