Kurt Elling - Night Dream (Live) lyrics

Lonely the roses of Avondaire / Sing as though somebody still may care They live only for the dream of living / So come follow where / They will take you there I once was apprenticed / To a man who was living In the eye if the hurricane / To know despair He knew all the dreams by heart / Just like sailing in a boat of crystal silence / Seeing visions / Of the world / of life within a life In a turning / Like a burning / Came turning / Out of everything stirring / And what had begun before But all wrapped up / In one great godly becoming - Tumbling / And fumbling / And stumbling Into bumbling / And rumbling along - Whirling it / And swirling it / And twirling it / And hurling it / And overturning it / And burning it again I shared a whirling dervish out on the side of a hill called metaphore vivace Swinging en route to a nascent solar / With the scissored visored blizzard Wizard / Gizzarding planets and secrets within / Like an avatar While meanwhile / In turnstyling / And spinning over him Spells bespeaking kingdoms in the dark Calling me to yield / Knighting me in a field / Covered with armies And with princes. All were signing / Cannons shining / Pennants flying And when he spoke to me he sang / And his words really rang - This child of the knowledge of the beauty of the night - He sang to me of masters pa**ing on / Of father after father after father Climbing up into the lotus bloom / Upon the tortoise's back And of grandfathers / Who danced through their living a longer time ago He showed me a palace in time / In which all the talismans From all the zeuses / Swing upon a pendulum of secrets In a circle that remembers / And when asked a question will surrender Every secret key to every hero's message / Given to every heart in time But only known to but a few /or so it seems When I asked of them / What shall I do / To see the god? They only said / The goldenrod / Which grows inside of Every secret dream you dream / While waiting for the god - It-s a symbol from the man in the fire Ling you the thing you desire Is a garment that covers the riddle of everything secretly wished for And of the world of which you are an inheritor Suddenly the chamber was flooded with light / Hurling me skyward like a meteorite/ When I fell to earth / I saw everything in a blur I saw that time was accelerating in a curve And the palace in which I had stood / It was flowing, like lava, on acres of Woodland Like a pompei-an mountain volcano / Making archipelago And destroying the planet / at fortissimo Bulldozing everything down / To make room for what Was a byzantine / A labarynthine / Knotty mess of Manifolding pa**ageways / A tangle of confusion / Where the walls made / An asylum of baroque Like a joke / words were spoken To provoke me / and to toss me Nude and empty / to the sea But I would have none of it I simply turned my back and walked out/ Of the dreamscape/ Into landscape / Like a bedroom / where I heard that Lonely the roses of solitaire / Sing as though somebody still may care They live only for the dream of living / So come follow where they will take You there Stay awake - no mistake - dance the dream awake - and awake."