The unique pop music of Lisa Pressman blends a myriad of styles
Dream love becomes real
Words & Music by Tim Ponzek ©1989
We all have our dreams awake and asleep Some pass in the day, some are hidden down deep Some are gone in the morning; some you never forget And when I saw your face, I could swear we met
Tell Me Your Dreams, the ones in your soul That haunt you at night that you can't control Tell Me Your Dreams, don't leave out a line Maybe I'm there in your dreams You were already in mine.
The place where we met, the first thing you said Was more like a dream we remembered instead But it's the way you are smiling that made me realize I'd seen it all before when I closed my eyes
Tell Me Your Dreams
A dream that we knew, one day we would share And we both knew the feeling would be there
Lisa’s dreamy and intimate piano
Spellbinding arrangement with Lisa’s layered vocals
Words & Music by Pat Ballard ©1954
Mister Sandman bring me a dream Make him the cutest that I've ever seen Give him the word that I'm not a rover Then tell me that my lonesome nights are over
Sandman I'm so alone Don't have nobody to call my own Please turn on your magic beam Mister Sandman bring me a dream...
A starkly moving and personal portrayal of the destruction and loss caused by domestic violence, Teacher Mother Sister Daughter was created as a cry for personal healing and understanding. With words and music by Tim Ponzek, Lisa Pressman sings about the tragic realities and consequences of Domestic Violence in our world today. Lisa and Tim have produced Teacher Mother Sister Daughter with the intention to raise awareness about Domestic Violence.
Words & music by Tim Ponzek ©2001 Opus Fromus Publishing
Teacher, Mother, Sister, Daughter Betrayed by her husband By the one who said he loved her
Love, desire, is disturbed, expired Madness takes its place Wearing a familiar face
Raped, ravaged, assaulted, damaged Sorry is not enough Your sorrow is nowhere near enough
She wants what you took away She wants what you can't replace She wants what you laid your hands on She wants what you laid to waste
She wants life, living, trust, and no more hitting Wash the blood from your hands Wash it away if you can
She's hurting, crying, confused, but trying It's not her fault Tell her it's not her fault
Spouses, parents, lovers, assailants Look at the damage you've done Look at the damage you've done
Teacher, Mother, Sister, Daughter Destroyed by her husband By the one who said he loved her