From the recording Squashed
One of my attempts at recreating a song I dreamed I wrote (I did write it, but it was different in the dream version).
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dreamed song. In the dream, some woman and I were writing this song together. I wrote the music, she wrote the lyrics. Upon waking, I tried to recreate it. I had to fill in a lot of blanks, though. Also, I believe that in the dream it was obvious that the lyrics were directed at God; for some reason this embarassed me, so I took out any God references.
Lyrics
And I'm pressing flowers
And I'm dressing wounds
And I'm writing letters
And I'm writing letters
And I'm pressing flowers
And I'm dressing wounds
Why have you forsaken me?
I wondered where it is we'll go
How'd you like to see with me?
I know the things we never show
And I'm writing letters
And I'm pressing daisies
And I'm dressing wounds
And I wondered if you
Even care
And I'm writing letters
And I'm pressing flowers
And I'm pressing daisies
And I'm pressing flowers
And I'm dressing wounds
And I'm writing letters
I think I have mistaken me
For something I have never been
I know you have found a place in me
Which I have never found again
And I wondered if you
Even care