lirik lagu allone (usa) - nightmares and dreamscapes
i’m on an over-night-mare flight on a guilt trip
hate at first hindsight, regrets the bed’s filled with
maybe night terrors are the past you regret and
dreams desires for the future
making waking life the present. (x1)
i stretch my legs as i’m drawn and quartered
when taking a long sleep walk off a pier that’s shorter
you know what they say about any port in the storm’s force
i lead my nightmares to the scorching awful waters
in order to all learn to drink more from
everything but h-ll’s kitchen sink…you’re getting warmer
cauterize my wounds with the boiling point that’s offered
burnt alive crucified on bridges or would
you rather drown in troubled tear ridden rivers roaring
i’ll climb the fire latter to the former
my filthy psyche might be guilty driving me to the source of
madness but i’m no tourist, trapped with the horrors
that k!ll-time-outs in every corner of my mind now that saunters
often feels as though its haunted
night terrorists thrive, therapists approach with caution..
it seems “dreamer” is a sordid demeanor that sure can
leave you lost and unfulfilled until you’ve filled a coffin
it’s a steep price to afford for
talking about a cheap life with paupers
waking up on the wrong side of the cardboard or
the flip side of the quarter soaring down the morbid
poisoned-wishing-well-spring-water-board-torture…
i’m on an over-night-mare flight on a guilt trip
hate at first hindsight, regrets the bed’s filled with
maybe night terrors are the past you regret and
dreams desires for the future
making waking life the present. (x2)
ain’t that pleasant? -ssess it for a second
digest the messages i’ve penned then projected in your headset
recollections are costly expensive when you regret them
and they fester in your head when you’re nestled in your bedspread
while you’re hibernating, your mind is racing
aligning great things you’re antic-p-ting
while you’re asleep cradled and lay
you’re free and able to stray from
concentrating on the labors of day so…
i stretch my legs as i chase my pipe dreams
i’ve a dream catcher that i admit shyly
“i hope it adds mitts excitedly
lending a hand if things get frightening.”
fittingly when we die indeed we get a wake i mean
why not the same treatment when things get alarming and unsightly?
i count blind sheep with the wool over my eyes pleading
to herd a nice deep night’s sleep
my lids tightly squeezed despite these
shutting out the light, it reaps
so many sights seen
i travel the world in forty winks sprightly
courtesy of my dream theater’s quite clean
cerebral cinema projector’s high beams
these abstract distractions in my mind seem
to find pieces of my goal-poster-child-hood-life-scenes
and design schemes to address all enveloping
hallucination considerations arriving
that i’ve harbored to float homages and boats
in my prophesea-world-view-finder’s-fee
escape in my l.s.d. esque escapades that provide themes to inspire me
if tim burton weirdly traveled in time to meet
tim leary you might see clearly the styling and theories
colliding in my hallucinatory hi jinx
superficial stories’ implied things
symbolic future image imploring bindings
dreams conscious products of my mental gear’s running parts
fulfillment accomplished cardiac comp-sses’ pumping heart
maybe night terrors are the past you regretted
dreams desires for the future
making waking life the present
in a canvas-sleeping-bag i proceed to paint dream scapes
in my r.e.m.brandt sleep. i concede to create lovely art of the ugly dark
20,000 leagues placed under the sheets i wait
for their seams to make a streaming cape or lead the way
as i sail on my water bed in my dream boat cutty sark with snuggy parts
following mental mirages of magellan charts and crafted maps
so i’m gonna pack bags under my eyes when i hit that satin sack
i’m a sheep herder you can count on that fact
i dream of leading at least one of these nine lives benignly in cat naps…
dreams conscious products of my mental gear’s running parts
fulfillment accomplished cardiac comp-sses’ pumping heart
maybe night terrors are the past you regretted
dreams desires for the future
making waking life the present
i’m on an over-night-mare flight on a guilt trip
hate at first hindsight, regrets the bed’s filled with
maybe night terrors are the past you regret and
dreams desires for the future
making waking life the present
dreams conscious products of my mental gear’s running parts
fulfillment accomplished cardiac comp-sses’ pumping heart
maybe night terrors are the past you regretted
dreams desires for the future
making waking life the present
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