Uploaded March 2025 | Updated September 2026, 3 weeks ago
Official audio for ‘Hidden Door’ by Dan Darrah from their 2025 split with Onionizm. Listen + purchase on cassette tape: sundaydrive-records.com/products/dan-darrah-onionizm-split
Lyrics:
Two ruby curtains wrap around her bed
Hides in her sheets like a linen dress
All his suits are grey as the moon
They cross the moat of her iron gate
It all feels so embarrassing
She’s got a maid
That smiles everyday
Some New York ascetics caught their eyes
Their parents cried out
He cut off all his hair
She sold her things
They ran away
I don't know where
Your joyless fun — do you ever think?
Your ship of fools is bound to sink
They like to judge
They find it kinda fun
Some New York ascetics caught their eyes
Their parents cried out
She cut off all his hair
He sold her things
They ran away
I don't know where
Some say, "It's all the same to me"
You know I have to agree
They found their hidden door
That's what we're all looking for
All his suits are grey as the moon
The rumour says her dad runs Frito-Lay
Or a couple casinos
He cut off all his hair
She sold her things
They ran away
I don't know where
Credits:
Produced by Scott Downes
Engineered by Dylan Frankland & Micah Brown
Mixed by Alex Gamble
Mastered by Nik Kozub
Dan Darrah:
instagram.com/danjdarrah
For more music and Dan Darrah merch, visit: sundaydrive-records.com
Sunday Drive Records:
twitter.com/SundayDriveRecs
instagram.com/sundaydriverecords
facebook.com/sundaydriverecords
FFO: The Microphones, Teenage Fanclub, The Beatles
Official audio for ‘Hidden Door’ by Dan Darrah from their 2025 split with Onionizm. Listen + purchase on cassette tape: sundaydrive-records.com/products/dan-darrah-onionizm-split
Lyrics:
Two ruby curtains wrap around her bed
Hides in her sheets like a linen dress
All his suits are grey as the moon
They cross the moat of her iron gate
It all feels so embarrassing
She’s got a maid
That smiles everyday
Some New York ascetics caught their eyes
Their parents cried out
He cut off all his hair
She sold her things
They ran away
I don't know where
Your joyless fun — do you ever think?
Your ship of fools is bound to sink
They like to judge
They find it kinda fun
Some New York ascetics caught their eyes
Their parents cried out
She cut off all his hair
He sold her things
They ran away
I don't know where
Some say, "It's all the same to me"
You know I have to agree
They found their hidden door
That's what we're all looking for
All his suits are grey as the moon
The rumour says her dad runs Frito-Lay
Or a couple casinos
He cut off all his hair
She sold her things
They ran away
I don't know where
Credits:
Produced by Scott Downes
Engineered by Dylan Frankland & Micah Brown
Mixed by Alex Gamble
Mastered by Nik Kozub
Dan Darrah:
instagram.com/danjdarrah
For more music and Dan Darrah merch, visit: sundaydrive-records.com
Sunday Drive Records:
twitter.com/SundayDriveRecs
instagram.com/sundaydriverecords
facebook.com/sundaydriverecords
FFO: The Microphones, Teenage Fanclub, The Beatles
