Some old song, written 'fore I was born
justam
Posts: 21,410
Some old song, written 'fore I was born
and I couldn't help but vibrate in sympathy
just some old aching heart song, but I had to sing along:
Could you, would you, find me?
meet me in my dream some night, won't you?
Sit on a bench that some ivy grew over
that stone, it has magic built-in
and it won't take much time
no, for the timeclock in dreams won't tick that way
it's in between the days
sometimes I dream a whole life in a night, don't you?
in the morning I'm only a few hours older but
born, grew, and died in between too
alternate world where all the stories are true
some ancients believe our daily lives are just another dream
maybe none of it is real, or maybe all of it is?!
a lifetime overnight
days and days that play on as if no time passes
maybe there's no time at all, we just imagine there is?
the aging of our bodies is the humor of some God
poor humans fighting the wear and tear of his joke
(thought it'd be funny, so He bought cheap wigs and skin costumes for the actors,
and make 'em Believe that time is passing)
ooooh, I'm falling off the subject, and I don't care!!
i don't care, I don't care, I don't
it was just a song I understood for it was all about looking for the other world
and I felt how the aching heart would sing:
Could you, would you, find me?
there's a door here to somewhere
behind this chair, under the stair?
maybe if I push frantically on a carved panel, that wood will move
and we'll be in the other place?
and I couldn't help but vibrate in sympathy
just some old aching heart song, but I had to sing along:
Could you, would you, find me?
meet me in my dream some night, won't you?
Sit on a bench that some ivy grew over
that stone, it has magic built-in
and it won't take much time
no, for the timeclock in dreams won't tick that way
it's in between the days
sometimes I dream a whole life in a night, don't you?
in the morning I'm only a few hours older but
born, grew, and died in between too
alternate world where all the stories are true
some ancients believe our daily lives are just another dream
maybe none of it is real, or maybe all of it is?!
a lifetime overnight
days and days that play on as if no time passes
maybe there's no time at all, we just imagine there is?
the aging of our bodies is the humor of some God
poor humans fighting the wear and tear of his joke
(thought it'd be funny, so He bought cheap wigs and skin costumes for the actors,
and make 'em Believe that time is passing)
ooooh, I'm falling off the subject, and I don't care!!
i don't care, I don't care, I don't
it was just a song I understood for it was all about looking for the other world
and I felt how the aching heart would sing:
Could you, would you, find me?
there's a door here to somewhere
behind this chair, under the stair?
maybe if I push frantically on a carved panel, that wood will move
and we'll be in the other place?
&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
Post edited by Unknown User on
0
Comments
it's in between the days"
love it !
beautiful writing,the whole piece is awesome !
Godfather.