Poughkeepsier

from Cosmic Dread Country by Chris Kiehne

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Weren’t I haunted?
Weren’t I one to adore?
Weren’t my blues the most genuine blues in the world?
Black shirt, black jeans, long dirty black curls...
Baby, wasn’t I haunted?
Weren’t I one to adore?
Jesus.
All that I wanted was to be adored.

Weren’t I righteous?
Weren’t I good with the lord?
Didn’t I show up, on Sundays, in my shin-guards, to church?
Didn’t I light the candles?
Didn’t I sing the words?
Didn’t I honestly want to hear the word?
Or was I yet a pretender, just charming my grandmother?
Head bowed, but looking at girls?
Was this dread something that I earned?

Ain’t I grown humble?
Don’t I know my own worthlessness?
I look at this town, and it just seems fucking obvious:
The long dark night’s come down,
And our only defense is stubborn defiance.
Is bold stubbornness.
Is saying the same thing until it starts to make sense.
The words have to be spoken for the words to have strength.
I will speak these same words til they catch:
Goddamnit, I’m hopeful.
Goddamnit, I’m blessed.
Goddamnit, I’m hopeful.
Goddamnit, I’m blessed.
Goddamnit, I’m hopeful.
Goddamn, ain’t I’m blessed.
Goddamn, ain’t I hopeful.
Goddamn, I’m blessed.

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from Cosmic Dread Country, released October 31, 2018

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