A song at once about weariness and world-weariness. One for all of you who have been told that losing sleep is nothing to lose sleep over.
lyrics
Oh, you kid, I could kidnap a nap, I could
Snatch forty winks, take a fleeting snooze
A thief to steal his next second of dreamtime
For there’s no waking moment left to lose
To live with eyes wide open leaves me weary
As rings across my cheeks further crept
For though my dreams are soft, but many
Not one of them was born from when I slept
I dream I might become a sleptomaniac
And steal the very sand from 'neath the eyes
Of Mister Sandman as he sows the seedlings
Of slumber in his somnolent disguise
I dream I may one night become the dreamer
And build a world of nonsense to despise
A curse to see the day with sober vision
And go ungentle to the world of night
To play the king and rule non-fiction
Where up is never down, and right is right
To never confuse fantasy with hist’ry
Secrets long forgotten, ever kept
For though my dreams are cloaked in myst’ry
Not one of them was born from when I slept
I dream I might become a sleptomaniac
And steal the very sand from 'neath the eyes
Of Mister Sandman as he sows the seedlings
Of slumber in his captivating lies
I dream I may one night become the weaver
Of worlds you’ll spend your precious life to lose
As Mister Sandman, I would sow you needlings
Throughout this dreamland you could never choose
I think I have become a sleptomaniac
That steals the very sand as it is swept
So my eyes brim with blood and not with tears,
Too dry from habit to have ever wept
For though my dreams are many as my fears
Not one of them was born from when I slept
Not one of them a dreamtime I’d accept,
And none of them a dreamland I’d protect
credits
from Twentytwentysomething,
released October 14, 2021
Written for February Album Writing Month 2020
Lyrics by Stephen Wort and Brian MacLean
Music written on 2020-02-05 by B. MacL.
Recording:
Recorded and mixed at The Dinning Room by the Moon Raccoon from 2021-06-01 to -09-22.
TDR resides in North Simcoe-Muskoka, the traditional territory of the Anishnaabeg, specifically Ojibway/Chippewa peoples, covered by Lake Simcoe Treaty 16 (1815) and the J. Collins land purchase.
To play on guitar:
Capo 2
Verses Em Fmaj7 Dm / Am Dm Em Fmaj7 Am (2x)
1st Chorus Dm Am Dm Am / G F Dm E / Dm Am E Am
2nd Chorus Dm Am Dm Am / G F Dm Am / Dm Am Dm Am / G F E Am
Bridge Fmaj7 G6 (3x) Am
3rd Chorus Dm Am Dm Am / G F E Am / Dm Am E Am / E Am E Am
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