Re: Dreamsongs: A Collection of Lyrical Ballads
by grindael » Sat Sep 30, 2017 11:13 am
i. spectres
I fall into the darkness
and it gives me no reprieve,
casting shadows upon paradise
as my beating heart still grieves.
While the memories that bind me
tightly wound about my sanity,
out of depths rise up like spectres
as I search through time for doors and keys.
But there are places in-between the shadows
that we stand upon: higher ground,
briefly here for the moment
then as quickly they are gone:
Overtaken by the stream of time
once felt then left in tracks of the mind,
overtaken by the shadows once more –
memories linger until we open up another door.
On this key time will slide
beyond the locks in your mind,
and as a door becomes open*
you face the shadows found inside
watching the dreamsongs pass you by.
Lost in a barren wasteland
between reality and dreams,
there are only haunted passageways:
Places that I see and have seen.
But there are places in-between the shadows
that we stand upon: higher ground,
briefly here for the moment
then as quickly they are gone:
Overtaken by the stream of time
once felt then left in tracks of the mind,
overtaken by the shadows once more –
memories linger until we open up another door.
* Again, Tangerine Dream
ii. whispering devotion
Empty eyes implore me
to believe for a while.
The offer made was tempting
but I could see past the smile.
Whispering devotion
like a dying man’s prayer,
a gift of no great value
from one who never was there.
The things you laugh about
will haunt you once again.
The bitter spell you cast,
will take you there my friend.
How many times I tried
I just can’t say,
how many times I died
each time you walked away.
One key to paradise
that I cannot forget:
That door I’m locked behind
alive, but left for dead.
Empty streets will call me:
neon nights will unfold.
Beyond the far horizons
I will walk them alone.
Whispering devotion
like a dying man’s prayer,
a gift of no great value
from one who never cared.
The things you laugh about
will haunt you once again.
The bitter spell you cast
is waiting there my friend.
You were the only one
this side of paradise,
you were the only one
who kept away the night.
How many times I tried
I just can’t say,
how many times I died
each time you walked away.
One key to paradise
that I cannot forget:
That door I’m locked behind
alive, but left for dead.
iii. bondage
Time stands still
moment by moment,
as it moves through
it’s eternal round;
while the doom
of mortal men it seems,
is to live with the chains
by which they’ve been bound.
She left me unwanted
by the roadside,
held in bitter bondage
by these feelings inside.
I don’t know how I lost it:
not sure of even what I lost.
I don’t know what the cost is,
I only know what was.
Chained here to a past
I can’t destroy: shadow-walking
in places that I can’t avoid.
Passing through changes
different, but the same –
looking for help and comfort
but feeling nothing but pain.
And I walk here
in the bright light
but shadows cover everything.
And I walk here
through the dark night
as the shadows claim
another victory.
I don’t know how I lost it:
not sure of even what I lost.
I don’t know what the cost is,
I only know what was.
iv. more than we bargained for
Taking the long road
through shadows and pain,
you’re masked in obscurity
with so much to gain.
Lost in a world that’s
turned bitter and grey,
time is a prison
and your mind is a cage.
That look of madness
I see in your eyes,
speaks volumes about
what you’re trying to hide.
Children build bridges
to heighten the view,
God watches o’er them:
allows them to choose.
Fables and fantasies
in front of their eyes,
just like the notion
that something has died.
Largely forgotten
our primordial home:
the blessings of evil
can weigh like a stone.
I see the shadows
but can’t read the signs,
waiting forever for you
to make up your mind.
Sparks of the tempest
reveal twisted paths,
shackled by freedom
but chained to the past.
Something was broken,
distorted and maimed;
the tracks of reality
were lost in the game.
Children build bridges
to heighten the view,
God watches o’er them,
allows them to choose.
Fables and fantasies
in front of their eyes,
just like the notion
that something has died.
Ignored and forgotten
our primordial home:
the blessings of evil
can weigh like a stone.
Peer through the windows
of cobwebs and time:
the fall was forever
and the price was her mind.
The reckless emotion
we all will embrace
can lock us in madness
with no chance to escape.
Carry the burden
and live with the truth,
there’s more than we bargained for
in me and you.
We rise up together
and watch those that fall,
the stirrings of madness
alive in us all.
The touch of reality
sweeps us all down the stream,
through a glass darkly
we see and are seen.
Children build bridges
to heighten the view,
God watches o’er them:
allows them to choose.
Fables and fantasies
in front of their eyes,
just like the notion
that something has died.
Largely forgotten
our primordial home:
the blessings of evil
can weigh like a stone.
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.
