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Life is but a Dream
Neil LoRé - 4:38
A striking yet brooding ballad that, once again, looks at the arrogance of the human race. There are times when I'm certainly ashamed to be part of the race; this was one of those times. Some of my piano students helped out on the song's "Row, row, row your boat" ending. This juxtaposition of youthful innocence, represented by the children singing, with the bitter lyrics of the song is poignant, I feel.
The more I look at life, the more I turn to dreaming.
It cuts just like a knife, I always dream of leaving.
When will we all wake up to see
we live too seriously and life is but a dream?
I remember very young, spending my days just dreaming.
I never saw much joy in the faces I was seeing.
But I saw in other things, in the song of a bird that sings
A meaning there, a glimpse outside the dream.
I looked above, looked for love in heaven's fantasy.
It never shawn, I hurried on, to meet my destiny.
I in bed, dreams in my head, voices telling me I'm right,
that life is but a dream.
Now I am a man, seems now I can see through everything.
But I can't understand, the silent tears of knowing
That we may never understand,
our petty wars and greed devour us indeed.
I looked around, heard a sound,
I never thought that what I'd found
was a world of people, bound by hatred,
yes, we are blind, so unkind, so unfeeling, and maligned,
it's got to be a dream.
Now an old man he walks past, lost in time still dreaming.
He wonders on how fast, we've lost the light of morning.
Will we ever wake, or is it just too late to see
that life is but a dream?
And we have no one to blame,
progress was all in vain and meaningless, inside the dream.
Row, row, row your boat...
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