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I originally wrote this song for a soundtrack to a Spanish movie about Dr Jekyll and Mr Hide which was filmed in Bucharest. But after staring at my father's face for months while he languished and then recovered in ICU, and then lost his memory and struggled to find himself again, I thought about this song again in a different light.
My favorite part is the excellent solo by Entcho Todorov, a fabulous violinist who also plays on this Tango.
The song art is a detail from Jan Ternald's Confrontation.
Hope you like this track, the many layers, the musical references to things unspoken (hopefully elevating the many passing melodies and instrument choices to the level of subliminal lyrics), the storytelling aspects. I tried to juxtapose the electric piano(s) with the smoothness of the Jaco bass and acoustic guitar and piano, symbolizing the layered dreaming, layered lives. It all explodes into the violin solo section, where Entcho takes over as the complete other character, the other life. I also wanted to do another song in which I sing with my bass voice, Suzanne loves it when I sing low.
Initially I couldn't decide what genre to slot it under, but have (at least temporarily) chosen Art Rock, liking Mungo's reasonings and also wanting to place something under that label anyway. I also think Cinematic Soundtrack, Tango and Showtunes apply. Please let me know if you think something other than Art Rock is more appropriate.
Please listen in headphones, if you can. Lots of subtle things to hear, hopefully. You may also have to turn up the track slightly, since I didn't want to compress the drum too much.
This track was remastered and appears on my 2007 release, A Bit Of Light, available through CDBaby.
My favorite part is the excellent solo by Entcho Todorov, a fabulous violinist who also plays on this Tango.
The song art is a detail from Jan Ternald's Confrontation.
Hope you like this track, the many layers, the musical references to things unspoken (hopefully elevating the many passing melodies and instrument choices to the level of subliminal lyrics), the storytelling aspects. I tried to juxtapose the electric piano(s) with the smoothness of the Jaco bass and acoustic guitar and piano, symbolizing the layered dreaming, layered lives. It all explodes into the violin solo section, where Entcho takes over as the complete other character, the other life. I also wanted to do another song in which I sing with my bass voice, Suzanne loves it when I sing low.
Initially I couldn't decide what genre to slot it under, but have (at least temporarily) chosen Art Rock, liking Mungo's reasonings and also wanting to place something under that label anyway. I also think Cinematic Soundtrack, Tango and Showtunes apply. Please let me know if you think something other than Art Rock is more appropriate.
Please listen in headphones, if you can. Lots of subtle things to hear, hopefully. You may also have to turn up the track slightly, since I didn't want to compress the drum too much.
This track was remastered and appears on my 2007 release, A Bit Of Light, available through CDBaby.
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Lyrics
I have dreamed
dreamed I
I was another
I have dreamed
and I reached out past another’s sleeping
and there before me was another’s life
oh
and all the dreams still locked in another’s eyes
how many lives
how many deaths
how many truths
and wickedness
can I hold in another’s hands?
oh
I have dreamed
I have dreamed
I was ten thousand men
alive in ten thousands worlds
held in another’s
another’s hands
in another’s hands
in another’s hands
I have dreamed
dreamed I
I was another
I have dreamed
and I reached out past another’s sleeping
and there before me was another’s life
oh
and all the dreams still locked in another’s eyes
how many lives
how many deaths
how many truths
and wickedness
can I hold in another’s hands?
oh
I have dreamed
I have dreamed
I was ten thousand men
alive in ten thousands worlds
held in another’s
another’s hands
in another’s hands
in another’s hands
I have dreamed
Dreams, passages, distorted mirrors, puffs of air from the lower
regions, unglued synapses. It's all there. The story of the ride gone
awry. Out of control. Spun too fast. Flung to another dimension, cast in
a new role that is lucid and frightening. Then brought back again
without apology or refund. Such is the absurdity of lives in some local
theatres. Well told, Tobin.
Evolution of a Dreamer
by RCS
After a twenty-minute nap in the car and on the boulevard,
I awoke (within the dream) and realized that reality can be
painted well if one is true to the balance of light and color.
I beheld the shimmering pixels.
I regarded the land bridge impassible and decided
to go way around the west end of the swollen, white lakes.
A horde of bicyclists made a mad dash across the impassible bridge.
Some made it, but a big man fell in the water.
In his campsite, drying himself off, the big man muttered,
"This is how I chose to spend my Sunday."
"My heart is closing," Bridget said, smiling, having just received
a very fine overcoat from a very engaging and gracious foreigner.
I shook the young man's hand. Our clasp was strong and sustained.
There was spontaneous hope and joy.
"Iodine gives me twenty minutes of protection, "the daughter said
to her mother who responded, "I should have had it so easy in my day!"
Whereupon the mother pulled off a very large piece of toenail
and tossed it onto the locker room floor.
The stuff of dreams. Providing clues to nothing, or everything.
A glimpse of heaven, where our bodies and minds are given free range.
The play areas of disembodied souls. Accidental doors to parallel
universes.
Bizarre, disconnected feelings and sense impressions.
Good for a brief laugh or a prolonged cry.