perhaps the fact that the link to the music i wanted to save in the first entry no longer works is representative of life itself, that the best laid plans often go awry and the most careful preparations can fizzle into disarry so easily in a distracted moment or when someone is trusted and they stop caring (such as the website i linked to to kick off this blog)... whatever the purpose of the blog was is clouded now, but the essence was to reach back into some ethereal space and time when music was magic and random songs and singers would communicate profound messages to me as if the words and music were written just for me... of course it may all be illusion, but what is reality anyway?...
hopefully the muses will return again someday...
Friday, March 18, 2016
Monday, February 16, 2015
prelude to a dream
as if it was a message from someone i used to be, maybe a message i left myself to remind me of me, a story in a song sung by a voice that helps me see the wonder and excitement of what is still to be...
as if it was a message from someone i used to be
perhaps something i left myself to remind me of me
a story in a song sung by a voice that makes me see
the wonder and excitement of what is still to be...
as if it was a message in a bottle with a key
that opened every door i once had closed inside of me
a story in a song sung by a voice that sets me free
the wonder and excitement of what is still to be...
the subtle difference between memory and fantasy
the subtle difference between innocence and ecstasy
the subtle difference between the possibility
and the reality
as it it was a message from someone i used to be
something that i left myself to remind me of me
a story in a song sung by a voice that makes me see
the wonder and excitement of what is still to be
could it be as magical as it seems to seem?
or is this just the prelude to a dream
i'm not asking, or so it would seem
perhaps i know already that this is...
prelude to a dream
perhaps something i left myself to remind me of me
a story in a song sung by a voice that makes me see
the wonder and excitement of what is still to be...
as if it was a message in a bottle with a key
that opened every door i once had closed inside of me
a story in a song sung by a voice that sets me free
the wonder and excitement of what is still to be...
the subtle difference between memory and fantasy
the subtle difference between innocence and ecstasy
the subtle difference between the possibility
and the reality
as it it was a message from someone i used to be
something that i left myself to remind me of me
a story in a song sung by a voice that makes me see
the wonder and excitement of what is still to be
could it be as magical as it seems to seem?
or is this just the prelude to a dream
i'm not asking, or so it would seem
perhaps i know already that this is...
prelude to a dream
Saturday, April 6, 2013
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