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 night's untimely death of my dad
she leans over the couch where he's still lying - to kiss him
it's not that we are ghoulish, it's just that we would miss
him
so we leave him there a little while longer
and a good thing too, i guess, cause dying's 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 we're 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
when we pull the ropes that raise the road
this cloud above me suddenly explodes
into a million little lullabies that fall into my ears
and steal my attention, but they take away my fear
so when i slip off the rope and fall through the icy waves
i realize it's not jesus, it's music that saves
and the fish swim by me with faces like goats
i sink into the darkness - but still hear all the notes
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in
my recurring dream, i am saying what i feel like
to anyone i feel like and i don't care what they think of me
to any girl i feel like and i don't care if she'll sleep with me
i like what i feel like and i like who i've come to be
i'm locked into the moment, and i love with all my might
i am giving all i have, and i'm fearless of the night
i am hopeful - yeah, not holdin' on so tight
i am giving up the fight - i am giving up the fight
in my recurring dream
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