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I pray on my Holy Ghost
And I philosophize
I keep things moving in my head…
But everything that I shift
Leaves an empty space
Sadness rushes in in its stead
Because everywhere I turn I see a little bit of blue
And I can’t help but feel I should be better than, better than this
City so full of dreams that won’t ever come true.
I know now.
How do you measure a dream
Fit it to your form
When you dreamt it as a kid in school?
Can you wear it despite
Time’s ever-quickening flight
And all of the times you felt a fool?
Because every song I sing has got a little bit of blue
And I can’t help but feel I should be better than, better than this
Dream that I held so tight, but maybe outgrew
What do I do?
What do I do?
I give myself another dare
Rip up the map and just don’t care
And move on
Through highways packed with fancy cars
Hills littered with broken stars
Who hold on
I won’t wait
I’ll move on
I pray on my Holy Ghost
And I philosophize
I keep things moving in my head
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Ghosts (Remastered)
03:03
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You drink right down
To the bottom of the bottle
Every night
Whiskey or wine
Will do you fine
Get your blue flame burning bright
Or you’re laying in bed
With a haunted head
And all these rooms to fill
It’s a sleepless trance
When spirits dance all night and won’t sit still
Don’t keep the ghosts inside
Get them out of your head
Don’t keep the ghosts inside
Get them out of your head
You’re running from your lover
Running from your best friend
Running from your name
You race through regrets
Like cigarettes
And you can’t break this chain
Don’t keep the ghosts inside
Get them out of your head
Don’t keep the ghosts inside
Get them out of your head
Maybe you should just count sheep instead
Out of your head
Out of your head
You try to hush your heart
Try to hush your brain
You’re going to kill your love
Trying to numb your pain
Can’t face these ghosts if you hide away
Baby, own yourself don’t hide away
Hide away
Don’t keep the ghosts inside
Get them out of your head
Don’t keep the ghosts inside
Get them out of your head
Maybe you should just count sheep instead
Out of your head
Out of your head
You’re running from your lover
Running from your best friend
Running from this town
You don’t know
A seed won’t grow
If you don’t plant it in the ground
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I’m changing the way that I do business
I’m closing up shop
I woke up on a question
‘Is this my life or not?’
I’ve cooked the books so long
To feel like I was giving it a shot
But I’m not
I’m not
I don’t know how it got to where
I sleepwalk through every day
My pen don’t move
My guitar never seems to want to play
9-5 I’m half alive
How long have I been this way?
Keeping my
pulse at bay
The trick is how you choose to see it
It’s coming around, it’s coming around
If I can dream it, I can be it
It’s coming around, it’s coming around
On the horizon
This kid is wising up
Can you tell me brother
Can you help me understand
How a dream can grow so heavy
It nearly breaks a man?
My baby says to hold on
As long as I can
With a strong, strong hand
The trick is how you choose to see it
It’s coming around, it’s coming around
If I can dream it, I can be it
It’s coming around, it’s coming around
On the horizon
This kid is wising up
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Has Been (Remastered)
04:05
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I’m a fraud, I pretend
I ain’t chasing glory
Just a lonely wanderer
Trying to tell a simple story
You can feel free
To cry or laugh
At the kid with the carefully
Practiced autograph
So, I’ll be the has been who never was
Hold my breath and I’ll jump from this boxcar because
It circles the mountain and never starts to climb
I’ll leave my pennies on the railroad track
I’ll jump from this train, you know, I won’t look back
Leave this jumble of words for someone else to rhyme
I say that every time
I’ll take a seat right at the bar
That I’m too young to fill
I’ll sit and think, sip on the drink
That I never seem to kill
Because the fella that’s pouring ‘em
Yeah, he knows the deal
I’m always one drink shy
Of how I want to feel
So, I’ll be the has been who never was
Hold my breath and I’ll jump from this boxcar because
It circles the mountain and never starts to climb
I’ll leave my pennies on the railroad track
I’ll jump from this train, you know, I won’t look back
Leave this jumble of words for someone else to rhyme
I say that every time
And it just gets to me
You get what I mean?
That the best of me is still unseen
That the best of me is still unseen
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Christopher Dallman Milwaukee, Wisconsin
In 2020, singer-songwriter Christopher Dallman put down the acoustic guitar and was reborn as an electronic pop artist. Based in Milwaukee, WI, Christopher’s latest album - title TBD - his first self-produced record - will be released over the course of a year, with one song dropping on the first Friday of each month beginning with NO SENSE IN REGRET out May 1, 2020. ... more
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