In My Recurring Dream by Kenny White Lyrics
In my recurring dream we have a daughter with a boyfriend
With a moustache with a taste for younger women, like our daughter
And he has this little habit when he tries to make a point, points his finger
Which if it had not been eaten by a table saw when he was 23
Would really help to emphasize his point, instead we are distracted by the
Sight of the missing joint and no one hears a word he says…
In my recurring dream
In my recurring dream i give a man a 20 dollar bill
'cause he likes smokey robinson and lives on the street, but still
Will never confuse the temptations with the miracles
When he walks into the grocery and hears them on the radio
And i'm sad he's on the street, but glad he can feel the thrill
When "tracks of my tears" comes on and then "blueberry hill"
So here's my 20 dollar bill…in my recurring dream
In my recurring dream, and this one comes too often
There's a plane filled with people with carry-on coffins and
I don't know all the rules regarding karma, but i suspect that
When the good outweighs the bad
Some automatic self-protect should kick in
But here y'got this plane and as it starts to rise
I can see the panic in every pair of eyes and the
Silent voices calling in slow motion, trapped and falling, falling…
Wake up, you sleepy head – get up, get out of bed
Cheer up, the sun is overhead
In my recurring dream, i was eleven when it started
I am standing in my backyard, shooting arrows at a
Target
While inside the house, my mother, now remarried
Since
Last night's untimely death of my dad
She leans over the couch where he's still lying – to kiss
Him
It's not that we are ghoulish, it's just that we would
Miss him
So we leave him there a little while longer
And a good thing too, i guess, cause dying's made him
Stronger and three days later he gets up to watch the
News
And the news is often bad, and the news is often sad
And i know a lot of us are happier when we're sad
Wake up, you sleepy head – get up, get out of bed
Cheer up, the sun is straight overhead
In my recurring dream, i am working with my brother
We are drawbridge operators and cannot see each
Other
When we pull the ropes that raise the road
This cloud above me suddenly explodes
Into a million little lullabies that fall into my ears
And steal my attention, but they take away my fear
So when i slip off the rope and fall through the icy waves
I realize it's not jesus, it's music that saves
And the fish swim by me with faces like goats
I sink into the darkness – but still hear all the notes
In my recurring dream, i am saying what i feel like
To anyone i feel like and i don't care what they think of me
To any girl i feel like and i don't care if she'll sleep with me
I like what i feel like and i like who i've come to be
I'm locked into the moment, and i love with all my might
I am giving all i have, and i'm fearless of the night
I am hopeful – yeah, not holdin' on so tight
I am giving up the fight – i am giving up the fight
In my recurring dream
Shawn pelton…drums
Paul ossola…bass
Duke levine…electric guitar
Kenny white…piano, organ
With a moustache with a taste for younger women, like our daughter
And he has this little habit when he tries to make a point, points his finger
Which if it had not been eaten by a table saw when he was 23
Would really help to emphasize his point, instead we are distracted by the
Sight of the missing joint and no one hears a word he says…
In my recurring dream
In my recurring dream i give a man a 20 dollar bill
'cause he likes smokey robinson and lives on the street, but still
Will never confuse the temptations with the miracles
When he walks into the grocery and hears them on the radio
And i'm sad he's on the street, but glad he can feel the thrill
When "tracks of my tears" comes on and then "blueberry hill"
So here's my 20 dollar bill…in my recurring dream
In my recurring dream, and this one comes too often
There's a plane filled with people with carry-on coffins and
I don't know all the rules regarding karma, but i suspect that
When the good outweighs the bad
Some automatic self-protect should kick in
But here y'got this plane and as it starts to rise
I can see the panic in every pair of eyes and the
Silent voices calling in slow motion, trapped and falling, falling…
Wake up, you sleepy head – get up, get out of bed
Cheer up, the sun is overhead
In my recurring dream, i was eleven when it started
I am standing in my backyard, shooting arrows at a
Target
While inside the house, my mother, now remarried
Since
Last night's untimely death of my dad
She leans over the couch where he's still lying – to kiss
Him
It's not that we are ghoulish, it's just that we would
Miss him
So we leave him there a little while longer
And a good thing too, i guess, cause dying's made him
Stronger and three days later he gets up to watch the
News
And the news is often bad, and the news is often sad
And i know a lot of us are happier when we're sad
Wake up, you sleepy head – get up, get out of bed
Cheer up, the sun is straight overhead
In my recurring dream, i am working with my brother
We are drawbridge operators and cannot see each
Other
When we pull the ropes that raise the road
This cloud above me suddenly explodes
Into a million little lullabies that fall into my ears
And steal my attention, but they take away my fear
So when i slip off the rope and fall through the icy waves
I realize it's not jesus, it's music that saves
And the fish swim by me with faces like goats
I sink into the darkness – but still hear all the notes
In my recurring dream, i am saying what i feel like
To anyone i feel like and i don't care what they think of me
To any girl i feel like and i don't care if she'll sleep with me
I like what i feel like and i like who i've come to be
I'm locked into the moment, and i love with all my might
I am giving all i have, and i'm fearless of the night
I am hopeful – yeah, not holdin' on so tight
I am giving up the fight – i am giving up the fight
In my recurring dream
Shawn pelton…drums
Paul ossola…bass
Duke levine…electric guitar
Kenny white…piano, organ