{"id":614,"date":"2012-03-15T15:10:03","date_gmt":"2012-03-15T15:10:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lovingthespider.net\/?page_id=614"},"modified":"2012-04-21T21:31:50","modified_gmt":"2012-04-21T21:31:50","slug":"waking-dreamer","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/lovingthespider.net\/?page_id=614","title":{"rendered":"Waking Dreamer"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Children playing out there in the snow
\ndon’t know twilight’s danger
\nthat car up on blocks might fall
\nthat slushball might hold a rock
\nthat gas bomb could all of a sudden blow
\nand the glue sniffers in that shack
\nmight be waking dreamers
\nwaking dreamers that
\ndon’t care about comin’ back
\nthey only dream about
\nbeing buried under the roof of their desires.<\/p>\n
Tryin’ to hold on to what you got,
\nput a roof over what you got left.
\nYou swallowed that river stone
\nand rock in your gut won’t spill.
\nIt’s a tumor that hurts,
\na tight-ass toxic knot,
\nand it’s the only thing that saves you
\nfrom lettin’ go of what you got.<\/p>\n
That waking dreamer dreams of white
\nand life ain’t sheet clean, crispy starched.
\nLife gets grimy, gritty, worn out grey,
\nlife gets that way when you bag it up.
\nHe’s sick of the dullness, he seeks the light.
\nHe lay down in the kind of snow that sings
\nand made himself a bird.
\nAnd just for a while his icy wings
\ncut the crust of his desires –
\nbut his gut pulls him down
\nand his white crystal roof melts in the spring.<\/p>\n
Tryin’ to hold on to what you got,
\nput a roof over what you got left.
\nYou swallowed that river stone
\nand rock in your gut won’t spill.
\nIt’s a tumor that hurts,
\na tight-ass toxic knot,
\nand it’s the only thing that saves you
\nfrom lettin’ go of what you got.<\/H3><\/p>\n