Dreamland

by Collapsing Opposites

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released October 23, 2015

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Track Name: Castles
Build your castle from the ground,
made of stone and bone so safe and sound.
Erect it there inside your head
with the deepest of moats around your bed.
Hide your keys or throw them away
because you’re not coming out today.
The wisest man cannot be heard;
we know he’s wise because he won’t say a word.
Towers strong and ramparts tough,
archers ready and drawbridge up.
When those outsiders ask, “what’s new?,”
you’ll say “nothing much, how about you?”
Complete philosophies in your head,
but why can’t you just make them said?
Yeah, you’ve got castles on the brain,
I saw them leak through in your art again.

Where do secrets meet their end?
You’re building your own tomb instead.
But, I found a crack inside your wall,
and I hacked the password to your computer.
I caught you babbling to yourself.
You didn’t know I was near. You didn’t think of my ears.
I heard the words you thought no one could hear.
I swear they were audible, honest, they were audible.
And I snuck a looky inside your mind.
I took a picture, just once, I took a picture and
I read the thoughts you didn’t plan to have on your tombstone.
Did you mean to leave them there so conspicuously?
I found the spare key to your door.
I found your body on the couch.

Your secret will be safe with me.
Your castle will be preserved for everyone who wants to see.
Track Name: Time to Sleep
Time to sleep. Time to dream.
Time to think about everything you’ve seen
from the morning time ‘til the evening time
and every little moment in between.
Your body’s still working. Your heart is still beating.
What’s in your mind’s a mystery.
Your lungs are still breathing. Your eyes are still blinking.
Each new thing you learn is a feat.
You’re a seed. You’re a being.
You’ve got your own identity.
Not my masterpiece. Not my property.
And you’ll do whatever you please.
I’ll try to help find the tools to find what you love
and help your community.
I’ll keep you living each morning and evening
and give you the time to succeed.

Time to sleep. Time to dream,
as you’re leaning back in your chair.
You’ve lost all energy on your epic journey
to walk from your bed over there.
Your lungs are still breathing. Your heart is still beating.
Your mind has gone – I don’t know where.
Well, you’re eighty years older than the kid on my shoulder
but there are some things that you share:
fruit puree, plainest taste,
you throw your dislikes on the floor,
eyes are drawn to the sun
or the light shining under the door,
you might say a word or two – no one really has a clue
if it’s babbling or if there’s meaning.
Well, memory is fleeting, but there’s an amnesis,
a texture, a smell, or a feeling.
Track Name: Seven Secret Dreams
What could you possibly have to dream about, little one?
Because there is nothing in the world that you have done.
Maybe the way the breezes felt mixed with the sun,
or maybe the day the milk tasted sweeter than mom.
I wonder…

Feel the texture with your fingers. Scratch it with your nails.
A hidden message left for you and known by no one else.
Does it remind you of the time you slept out by the sea?
A secret love? A wondrous life you’ve left to history.
I wonder…

As you hang your head down low, I wonder what’s inside:
a puzzle or a movie or a locomotive ride?
I heard the words, I swear I heard, but didn’t hear them right.
Where’d you find this gift of speech or was it just the time?
I wonder…

What on earth would you have become if you had lived your life?
A farmer or an astronaut? A husband or a wife?
No one knows that you were here, a moment gone so fast.
A dream we try not to forget. Potential couldn’t last,
but still we wonder…

I saw you take a heavy swing with your forearm in the air.
I saw you silently mouth the words, “well I don’t fucking care.”
Were you thinking of a scene you saw on TV?
Or was it some traumatic thing you witnessed on the street?
I wonder…

What thinkers thoughts have you concocted in that big ‘ole brain?
Have your hypotheses been blocked by feeling love and pain?
A mind, a body or two bodies, closeness I can’t share.
Those blank white walls, those cool sunglasses, I can only stare and say,
“I wonder…”

Did you dream of anything special on that fateful night?
And what were you thinking when you turned out the light?
Did you believe that it would be just another dawn?
Or did you know somewhere in there that your time had come?
I wonder…
Track Name: Summary
If I could be a summary, then the album would be done.
Not the weirdest or greatest song. Not the number one.
Put it in the middle with the same name as the album.
That way all you critics know, this song is the one.

Dreamland…

If I could be your masterpiece, your art career would take off.
Visit all the best galleries. You would be a star
if you did it my way. I’d love to interview you.
I’d coach you on all the questions. Your answers would be so good.
If you had only kept living for a half a million more years,
I would’ve gotten around to it. Eventually I’d have been yours.

Dreamland…

What do you write on a tombstone?
Thirty-one words for thirty-one years.
How can you summarize a lifetime
in one sentence, dear?

Dreamland…
Track Name: Everybody's Trying
Everybody’s sleeping!
Everybody’s sleeping!
Everybody’s sleeping
all night long!

Everybody’s singing!
Everybody’s singing!
Everybody’s singing
all night long!

Everybody’s trying!
Everybody’s trying!
Everybody’s trying
all night long!

Everybody’s dreaming!
Everybody’s dreaming!
Everybody’s dreaming
all night long!
Track Name: Here / Gone / Gone / Here
Once you were here but now you’re gone.
Once you were gone but now you’re here.
Once you were here but now you’re gone.
Once you were gone but now you’re here.

Purple frigid skin.
Flies crawling around.
Eyes sunken in.
Still and silent so I know you’re gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone.

Once you were here but now you’re gone.
Once you were here but now you’re gone.
Once you were here but now you’re gone.
Once you were here but now you’re gone.

Pink wrinkled skin.
Shriveled up face.
Fontanelles sunken in.
Screaming for the first time so we know you are okay. “Okay!”

Once you were gone but now you’re here.
Once you were gone but now you’re here.
Once you were gone but now you’re here.
Once you were gone but now you’re here.

Once you were here but now you’re gone.
Once you were gone but now you’re here.
Once you were here but now you’re gone.
Once you were gone but now you’re here.

Hey, that was a pretty nice dream.
You turned your blue eyes green.
Hey, that as a pretty weird dream.
No one knows just what you’ve seen.
Hey, that was a pretty nice dream.
You turned your black eyes brown.
Hey, that as a pretty weird dream.
No one knows just what you’ve found.

I wrote the meanest song about you. I wrote the sweetest song for you,
it was time to sleep and time to dream.
I wrote the sweetest song for you. I wrote the meanest song about you,
why can’t you identify as anything?

I wrote the sweetest song about you.
Once you were gone but now you’re here.
Track Name: Those Same Conservatives
Those same conservatives who used to look at us and call us all freaks
look at us now and smile, “what a happy family.”
But little do they know, I’m still mine! I’m still mine! I’m still mine! I’m still mine!
I’m still mine, and I am still a freak!

Those same conservatives who used to look at us and call us all geeks
look at us now and frown, “I liked it better when you were in bed,” but now we’re uptown building coalitions, signing those petitions,
building socialism, winning the election.
We’re still freaks! We’re still freaks! We’re still freaks! We’re still freaks, and I’m still mine! I’m still mine! I’m still mine! I’m still mine, and I am still a freak!

Your scorched earth policy (generational war).
Leave nothing behind you, don’t let the door…
Hey thanks for everything, we can take it from here,
because we’re adults now and it’s our duty because it’s ours!
The world is ours! The world is ours! The world is ours! The world is ours!
The world is ours in all its freaky glory!
Track Name: Cops Get Local Music in 2097
I am one hundred seventeen years of age.
I’ve had a lot of time to learn from my mistakes.
I never read the laws ‘til I went away.
I never wrote the laws until today.

That’s when a cop came up to me…

And, you know, I really like to drink lots of beer.
And, you know, I really like to have all my friends near.
I’m glad those age restrictions ended today.
I’m glad that all my friends can hear my band play.

The cop said, “hey, can I see your ID?”
and I said, “no,” because that’s my privacy.

The hardest thing about getting older is realizing that everyone in power
are so much younger than you. What the hell do they know?
Like the Minister in Charge of Energy and Mines –
I was doing that job when you were just a glimmer in your parent’s eye.

The cop said, “okay, how about an autograph,
because I like I music and I think I really like your band?”
Well I said, “maybe you’d like to buy our new CD?”
The cop said, “I’ll take three for my children and me!”
Track Name: Lullaby for Vancouver
We don’t have to live underground,
don’t have to hide when the cops come around.
We can make whatever sound we like,
even if it’s quiet or loud.
There’s no second hand booze blowing out
from this bottle of beer.
You can bring your kids, I can bring my drinks,
and everybody cheers!

Good night to Vancouver.
Sweet dreams to the tired.

People wanna sleep.
People wanna sleep, that’s a tough problem.
People wanna sleep.
People wanna sleep, that’s a tough problem.
Powerful people wanna creep on us.
Powerful people wanna creep, well that’s an easy
problem.
People wanna sleep. Power wants to creep.

Good night to Vancouver.
Sweet dreams to the tired.
A lullaby for Vancouver.
A lullaby for the tired.

Sing your song all night long.
Sing your song all night long.
Sing your song at city hall and
sing your song at the house party.
Sing your song in the election booth and
sing your song in the papers too.
Sing your song all night long.
Gonna sing your song all night long.
Track Name: Multitasking
Multitasking while multitasking, there’s more that you could do:
send some important messages while you’re in the bathroom.
Plug into the hive mind up in its cloud.
Borg Nation is calling you, you can’t resist us now.

Start some laundry!
Write a song!
Do the dishes!
Fix the zoning bylaws!

I’m here with my body and partly with my mind.
Smart phone hidden under the table ‘cuz I can’t afford to waste any time.
There are only so many moments, just a couple million more.
How much could I have read while walking to the store?

Exercise!
Take out the recycling and the trash!
Put away the laundry!
Alphabetize your records and your books!
Clean your shoes!
Charge your batteries!
Call a friend up!
Update your profile picture!
Read a book!
Join a protest!
Update your computer!
Water the plants!
Make a dentist appointment!
Clean the litter box!
Tweet the Prime Minister!
Check your bank statement!
Make the bed!
Pay your bills!
Organize your closet!
Sweep the floor!
Floss your teeth!
Read your twitter!
Update your website!
Do your taxes!
Take your vitamins!

New dimensions in space: simultaneous places for your face.
There’s not a moment to waste. You have got to be in more than one place.
New dimensions in time: simultaneous duties for your mind.
Never falling behind. The mind’s evolving to comprehend two lines.
Track Name: Build It Up, Tear It Down
You build it up and tear it down.
You build it up and knock it down.
You’re feeling safe behind your stone wall,
but stone is also in a cannon ball.
Well, castles rise and then fall down.
Stone empires crumble to the ground.
What goes up soon must fall.
You build it up. You drop the ball.
Well, cities grow where culture thrives.
Those fuckers wanna help ‘em gentrify.
The costs go up and people leave.
Empty homes/houses. Security.
The fuckers die and it’s a slum.
Prices drop. New artists come.
Trees were cut and land was paved.
One, two, skip a few, and nature takes it back again.

The sun will rise. The sun will set.
The moon it goes in circles around your bed.
A star is born and then it’s gone.
The galaxies have got it going on.
The biggest bang. A bigger bounce.
There’s a pattern here and that’s what counts.
Summer comes and then it’s fall.
Twenty year old fashions for the ball.
The tide rolls in and then it’s gone.
Starfish trapped up on your lawn.
Good will come for those who wait.
Get the fish, don’t take the bait.
Read a book and then it’s read,
but it won’t be very long ‘til you forget.
Well this was new and now it’s old.
Developments and progress happening quicker now, or so I’m told.

You’re growing up. You come of age.
Generations rise and then they fade.
You lead a life. You do your thing,
but there are others waiting in the wings.
A lesson taught. A lesson learned.
Eighty years on a bell curve.
There were nurses then and nurses now.
Diapers then, and diapers now / well I won’t tell.
Well, you can live and you can learn.
You can end up in a little urn.
You’re growing up. You’re getting old.
A one-way street, or so we’re told,
but others say that you’ll be back.
On other topics they all come back.
Today I died, now I’m a babe.
Ninety-nine, one hundred ages, why must I do this again?
Track Name: Everybody's Dreaming
It’s nice and quiet in my soundproof castle.
I can dream without any hassle.
A fortress in the heart of the city:
I built it with my mountains of money.
I can rest or have some sweet jams.
Set aside my race, sex, and class:
no politics in my private space.
No density or need for noise complaints.

I know there’s more to it than that,
but sometimes I just wanna relax.
We’re all human and we’ve got needs.
Sometimes I don’t care who made the sheets.
Sometimes I just like to sit and dream,
write a song or watch the machine.
I know it’s just make believe.
Dreamland is my fantasy.
I know it’s just make believe.
Dreamland is my fantasy.