paco de renaldo's dream Lyrics

It was a dream I had

This room was in the middle of a sandy plain 
The walls were gone but the doors and windows remained 
At the side of the bed were soft cushions 

Two-dimensional ships like ocean liners sailed across this desert 
As they passed, their huge bulks disappearing into a thin line 
These ships were always full of people facing windows 
And sometimes find their problems seem like day's work 
Following deep tracks, the boats kept passing by 

Came to an unmanned sort of harbour 
Stood on the sand in no water 
And watch like the boat's tail lowered its doors 
And one by one the ships descended to the sand 
And sailed off in different directions across the desert 
The carrier was then refilled with ships arriving in perfect time 

 

I watched seven or eight of these drop-offs 
And realised the process, the ships and the people within them never differed 
I thought about following any of these ships to the end of their journey 
But suspected I would end up back here 
Or a place so similar that I wouldn't be able to tell the difference 

 

I can't sleep in this bed anymore 
It's like a padded cell 
The sheets are too tight 
[ ? ] 
A man of your success 
I'm tired of it 

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Walked over to the window 
Climbed on the window-ledge 
And jumped out 
I wasn't scared 
I know I can fly 

A quiff, a whiff of smoke, an empty egg 

Roses north (I don't know how long we'd been waiting) 
A front room (Endless hours, weeks, years even) 
Lino, yellow formica (We didn't know) 
Lots of milky tea (Only onward, forward, inward, in, over a field) (I don't want to do this) 
Unmatched to match the unmatched plates (The sun sets in the west) (I really really really don't want to do this) 
Straight-backed chairs (This is where we started each night) (You made me do it) 
Steamy glass-pane window (We could only travel at night) (Bang bang bang on the door) 
Warped door, Embassy No. 6 ashtray (We would conceal ourselves in the missing light `till darkness fell) (I awoke, ran downstairs) 
Chewy chop (Nobody knew where we were) (A letter dropped to the floor) 
Toasted cob, mustard (Where we were going) (I bent, reached) 
Crinkly-cut chips, bendy fork (A vague sense of direction) (Swung open) 
Polyester, pink gingham (Cracked my head) 
(Nothing told us where we were) (Unconscious fell) 
(We always somehow managed to keep a straight line) (I awoke, the dog) 
Licking my dick