8.04.2003

 

[fm dreamz]

given how tired i [always!] am, its surprising that my brain can still find the time to dream nowadays. and strangely enough there's a recurring motif; ive dreamt of it at least twice that i can remember - well you know how it is, you always dream much more than you can remember.

anyway it involves this pile on a low table to the left of the table in my room.. i keep dreaming that theres this huge pile of stuff on it and im trying to clear it and somewhere at the bottom i find a pad of blue rgs foolscap (is it even blue coloured?) and im really puzzled as to why its there (in the dream). and i ostensibly set off to write a letter on it.. but that's my conscious conjecture of what i do next. in truth that very spot is taken up by my audio equipment.. including my beloved radio-discman which forms the centre of entertainment in my room. which incidentally is gradually playing second fiddle to my 5.1 speakers and portable radio-stereo in the study..

but i digress. i have absolutely no idea why this keeps coming back.. should go off and read some Freud or something.

Beth Orton - Paris Train

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Now you're sitting on a Paris train
Laughin' at your own jokes again
Sun splits the trees into beautiful broken light
Never cry more tears than you could hold in your hands
When all the world's airbrushed
It's a sacred bond of trust

Sometimes
Sometimes
I see right through the scenery
The first place that's on my mind
The last place I find each time

Sometimes
I swim beyond the scenery
The last place that's on my mind
The first place I find each time

Now I'm sitting on a Paris train
Molten ash falls like rain
Fire burns the trees
It's a beautiful fatality
I love the way you stand your ground
Sea moves as mercury
To break its perfect skin
To dare to die from within

Sometimes
Sometimes
I see much more than's good for me
The first thing that's on my mind
The last place I look each time

Sometimes
I slip inside imagery
And the last thing that's on my mind's
The first thing I'll do each time
Each time
Each time

Stars racing to burn out
Just stars racing to burn out
A storm beginning to break
Trees standing black against the sky
This was inevitable
This was inevitable

Sometimes
Sometimes
We can see beyond our history
The last place you hope to find
The one that's been there all the time

Sometimes
Sometimes
We can swim beyond the scenery
The first place that's on your mind
The first place you'd find each time
Each time
Each time
Each time
Each time

Stars racing to burn out
The storm beginning to break
This was inevitable
This was inevitable
Inevitable

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