Soon I'll be posting FREE FULL LENGTH TRACKS from Dream of Flight . . . why?
- Because you are my fan and I love you!!!
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Soon I'll be posting FREE FULL LENGTH TRACKS from Dream of Flight . . . why?
FREE guitar music and tab PDF available at www.queeniemusic.com/freestuff.html
Lyrics:
I used to write about them in a diary
Like I could keep them in a jar
World of permanent rain clothed in mystery
Always keeps me in the dark
I can't reason though I've tried
Make up stories, make up lies
They just pull me back again
They will say that they're your friends
But I cry "Don't touch me" when they come
I fight night after night to control them
I reason that my mind will find a way to stop them
But I lie awake because I don't
Want to fall asleep
Sleep will let them find me
If it is not too deep
They will soon remind me
I am scared but I can't run
They know that I am the one
Sees them, knows them, writes them down
There is no way to shut them out
But I cry "Don't touch me" when they come
I fight night after night to control them
I reason that my mind will find a way to stop them
But I lie awake because I don't
Want to fall asleep
If you are still reading, bless your dear heart. This song was written about my experiences with sleep paralysis and nightmares. I wondered: were the myriad things I saw real creatures trying to escape another dimension, or just terrors created in my mind?
Original song about the irony of feeling alone and sorry for yourself, because if you are alive & human it seems like each of our fates to feel that way.
Video tutorial and free sheet music is now online for this song at Queeniemusic.com.
Lyrics
Nowhere to hide
from the outside world
From the chaos
creeping closer to the door
My world's inside a hidden ocean
The fantasy
that always wants for more
Live in the past
When the world was magic
Things must have been so different
Way back then
Society is crass, pathetic, tragic
It's a sticky film,
a whim of hollow men
I am alone and I want for nothing
Clinging to my island
in my secret archipelago
Go ahead, say something,
I will not hear you
Buried in the sand of
Flights of fancy
you will never know
I write book after book
of depressing poetry
As I raise my eyes
to the pressboard sky
Verse after verse, line after line
Florific words under
flourescent light
I am a kingdom unto myself
I am a crab safe within its shell
I am out of touch, a prisoner
confined to the blind sides
of a padded cell
I refuse to believe that
I can be anything
but misunderstood
even if I wake up from this dream
Someday I'll live in my perfect vision
It's deep in my blood
Ripping the illusion from its seams