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It begins with a blessing
and it ends with a curse; Making life easy, by making it worse; My mask is my Master, The trumpeter weeps, But his voice is so weak As he speaks from his sleep, saying Why, why, why, why are we sleeping! People are watching, people who stare; waiting for something that's already there. Tomorrow I'll find it , The trumpeter screams, And remembers he's hungry And drowns in his dreams, saying Why, why, why, why are we sleeping! My head is a nightclub With glasses and wine; The customers dancing Or just making time; While David is cursing The customers scream! Now everyone’s shouting, "Get out of my dreams!" ('Once I Awakened' section from 'Dr Dream) Once I awakened, my eyes filled with tears I had been sleeping for thousands of years Dreaming a life full of problems and sadness Endlessly turning in spirals of madness Where the wind blows That's where it goes It follows the song Like its dream.... singing So it begins with a blessing and it ends with a curse; Making life easy, by making it worse; Just turn to your partner and say How does it seem? He'll look at you and say Get out of my dream Why why why are we sleeping |
Kevin Ayers 1967.
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