Jeremy Dion

Jeremy Dion

 Louisville, Colorado, USA
BandFolkSinger/Songwriter

Singer songwriter Jeremy Dion puts as much energy into his guitar playing as he does his songwriting. Channeling hints of David Gray, Ryan Adams, John Mayer and Jerry Garcia, Dion is emerging as a formidable thinking-man's songwriter.

Biography

Singer songwriter Jeremy Dion puts as much energy into his guitar playing as he does his songwriting. Based in Boulder, Colorado, Dion's infectious Mile High Americana style has been likened to David Gray jamming with Ryan Adams, and John Mayer back porch picking with Jerry Garcia. A percussive guitar approach lays the foundation for insightful lyrics, often inspired by his other career as a therapist. Jeremy adds his own voice to those of his influences, creating an engaging combination of passion and presence mixed with storytelling and optimism.

Raised on a diet of Simon & Garfunkel, Crosby Stills & Nash, and John Denver, Jeremy was steeped in the soaring harmonies and technical guitar playing of the masters. Later gravitating towards rock & roll, bluegrass, and Americana, Dion developed a sound of contemporary folk and acoustic rock that is engaging and honest. With a present voice, versatile guitar skills and a spectrum of emotion, Jeremy is emerging as a formidable thinking-man's musician.

Career Highlights Include:
- Singing the National Anthem at Coors field.
- Finalist, Rocky Mountain Folks Fest Songwriting Contest
- Regional Finalist in NPR's NewSong Competition.
- Opening for Gregory Alan Isakov

Lyrics

Desperate Mama

Written By: Jeremy Dion

Round about here in the Texas sun
We say "One day at a time and don't kill anyone"
But I got a little problem and it's growing inside
Way down yonder underneath my pride

I sold that away so long ago
In the back of a truck down in El Paso
I never even learned his Christian name
But I heard him calling Jesus just the same

Now I'm in a pickle and I'm in a bad way
Can't keep the thing could never give it away
Me and that boy shoulda never been
I wanna get it done, but I know it's a sin

Desperate mama, desperate mama
Got a lot of worries not a whole lot more

I'm praying to God but I swear he's blind
Got me looking for a reason or a simple sign
Can't be living with myself now either way
It ain't what you have it's what you're giving away

Now I'm in a pickle and I'm in a bad way
Can't keep the thing could never give it away
Me and that boy shoulda never been
I wanna get it done, but I know it's a sin

Desperate mama, desperate mama
Got a lot of worries not a whole lot more

I found a way it won't hurt I'm told
Gonna meet my maker before I grow old
I love you Papa and to all my friends:
Don't you do what I done this is how it ends

I was in a pickle I was in a bad way
Couldn't keep the thing and couldn't give it away
Me and that boy shoulda never been
I had to get it done but I know it's a sin

Desperate mama, desperate mama
She don't worry 'bout a thing no more
Desperate mama, desperate mama
She don't worry 'bout a thing no more

Good As The Rain

Written By: Jeremy Dion

Good As The Rain

You wore the cold and the gray
We added colorful sound
Felt the tremble and the roll of the thunder
Your boots our sacred ground

Have a smoke and a smile
But we won't shake hands here today
All of your promises falling like stones
In the ashes of handsome pay

Oh no
No don't say you changed your mind
I've got something left here

You talk about lightning
I sing with a bow
With the wolves and the fields In the morning
We figured it frightening
I said at the time
Your words
Just as good
As the rain

You came and watered us down
Until all your words sounding fine
What could change now the stroke of a pen
On this thing
Called your dotted line

We tried to walk your way
Our fruit grew so impossibly ripe
Our rain dancing was not understood
By the man
With the stars
And the stripes

Oh no
Don't say you've changed your mind
I've got something left here

You talk about lightning
I sing with a bow
With the wolves and the fields
In the morning
We figured it frightening
I said at the time
Your words
Just as good
As the rain

Running Was Wrong

Written By: Jeremy Dion

Running Was Wrong

One said I’m gonna love you too
Never gonna let you be
Too far away from me

Oh I was gonna let you in
Places I’m afraid to go
They speak another language there

When the steamer leaves the station
Those tracks won’t be headed back home
Don’t remember the conversation
Where we said that running was wrong

We – standing on the platform now
Wonder how we end up here
Tickets headed different ways

Plans rusted like an old tin can
Label faded away
Rain in the gutter red

We can’t be together
Me I gotta get away from you
No offense

Time heals all the things they say
But this ain’t gonna go away
Looks like it’s parting time

Golden Some Day

Written By: Jeremy Dion

Golden Someday
This time baby one of us will end up down
One hits the runway one is sticking around
Lonely sleeps here too
There's no helping if the walls ain't talking to you

Yours is the girl I never quite remember her name
Mine is the child who always gets left with the blame
Slowly grew too hot to hold
Theirs was the kind that always got left in the cold

Oh tell me the lies
Tell me you'll stay
Oh I know if we try
We'll be golden someday
Golden someday

The knots we tied won't easily come undone
You just smiled and said there's only one
Hear those feet dance across the floor
Leave this table like its never been set before

Oh tell me the lies
Tell me you'll stay
Oh I know if we try
We'll be golden someday
Golden someday

Fall like a shadow gone with the flick of the light
Lead with the left and I'm left holding the right
Words come clean nothing left to say
Sheets of rain fall they wash it away

Oh tell me the lies
Tell me you'll stay
Oh I know if we try
We'll be golden someday
Golden someday

Hallelujah

Written By: Jeremy Dion

First the sound of the phone call
Ringing in my ear
Then the voice of your new widow
Telling me you’re no longer here
Split second I don’t believe I heard her
So I asked if she was sure
Then I came back to my body
And my despair was pure

The rain washed over me
I was helpless as I can be
Somebody help me

Hallelujah we sing
Hallelujia we sing
Hallelu -
Hallelujahwe sing
Hallelujah we sing
Hallelu-jah

I stood frozen at your service
And I cursed your wicked name
For I loved your sense of wild and true abandon
But it took your life the same
I belted out my song with the passion
And the fury of my grief
I could sense my tribute made you smile
And I was baptized with relief

The rain washed over me
I was helpless as I can be
Somebody help me

Hallelujah we sing
Hallelujah we sing
Hallelu -
Hallelujah we sing
Hallelujah we sing
Hallelujah