Monthly Archives: September 2018

‘You Told Me Your Name’ or ‘I Dreamed of a Girl’

I’ve only ever seen you
In a dream of mine
Inside my mind
A lonely and buried place
That I had to hide
Like stolen time
You told me your name
And made up a lame excuse
But we both knew
When our hands first met
We felt electricity
Of me and you

You told me your name
Your hair was in curls
Blue jeans and big glasses
I dreamed of a girl

You said you’d come home with me
And I wondered how
It would go down
I’m not there alone
I can’t be who you want right now
I hadn’t found
The right words to say before
You disappeared
You were right here
Lost now in the crowd
A sea of my hopes and fears
But you were near me

You told me your name
Your hair was in curls
Blue jeans and big glasses
I dreamed of a girl

It was only a dream
What did it mean?
What could it be?
I should feel guilty
But I don’t
Because then I could hope
And I wasn’t alone
I just want you to know
That if you’re ever
In a crowd
And you can say my name
Out loud
I would come for you
Do whatever you want to do

You told me your name
Your hair was in curls
Blue jeans and big glasses
I dreamed of a girl

 

Commentary:

Yes, the song is inspired by a real dream I had, but things have changed a lot lately.  My family is back together again, so I am not alone anymore.  I can’t control what I dream about, and maybe it’s a bad thing to have a dream like that.  I don’t want to turn this into a journal entry about my relationship, though.

It is still in the early stages of rebuilding, and seems mostly like having an attractive, friendly roommate.  No harm in that, I guess.  I do worry about it, to be honest–the dream, I mean, though the marriage certainly has its own share of worries.

It isn’t the only dream of that sort I’ve been having lately, so I think there is something unfulfilled brewing inside my brain.  Hopefully it’s not a harbinger of any bad decisions.  I’m doing my best to stay to myself, so it should work out fine.

Anyway, at least in the dream state, detached from reality, the excitement of it does have an appeal.  I am human, after all.  But that’s not what love is.  From what I can tell, it mostly involves a lot of dishes, and not nearly as much sleep as I’d prefer.  Love is dishes?  Hmm.  Would be a weird song.  But thanks for reading.

Picture II

Just when the colors
Had faded away
The light has returned and
You stepped out the frame
The starlight is shining
But everything’s changed
When I look at you though
I still feel the same
I feel like your smile
Makes me feel like a child
Happy and free
I am safe for awhile
But I am not ten
As we begin again
I stand at the edge
But I cannot fall in

You’re just like a picture
I can reach out and touch
But I can’t contain you
It’s really too much
What I would give to love you
And here we are again
A new life begins
Will it last till the end?

I capture each moment
But still can’t recall
The pieces of us break on
The past as we fall
And once I’ve forgotten
You manage to remind me
That I can’t escape all
That I’ve put behind me
So are we in love
Or are you just a friend?
That’s not what we promised
I can’t understand
The deeper the love is
The deeper the pain
I’m twice as much broken
From bearing the strain

You’re just like a picture
I can reach out and touch
But I can’t contain you
It’s really too much
What I would give to love you
And here we are again
A new life begins
Will it last till the end?

I hold you
I’ve told you
I love you so much
Hold onto hope
You will notice my touch
The yearning
And burning
That churns in my soul
I’m still so afraid you
Will never be whole

It feels so unreal though
It isn’t a dream
The two of us through this
Operatic scene
But under the wonder
I still have to know
Do you feel unwanted,
That you’ll have to go?

You’re just like a picture
I can’t afford to lose
I cannot find one more copy of you
What I would give to love you
The way that you need
I haven’t given up
Will you give up on me?
What do you want me to be?