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Ghosts (studio demo)
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pop rock singer songwriter acoustic folk catchy jam
Folk rock singer/songwriter, unplugged or electric, solo or ensemble.
Hi! This is Charlie B., singer, songwriter, and guitar player for the band Freudian Press. I now play in the band The Sage Experiment. We play the Freudian Press catalog, and more! You can follow me at http://www.facebook.com/sageexperiment Freudian Press started in 1994, performing regularly for audiences in the midwest. The band has gone through a number of line-up changes over the years, and has gone from an acoustic-only band with two hand percussionists to an all-electric band with a set drummer.... all the while featuring both classic rock covers and my original songs. I am a self-taught musician, thus the reason for my playing a right-handed guitar upside-down, as a lefty. I have written and performed more than 50 original songs to date. I am also a published poet, and design and draw posters for Press shows. With a catalog of over 100 cover songs in addition to my original compositions, I'm never lacking material, and have performed in Freudian Press shows that lasted in excess of 5 hours. I am currently still writing, and recording sessions are in the works. The live songs presented on this site were all recording using a hand-held camcorder, and the studio songs were recorded in small home studios or in makeshift basement setups.
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Genre
Rock Folk Rock
Charts
Peak #116
Peak in subgenre #21
Uploaded
May 13, 2015
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MP3 4.6 MB 160 kbps 3:59
Lyrics
Father, father, so you've come back A ten year monkey on my back Send a card, it shows you care But where were you when I needed you there I know you want to see your son, I know that I'm the only one I know you say you love me so, but tonight I eat alone I pull the sheets above my head, I fall asleep and dream you're dead I fight the tears and scream in fright, to face the monsters of the night I will not believe in ghosts, I will not believe in ghosts I will not believe in...I will not believe in ghosts Daddy, daddy, went away Drunken whispers here to stay Violent breeding for violent times No such thing as peace of mind I've got nowhere left to run, this bullet strikes your only son I know you say you love me so, but tonight I eat alone I pull the sheets above my head, I've come to wish that you were dead I fight the tears and scream in fright, to face the monsters of the night I will not believe in ghosts, I will not believe in ghosts I will not believe in...I will not believe in ghosts I will not believe in ghosts, I will not believe in ghosts I will not believe in...and tonight I eat alone
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