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Re: Dreamsongs: A Collection of Lyrical Ballads
by grindael » Sat Jul 23, 2016 10:49 am
i. course of fate
Have you been there lately
and did it feel like a friend?
Will you ever get there again?
Feeling a little bit crazy
thinking about it every now and then.
And I’m sure you can relate
if you’ve been there yourself,
for to see the course of fate
can take you to the depths of hell.
Blue shadowed walls
in the reaches of my mind,
tower above the logic
reasoning hearts cannot find.
Brightwater canyons:
nameless pathways of fear,
give no sense of direction
when the future is so unclear.
Have you been there lately
and did it feel like the end,
Will you ever know beginning from end?
Feeling a little bit crazy
thinking about it every now and then.
And I’m sure you can relate
if you’ve been there yourself,
for to see the course of fate
will take you to the depths of hell.
It’s all very well
because I’ve been there myself,
And it’s all very well
because I’ve been there myself,
yeah I’ve been there myself:
Falling into the depths of hell.
Blue shadowed walls
in the reaches of my mind,
tower above the logic
reasoning hearts cannot find.
Brightwater canyons:
nameless pathways of fear,
give no sense of direction
when the future is so unclear.
ii. carry on
I’d like to know where I’m going
and if somebody has the time,
it would be so nice just knowing
that there is something left to find.
It’s a long way to heaven
but I’m afraid I’ll never find my way,
flying high in this 707
is as close as I’m gonna get today.
Got this song playing in my mind
telling me that I just can’t wait,
for that chance to make the big time
and find some immortality.
And when you feel what I’ve been saying
then you’ll know what it’s like to be me.
Carry on, carry on
I gotta carry on,
It’s all I can do.
Carry on, I gotta carry on
as I search myself for the answers
that will come along much too soon.
Carry on, carry on
I gotta carry on,
It’s all I can do.
Carry on, I gotta carry on
but I feel so lost without you.
I spent a season in hell
but only laugh at the memory,
for the pain of that addiction
was much too sweet, much too sweet.
I’ve got a drawer full of memories
and pictures hanging on the wall,
got a friend out there somewhere
that I can’t seem to find at all.
Got a friend out there somewhere
waiting on me much too long.
And the lines on the mirror
seemed to make everything all right,
still I hope that he’ll forgive me
when he knows how much I tried:
To live through all the madness
a human heart can find,
leaving the memories of that time
to try and find a little peace of mind.
And when you feel what I’ve been saying
then you’ll know what It’s like to be me.
Carry on, carry on
I gotta carry on,
It’s all I can do.
Carry on, I gotta carry on
but I feel so lost without you.
Carry on, carry on
I gotta carry on,
It’s all I can do.
Carry on, I gotta carry on
but I feel so lost without you.
I gotta carry on,
I gotta carry on.
I’d like to know where I’m going
but I can’t seem to find my way.
It would be so good just knowing
You had a reason to stay.
iii. below the surface
Time weighs heavy on the soul:
remembered acts of careless
submerged in tide-pools of the heart
that sometimes climb to the surface.
Swimming below the waterlines:
undertows of emotion,
that find a way to briefly rise
before sinking into deeper oceans.
Like Eddies and ripples
driven by the tides,
below the surface
they flow and glide.
Brought near light
from darkling depths:
roused at times from
where they have slept.
The ebb and flow of
changing time:
creating another waterline.
Time is an anchor to my mind:
passing through the consciousness,
surging like a wave to the shoreline
as it swells to the surface.
Those ripples in the waterways:
the currents of strong emotions,
that dance upon this stormy sea
far greater than any ocean.
Like Eddies and ripples
driven by the tides,
below the surface
they flow and glide.
Brought near light
from darkling depths:
roused at times from
where they had slept.
The ebb and flow of
changing time:
creating another waterline…
iv. used up
Did you ever want to die
for love?
Well, I did once.
And it took a little time,
a little time to realize
That there wasn’t too much
worth dying for.
You only get
so much emotion,
and you’ve got
to be careful
not to use it all up.
Putting that ‘ol heart
in motion,
just to drink from
a bitter cup.
You can get so used up.
Did you ever want to die
for love?
Well, I did once.
And it took a little time,
a little time to realize
That there isn’t too much
worth dying for.
You only get
so much emotion,
and you’ve got
to be careful
not to use it all up.
Putting that ‘ol heart
in motion,
just to drink from
a bitter cup.
You can get so used up.
v. worn away
Born as a man
(a most noble disguise,)
it seemeth to me
the fool has grown wise.
Worn away
in the name
of charity.
Grown weary of
makeshift philosophies
composed by grasping
human minds,
of which we all
have been consigned.
We know in part
and the rest we dream,
this is our anthem
and our requiem.
Dreamsongs
of the immortal mind,
revealed to all
who seek to find.
But I know not the causes
of what we tentatively call:
the REM’s of our
unconscious nightfall.
Born as a man
(a most noble disguise),
it seemeth to me
the fool has grown wise.
Worn away
in the name
of charity.
Grown weary of
makeshift philosophies;
composed by grasping
finite minds,
to which it seems we
have all been consigned.
vi. get used to being used
Girl she's only seventeen
caught in a trap, caught in-between.
First love, so sweet:
she can’t think and she can’t eat.
He took away her innocence
leaving her nothing but pain,
Now she's got nothing (can’t face her friends)
living with that ball and chain.
If you’re a little bit lost
or a little bit confused,
better get used to it baby:
get used to being used.
If you’re a little bit scared
or a little bit blue,
better get used to it baby:
get used to being used.
Better get used to it...
Girl she's barely holdin’ on
caught in a trap, been there too long.
First love, so strong:
she can’t go back, can’t go on.
He took away tomorrow’s promise
leaving her nothing but pain,
now she's got no hope (no place to rest)
living with that ball and chain.
If you’re a little bit lost
or a little bit confused,
take it from me honey:
get used to being used.
If you’re a little bit lonely
or a little bit blue,
don’t ever give in baby:
cause you’re gonna get used.
Riding on a speeding train; trapped inside a revolving door;
Lost in the riddle of a quatrain; Stuck in an elevator between floors.
One focal point in a random world can change your direction:
One step where events converge may alter your perception.