Thursday, February 23, 2006
To dream or not to dream
I have to post these lyrics today. One, because I was just singing them in the car and realized they're somehow relevant to life right now.
Two, because when you have a really vivid dream about someone, you might be in their dream, too. You know those kinds of dreams, where you awaken with a palpable sense of happiness, or deep sorrow, because it was so real?
As Dylan sang: I'll let you be in my dream, if I can be in yours. . . :)
Fitting, then, that this is the bookend to the other lyrics I posted, Wicked Little Town (Tommy Gnosis Version). This is Hedwig's version:
Wicked Little Town (Hedwig Version)
You know, the sun is in your eyes
And hurricanes and rains
and black and cloudy skies
You're running up and down that hill
You turn it on and off at will
There's nothing here to thrill
or bring you down
And if you've got no other choice
You know you can follow my voice
through the dark turns and noise
of this wicked little town
Oh Lady Luck has led you here
and they're so twisted up
they'll twist you up I fear
the pious, hateful and devout
you're turning tricks til you're turned out
the wind so cold it burns
you're burning out and blowing round
And if you've got no other choice
you know you can follow my voice
through the dark turns and noise
of this wicked little town
The fates are vicious and they're cruel
You learn too late you've used two wishes
like a fool
and then you're someone you are not
and Junction City ain't the spot
remember Mrs. Lot
and when she turned around
And if you've got no other choice
You know you can follow my voice
through the dark turns and noise
of this wicked little town
You know, the sun is in your eyes
And hurricanes and rains
and black and cloudy skies
You're running up and down that hill
You turn it on and off at will
There's nothing here to thrill
or bring you down
And if you've got no other choice
You know you can follow my voice
through the dark turns and noise
of this wicked little town
Oh Lady Luck has led you here
and they're so twisted up
they'll twist you up I fear
the pious, hateful and devout
you're turning tricks til you're turned out
the wind so cold it burns
you're burning out and blowing round
And if you've got no other choice
you know you can follow my voice
through the dark turns and noise
of this wicked little town
The fates are vicious and they're cruel
You learn too late you've used two wishes
like a fool
and then you're someone you are not
and Junction City ain't the spot
remember Mrs. Lot
and when she turned around
And if you've got no other choice
You know you can follow my voice
through the dark turns and noise
of this wicked little town
Unless you're the person who was in my dream and I actually did show up in yours, these lyrics probably mean nothing.
