Kurt Elling - Night Dream lyrics

Version 1 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 labyrinthine 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" Version 2, Night Dreamer 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 metaphor 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 turn styling 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 surren