“Oh, Alina!”

You wake up every day 
And think how this work must’ve cursed your name 
It’s a shame 
And then you look outside 
And think 
If the sky could cry for you now 
This whole world would drown 

Oh, Alina! 
All that you can think of 
Is all that we ever see 
You “wear your heart on your sleeve”
Do you even know what it means?

And when you step outside 
Make it look like you just cried 
You don’t wanna make a scene 
But you want to be seen 
You say that you’re ok 
Make sure you still sound grey 
You don’t want to be convincing 
Keep em thinking 

Oh, Alina! 
All that you can think of 
Is all that we ever see 
You “wear your heart on your sleeve”
Do you even know what it means to
Break a heart? or to cling to 
A love that has parted?
Or to feel blue?
No one even knows the real you 

~ripping and shredding~

Oh, Alina! 
Ohhhhh
Oh, Alina! 
Ohhhhh
Oh, Alina!
Ohhhhh 
(Alina! Alina!) 
Oh, Alina!
Ohhhhh 
(Alina! Alina! Alina! Alina! Alina!)

Drums, Bass, Keys, Guitars, Vocals by Brady Dallas Jones

"Oh Alina!" is an Indie rock song, influenced by the Arctic Monkeys, Derek and the Dominoes and Bruce Springsteen written by Brady Dallas Jones in early 2021 and produced originally that year. This, the second version is distinct in its shorter solo section and added vamp/outro.

"Oh, Alina!" // V.2 5.5.22

Taken & edited from Champagne Charlie & the Wah Wah's living room concert.

All Things Must Pass

My Little Town

I was a cowboy 
Holster at my hip 
Locked & loaded 
Orange at the tip 
My revolver hung ready 
Folks reeled at the sound 
Of my boots and spurs chiming 
Through my little town 

A driveway for main street 
Campground for town 
Treehouse for jail 
Yet not a soul is around 
For my fingers at the trigger 
And folks reeled at the sound 
Of my boots and spurs chiming 
Through my little town 

News had come early 
I’s well prepared 
Outlaws were riding 
And I’s to be scared 
Said I’s a dead man walkin 
If they saw me round 
Yet my boots and spurs chimed bravely on
Through my little town 

Outlaws up ahead 
Stood tall dark and mean 
I stood all alone 
They stood all of three 
Outnumbered, out gunned 
But i never backed down 
My boots dug into the dirt 
defending My little town 

My fingers twinkled at my side 
Tumbleweeds rolled, vultures circled the sky 
Was a calm in the air 
Til three shots sound
Then boots and spurs chimed on
Thru my little town 
My boots and spurs chimed on 
Thru my little town 
My boots and spurs chimed on 
Thru my little town

My Little Town

this is a poorly drwam cigarette and a poorly made and not thought out demo

cigarette dashboard idea

Windmills 

The windmills of this mind 
They turn 
These crusty, tear-stained eyes 
They burn 
Blinking through the tears 
Thinking though the years 
All the memories that we had 

This lonesome house tonight 
it yearns
for the love you brought inside 
to return 
Now your pictures in a frame 
That we speak to, our words in vain 
As you shine a burnt orange glow

Windmills DEMO

i wanna go party  FINAL

DINOSAUR.MP3

Lyrics: 

Lucy lives by the water 
She always wanted a daughter 
And to settle down 
With a kind hearted man
In a nice little town 
She don’t dare wish for more 
She knows it ain’t much 
What good is it to dream a dream you never can touch 

Bruce he loves the sox 
Watches every game as he passes through the days 
He’s looking for a change 
But what’s a man to do 
If he was never taught to love 
What good is it to dream a dream you never can touch 

Lonely nights in a barroom 
“How long til we learn to know how much to drink” 
Lucy says, “Bruce, I like the way you think” 
They head home together 
Though they don’t like each other much but 
What good is it to dream a dream you never can touch 

They make it to the couch at Bruce’s place 
Lucy studies every wrinkle on his face
In the background, highlights from the game play 
She know all their broken souls have to offer is a crutch but
What good is it to dream a dream you never can touch 

Few years burning down the road 
Bruce and Lucy are starting to grow old
They live together but feel alone 
Lucy never thought her house would feel like a hutch but 
What good is it to dream a dream you never can touch 

Bruce he sits on the porch 
Taking a break from finishing the chores 
That keep him from getting too bored 
Inside he hears Lucy start to cry
He turns in his chair and asks her why 
She goes upstairs and says nothin more 
Bruce stands, he finishes the chores 

Lucy lays on her side of the bed
Pillows wet, her eyes are red 
She wonders if she should feel guilty for wanting more 
That pretty daughter and a house on the shore 
She pinches herself so she won’t fall asleep 
When she falls asleep she starts to dream
And she dreams too much 
What good is it to dream a dream you never can touch

A Dream You Never Can Touch

Moon river, wider than a mile
I'm crossing you in style some day
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker
Wherever you're goin', I'm goin' your way
Two drifters, off to see the world
There's such a lot of world to see
We're after the same rainbow's end, waitin' 'round the bend
My huckleberry friend, moon river, and me

Brady Dallas Jones

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