Song Of Your Dreams Songtext
von Turner Cody

When once you dreamed, the streets and mountains leaned against your eyes
And you did see them as yourself turned out from what did team inside you
The stream that carried you so swiftly through that granite wall of dreams
You drank from like an infant, and it filled you in the instant
And some kind of law of instinct did propel you, so it seemed
And in that realm, your thoughts and senses you were fixed between
And you did not believe
You did not need to be believed when once you dreamed

And it was not for this that it did be before your mettle
′Cause your elbow was just resting, and you wore no kind of armor
You were thinking of the pirates who were docking in the harbor
You were farming for the elements that were sprouting in the pasture

When once you dreamed, you needed not to leer or faces read
Where concealed, no hidden feeling was of you or your esteem
You did not wheel, you did not dare, you did not deal for the dollar
Like a sullen passerby without a saddle or a lover
Or a ladder to the altitudes of prayer
Where the water is not swimming like the semen
And the weevil's like the river of your squalor


Here now dropped, and the gun′s gone off
And you're hoofing, but your lopsided lope is chopped
And your looks are not of your age
And your locks are frayed

And your hopes do stray from your heart
To dance and to dart by the old graveyard
On the hill, where the swell of the wind is still
In the air, and it hangs like the drape on a frame
Whose lace is waning and whose crack is strange
Like a bell whose ball is wasted away
Whose toll won't tell the remains of the day

And your face betrays your answer in the motion of your glances
In the final, lonely moments of mercy in the manger
When the dangerous man is tallying his chances
And rallying his captains who are carrying his lances
To take the virgin field and the throng advances
And it hurts me because I feel that the song he chants is
Wrong because it cancels the words that I can′t
And I try to sing, but I can′t, and I paw
And I pant, and I rant, and I rave, and I fall
To my death in a grave of the camp in the thaw


And what muse could you attempt to use today, my lonely one?
Does your chosen motive stray? Is your courage overcome?
Are you done in by strange numbers that do redirect your palm?
Do you crumble on the inside when you stumble through the dawn?
Are you stumbling on the ramparts in the Umbridge of God?
Are you weary in your stomach? Are you lonely in your heart?
Does the numbing of your tongue leave you mumbling the tone
Of the hundreds all around you who confound you with their drone?

What muse could you attempt to use today, my lonely one?
What muse could you attempt to use today to make you whole?
What muse could you attempt to use today when there are none?
They're fleeing from the bombs, and they′re flying to the sun
They're climbing to their homes in the highest mountain haunt
Like a scattering of fishes, and a gathering of fawns
To the keys and the calls that will be in alms
And the arms of the song of your dreams

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