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Little Dragon Girl
03:03
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Can she come out and play?
Will she obliterate,
making the world safe?
Now she lights up the trees,
fire surrounding me,
innocent hide and seek.
(The sun will open up your eyes!)
Little dragon girl,
red as a violin.
Little dragon girl,
brave as a hyacinth.
Ground pushes her away,
gravity rearranged.
Chandelier, candle, pain.
On purple you will glide,
harmless as lisuride,
branches of tangled light.
(They splinter in the river’s eyes.)
Little dragon girl,
red as a violin.
Little dragon girl,
brave as a hyacinth.
Little dragon girl,
strong as a spider’s web.
Little dragon girl,
my favorite razor’s edge.
Driftly living glitters, not gold.
Fragile wind beams siphon the cold.
Caution makes it invisible.
Fragile living siphons, not gold.
(Little dragon girl my favorite razor’s edge)
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2. |
Ghost Boy
02:28
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Left a flower opened up for you,
sanctuary of pollen and dew.
Would you believe it if I spoke to you?
Could you even hear me if you wanted to?
Move the sand along the ocean floor;
fold the waves to blanket the shore.
Still, I’m unable to get through to you.
Do you even feel the air I’m walking through?
You’ll never see me, I am a ghost boy.
You never see me, I am a ghost boy.
You’ll never see me, I am a ghost boy.
You never see me, I am a ghost boy.
Make a sculpture you could sink into,
body of water, my favorite blue.
When you dive in, I don’t know what to do.
I’m standing here; I’m what you’re seeing through.
You never see me, I am a ghost boy.
You never see me, I am a ghost boy.
You’ll never see me, I am a ghost boy.
You never see me, I am a ghost boy.
Could be gone, could be gone, I said it.
Could be gone, I said it, could be gone.
Move along, move along, I said it.
Could be gone, I said it, could belong.
Could be gone, could be gone, I said it.
Could be gone, I said it, could be gone.
You’ll never see me, I am a ghost boy.
You never see me, I am a ghost boy.
You’ll never see me, I am a ghost boy.
You never see me, I am a ghost boy.
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3. |
Adelai
04:27
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Please take me down to the ocean.
Let me go out to the sea,
and the wild, wild waves, they’ll remind me
of how our love first came to be.
Gray like the clouds in the morning,
gray like my true lover’s eyes,
gray like my words when I’m angry—
color I couldn’t disguise.
Adelai, you and I,
we can still make it right.
Don’t say goodbye, Adelai.
We will walk through the night
’til the morning is white,
taking our time through this life,
Oh Adelai.
Darling we still got our problems.
Oh sometimes I don’t know where to start,
but it sure don’t hurt to remember
how very lovely you are.
Adelai, you and I,
we can still make it right.
Don’t say goodbye, Adelai.
We will walk through the night
’til the morning is white
taking our time through this life,
Oh Adelai.
Adelai, you and I,
we can still make it right.
Don’t say goodbye, Adelai.
We will walk through the night
’til the morning is white,
taking our time through this life,
Oh Adelai.
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4. |
City Living
03:40
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City living,
it’s a good life.
I been tryna find my way.
I’ve been trying
live a good life,
try to live another day
in the city,
find a good stride.
I been tryna find my way,
been trying, have a good time.
Try to make another day.
Lift indifference with a knife.
Erode the substance, mine the strife.
Extraction is a way of life—
a dark descent of bloody tires.
City living,
it’s the good life.
I been tryna find my way.
I’ve been trying
live a good life,
try to live another day
in the city,
find a good stride.
I been tryna find my way,
been trying, have a good time.
Try to make another day.
Swift indifference, catch the knife.
Control the substance, lick the strife
like cotton candy.
City living
is the good life.
I been tryna find my way.
I’ve been trying
have a good time,
try to live another day
in the city,
find a good stride.
I been tryna find my way,
been trying, have a good time.
Try to make another day.
You desire, you desire,
you desire, you desire,
you de(sire)…
City living,
it’s the good life.
I been tryna find my way,
been trying
have a good time,
try to make another day
in the city,
find a good stride.
I been tryna find my way,
been trying, have a good time.
Try to make another day.
City living.
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5. |
Baby, My Baby
04:03
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Baby, my baby, your smile makes the morning sun rise.
Tired though you make me with each touch you bring me to life.
With eyes like your daddy, with one look you had me,
my child, you have me. You are my baby girl.
I’ll always remember the moment we called you by name.
You almost looked reverent as your path before you was laid.
I want you to know, child, that I’ll always love you the same.
I love you, you are my baby girl.
When you’re cold, tired, and lonely,
you don’t know where you are going,
know the sun will rise, and you’ll be safe and warm,
and remember, you are loved.
I wish that I could assemble an army in time
for you to go out into the chaos—this life.
I can’t protect you, but as long as I can, I will try.
You’re strong girl. I think you’ll be surprised.
When you’re cold, tired, and lonely,
you don’t know where you are going,
know the sun will rise, and you’ll be safe and warm,
and remember, please remember, you are loved.
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6. |
Boy in the Clouds
03:16
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I was born in the clouds,
would never go down
for fear it’d be much too risky.
But oh the children I see
look so much like me
except that they can go fishing or sailing.
When I see what they can do,
I feel so sad and lonely.
But if I were to go there,
do you really think I would be
safe on the ground,
safe on the ground?
Drawing faces and friends
with hands they can lend
in case I’m in need of a favor.
But gone they fade into air.
It just isn’t fair, but at least they can’t hurt me.
I’ll be fine here.
When I see what they can do,
I feel so sad and lonely.
If I were to go there,
do you really think I would be
safe on the ground,
safe on the ground?
Do you really think I would be
safe on the ground,
safe on the ground?
I was born in the clouds,
would never go down
for fear it’d be much too risky.
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Bundle up, my little darling,
put on your soft knit hat.
Your nose is sweeter than caramel,
cut from a still-warm slab.
I’ll make you slippers like pearls
but softer than newborn cloud.
Don’t fear the dirt, child, your steps
hover three inches from the ground.
As a tree all dressed for spring
dear you glow the softest green.
Makes me wonder how such
gentleness could ever come from me.
Time and again, I’m sure that I’ll bend,
but I’ll never break.
For I have an anchor, my sails, and the stars,
and the perfect mate.
I’ll teach you all the words, my daughter,
you’ll teach me to dream with all the perfect
little pieces of the puzzles you will make, and I
will be your box of safety, you, my little mirror of peace.
For when I look at you, my daughter, I become
what I had always meant to be.
I become.
You’ll become.
I become.
You’ll be coming soon.
I become.
You’ll become
my becoming,
coming soon.
Bundle up, my little darling,
put on your soft knit hat.
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8. |
Pocket Size
03:51
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Tucked in the elastic of your sweats,
cut so perfectly curled at the edges,
I’m incandescent.
Everything in view from here becomes
a little moon, my dear, reflecting golden buttons—
little buttons,
and oh, how I long to…
I will stay here, but I warn you
I’m combustible desire.
I will stay here, and I want to
if I could stay pocket size.
Daffodil explosion in my eyes,
the whole world blazes white with all the pressure—
no second guessers.
Here we are alighting from the start,
doesn’t matter where we are; I’m second guessing
my little gestures,
and oh, how we blossom!
I will stay here, but I warn you
I’m combustible desire.
I will stay here, and I want to,
mmmmmm
If you need me, find me by your side,
full combustion simply pocket sized.
Let me stay around you, spend some time
’til I effervesce, dissolving into light.
I will stay here, but I warn you
I’m combustible desire.
I will stay here, and I want to
if I could stay pocket sized.
Ooo I tried to warn you,
I’m combustible desire.
I will stay here, and I want to
if I can stay pocket size.
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9. |
Had by You
02:17
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You say you’re lucky to have me.
Maybe that’s true,
but the spell that I’m under
really makes me wonder
if I’m lucky to be had by you.
My God, your freckles are charming—
your astonishment too,
but the price of engagement
is biochemical enslavement.
Am I lucky to be had by you?
And when you talk to me you tell me
everything I wanted to hear.
Like a mirror, reflect back to me
my own exaggerated sense of ideals.
Is anything real?
I find your presence disarming,
my common sense eschewed.
Been confident here lately
you’re a confidence lady.
May be unlucky to be had by you.
And when you talk with me I’ll tell you
everything you wanted to hear—
your little mirror. I’m your masterpiece;
I simply show you how you’re wanting to feel.
Is anything real?
You say you’re lucky to have me.
I don’t doubt that’s true.
My conscience dismantled,
you mother fucking vandal.
How lucky to be had by you.
How lucky to be had by you.
How lucky to be had by you!
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10. |
Honey
02:34
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damn
in the recesses of my mind
toxic sparkle and sea shell eyes
looking past me
looking plastic
burn
vanilla incense behind my eyes
string of smoke how it curls nice
feeling last week
feeling drastic
your voice
spills in my mind
spills in my mind
a whole jar of honey
fell onto the floor
spills in my mind
spills in my mind
a whole jar of honey
fell onto the floor
hard
fill a mason jar full of ice
make my conscience apologize
didn’t ask me
didn’t happen
lost
in the reckless inside my mind
body sparkle and soaking eyes
looking past me
looking past me
your voice
spills in my mind
spills in my mind
a whole jar of honey
fell onto the floor
spills in my mind
spills in my mind
a whole jar of honey
fell onto the floor
a whole jar of honey
fell onto the floor
fell onto the floor
spilled all over the floor
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11. |
Cares
03:00
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String your pearls on a broken heart,
just a grain of sand.
It was in my nature from the very start
never to demand.
Now that the snow has melted,
wonder where I’ve come.
This is how I take my cares and lay them at your feet.
One by one I’ll leave them ’til they’re gone away from me.
Gone away.
From the water and to return
on the ground I lay.
Soft in eros I’ll never learn
what follows should I wait.
Now that the snow has melted,
see how I become.
This is how I take my cares and lay them in the sea.
One by one I’ll leave them ’til they’re gone away from me.
Gone away,
away.
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Chris Gatton Columbus, Ohio
CHRIS GATTON IS A SINGER SONGWRITER LIVING IN COLUMBUS, OHIO. His songwriting is imaginative and deep without being overly sentimental.
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