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this is our third song. warren wrote the words and can explain the story a bit better but for the most part it is about dreaming and wishing and being thankfull
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Lyrics
THE GRAND DELUSION
Moonlight
shining slivery through the trees
Bright eyes
pouring molten golden love for me
Falling
between the spaces of patterned sheets
Gasping
and grasping for things beyond my reach
Then the alarm goes off
The day starts to cough
Looking
for a way to make it through another day
Searching
for words that add up to something to say
Surfing
through internet sites for exotic destinations
Convincing
myself all I need is another vacation
Then the telephone rings
Another order comes in
I pick myself up
and I plug myself back in
Spinning
taking this planet for another ride
Grinning
another cosmic joke to be taken in stride
Winning
another battle as the war callously grinds on
Waiting
The endless anticipation wearing me down
Wishing
I glimpse the lost paradise somehow I’ve never found
If you’re not there to hear me cry
do I even make a sound?
Everything is an illusion
in the Grand Delusion
If you’re not there to hear me cry
Do I ever really make a sound?
If you’re not there to see me fly
Do I ever really leave the ground?
Moonlight
shining slivery through the trees
Bright eyes
pouring molten golden love for me
Falling
between the spaces of patterned sheets
Gasping
and grasping for things beyond my reach
Then the alarm goes off
The day starts to cough
Looking
for a way to make it through another day
Searching
for words that add up to something to say
Surfing
through internet sites for exotic destinations
Convincing
myself all I need is another vacation
Then the telephone rings
Another order comes in
I pick myself up
and I plug myself back in
Spinning
taking this planet for another ride
Grinning
another cosmic joke to be taken in stride
Winning
another battle as the war callously grinds on
Waiting
The endless anticipation wearing me down
Wishing
I glimpse the lost paradise somehow I’ve never found
If you’re not there to hear me cry
do I even make a sound?
Everything is an illusion
in the Grand Delusion
If you’re not there to hear me cry
Do I ever really make a sound?
If you’re not there to see me fly
Do I ever really leave the ground?
Tom Atwood
of dreaming, wishing and being thankful. I like the spirit of this delightful song. I am not sure I completely 'get' some of the unusual background harmonies - almost sounds like chipmunks or children in places? (I was listening on cheap headphones.) But I enjoyed the overall feel of this, especially the ending. Excellent.
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