In my recurring dream we have a daughter with a boyfriend With a moustache with a taste for younger women, like our daughter And he has this little habit when he tries to make a point, he points his finger Which if it had not been eaten by a table saw when he was 23 Would really help to emphasize his point, instead we are distracted by the Sight of the missing joint and no one hears a word he says… In my recurring dream Yes, in my recurring dream I give a man a 20 dollar bill cause he likes Smokey Robinson and lives on the street, but still Will never confuse the temptations with the miracles When he walks into the grocery and hears them on the radio And Im sad hes on the street, but glad he can feel the thrill When tracks of my tears comes on and then blueberry hill So heres my 20 dollar bill…in my recurring dream Yes, in my recurring dream, this one comes too often Theres a plane filled with people with carry-on coffins and I dont know all the rules regarding karma, but I suspect that When the good outweighs the bad, Some automatic self-protect should kick in But here ygot this plane and as it starts to rise I can see the panic in every pair of eyes And silent voices calling in slow motion, trapped and falling, falling… Wake up, you sleepy head – get up, get out of bed Cheer up, the sun is straight overhead In my recurring dream, I was eleven when it started I am standing in my backyard, shooting arrows at a Target while inside the house, my mother, now remarried Since last nights untimely death of my dad She leans over the couch where hes still lying – to kiss Him its not that we are ghoulish, its just that we would Miss him so we leave him there a little while longer And a good thing too, I guess, cause dyings made him Stronger and three days later he gets up to watch the News and the news is often bad, and the news is often sad And I know a lot of us are happier when were sad Wake up, you sleepy head – get up, get out of bed Cheer up, the sun is straight overhead In my recurring dream, I am working with my brother We are drawbridge operators and cannot see each Other as we pull the ropes that raise the road This cloud above me it suddenly explodes Into a million little lullabies that fall into my ears They steal my attention, but they take away my fear So when I slip off the rope and fall through the icy waves I realize its not Jesus, its music that saves And the fish swim by me with faces like goats I sink into the darkness – but I still hear all the notes In my recurring dream, I am saying what I feel like To anyone I feel like and I dont care what they think of me To any girl I feel like and I dont care if shell sleep with me I like what I feel like and I like who Ive come to be And Im all locked into the moment, and I love with all my might and I’m giving all I have, and Im fearless of the night I am hopeful now – yeah, not holdin on so tight I am giving up the fight – I am giving up the fight In my recurring dream
Posted on: Wed, 31 Dec 2014 02:39:35 +0000
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