Everybody Talk About Pop Musik

These Dreams Lyrics By Heart

Spare a little candle, save some light for me.
Figures up ahead moving in the trees.
White skin in linen, perfume on my wrist,
And the full moon that hangs over these dreams in the mist.

Darkness on the edge, Shadows where I stand

I search for the time on a watch with no hands

I want to see you clearly, Come closer than this
But all I remember are the dreams in the mist

CHORUS
These dreams go on when I close my eyes.
Every second of the night, I live another life.
These dreams that sleep when it’s cold outside,
Every moment I’m awake, the further I’m away.

Is it cloak and dagger, could it be Spring or Fall?
I Walk without a cut through a stained-glass wall.
Weaker in my eyesight, a candle in my grip,
And words that have no form are falling from my lips.

CHORUS
These dreams go on when I close my eyes.
Every second of the night, I live another life.
These dreams that sleep when it’s cold outside,
Every moment I’m awake, the further I’m away.

BRIDGE
There’s something out there I can’t resist.
I need to hide away from the pain.
There’s something out there I can’t resist.

The sweetest song is silence that I’ve ever heard.
Funny how your feet in dreams never touch the Earth.
In a wood full of princes, freedom is a kiss.
But the Prince hides his face from dreams in the mist.

CHORUS
These dreams go on when I close my eyes.
Every second of the night, I live another life.
These dreams that sleep when it’s cold outside,
Every moment I’m awake, the further I’m away.

Dream Dementia

What are those songs that just send you on a trip, to another planet?  They just make you feel like you’re in another time and place and your imagination runs wild.  And it can be any feeling, not good or bad, just visceral.  Like This “Is The End” by The Doors or “A Day In The Life” by the Beatles…Woke up got out of bed  ran a comb across my head…head….somebody spoke and I went into a DREAM…AHHHH.

And of course Heart, the baddest women in Rock N’ Roll, “These Dreams”
These dreams go on when I close my eyes. Every second of the night, I live another life. These dreams that sleep when it’s cold outside, Every moment I’m awake, the further I’m away…And words that have no form are falling from my lips.

Feeling Blue

And, I guess that’s why they call it the blues, time on my hands, should be time spent with you…Half of what I say is meaningless…When everyone you meet, they all seem to be asleep, and you’re wondering if your’re missing a dream…you can’t see a dream

Everybody Talk About POP MUSIK

Let’s talk about, POP Musik, this is not for the pretentious who feel The Beatles are over-rated, or for those who think Pop is selling out; we don’t judge; we just appreciate all types of music…No Debbie Downers!

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