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Oh, I'm choking, I'm choking
On the smoke from this burning house
I claw and I scrape
But I can't seem to get out
But who then, who is this
That's scratching from the ground
Oh, it's my world too
But who's gold is this I'm digging out?
Where we go, when we go
When we're dead
Is the verdict still out?
Do we get into line
To line up with those long dead now?
With the muffled tears of sorrow
Bones underground
Is this time our time?
Yes, it is
Without of with this shadow of doubt.
I don't want to wake up
Lost in the dreams of our fathers.
Oh, it's such a waste, child
To live and die for the dreams of our fathers
Though I must confess, yes
My view is a wonder about this
This love I possess, love
It must be the dreams of our fathers.
I want to go, I want to run
We turn, so sure someone's looking down
It's haunting me, haunting me
Leaves us here to get out
Though I don't believe, I don't believe
This flavor in my mouth
Is from my tongue alone
So bitter, I want to spit it out.
I repeat these words
They come out
Under the blue light in the sky
My empty pages are filling up
With these wicked lies
But I hear deep in myself
An echo, an echo
Of empty, empty emptiness
Comes up and swells inside.
I don't want to wake up
Lost in the dreams of our fathers
Oh, its such a waste, child
To live and die for the dreams of our fathers
Though I must confess, yes
My view is a wonder about this
This love I possess, love
It must be the dreams of our fathers
Rain on my head
Rain on my head
Rain on me
And then give me air
Rain on my love
Again and again
Why can't I dream you away from me?
Look here, look here
Bloated, floating
Go belly down
Belly up in the water
But who is this here that's drowned?
We followed a drunken man
He got us all spinning round
But it's like he swallowed himself
And didn't leave us a way out
I don't want to wake up
Lost in the Dreams of our Fathers
Oh, it's such a shame, child
To live and die for the Dreams of our Fathers
Though I must confess, yes
My view is a wonder about this
This love I possess, love
It must be the Dreams of our Fathers
This love I possess, love
It must be the Dreams of our Fathers
This love I possess, love
It must be the Dreams of our Fathers
This love I possess, love
It must be the love of our fathers
The dreams
The dreams
The dreams
This love I possess love
On the smoke from this burning house
I claw and I scrape
But I can't seem to get out
But who then, who is this
That's scratching from the ground
Oh, it's my world too
But who's gold is this I'm digging out?
Where we go, when we go
When we're dead
Is the verdict still out?
Do we get into line
To line up with those long dead now?
With the muffled tears of sorrow
Bones underground
Is this time our time?
Yes, it is
Without of with this shadow of doubt.
I don't want to wake up
Lost in the dreams of our fathers.
Oh, it's such a waste, child
To live and die for the dreams of our fathers
Though I must confess, yes
My view is a wonder about this
This love I possess, love
It must be the dreams of our fathers.
I want to go, I want to run
We turn, so sure someone's looking down
It's haunting me, haunting me
Leaves us here to get out
Though I don't believe, I don't believe
This flavor in my mouth
Is from my tongue alone
So bitter, I want to spit it out.
I repeat these words
They come out
Under the blue light in the sky
My empty pages are filling up
With these wicked lies
But I hear deep in myself
An echo, an echo
Of empty, empty emptiness
Comes up and swells inside.
I don't want to wake up
Lost in the dreams of our fathers
Oh, its such a waste, child
To live and die for the dreams of our fathers
Though I must confess, yes
My view is a wonder about this
This love I possess, love
It must be the dreams of our fathers
Rain on my head
Rain on my head
Rain on me
And then give me air
Rain on my love
Again and again
Why can't I dream you away from me?
Look here, look here
Bloated, floating
Go belly down
Belly up in the water
But who is this here that's drowned?
We followed a drunken man
He got us all spinning round
But it's like he swallowed himself
And didn't leave us a way out
I don't want to wake up
Lost in the Dreams of our Fathers
Oh, it's such a shame, child
To live and die for the Dreams of our Fathers
Though I must confess, yes
My view is a wonder about this
This love I possess, love
It must be the Dreams of our Fathers
This love I possess, love
It must be the Dreams of our Fathers
This love I possess, love
It must be the Dreams of our Fathers
This love I possess, love
It must be the love of our fathers
The dreams
The dreams
The dreams
This love I possess love
Lyrics submitted by Demau Senae, edited by Mellow_Harsher
Track duration: 04:42
"Dreams of Our Fathers" as written by David John Matthews, Glen Ballard
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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I'm sure that there's a lot more to read into this song than what I'm just mentioning here, but what I'm seeing is that there's a person who is going through a stage in his/her life where he/she doesn't want to be tied up by what his/her "fathers" want. He/she has all of these questions about life and how to do things, but isn't ever sureand so as life goes on perhaps he/she realizes that what his/her "fathers" wanted might not have ended up beings so bad in the first place. "This love I posses, love, it must be the dreams of our fathers."
the message is about truth over error. this will cause a sweet taste in mouth, bitter in the belly or as dave states his tastes..bitter to taste and sweet to the belly.
the message is the prophecy of God to man as Jesus Christ being Lord.
the Gold is referenced to the house burning. the house is a furnace destroying everything burnable leaving the pure metals and precious gems.
and the dreams are first heard by our fathers..abraham,moses which was the law without mercy. the dream dave is having is law plus mercy..or grace. a dream that replaces a former dream..or a dream within a dream..he hears the incomplete dream of his fathers and the taste is bitter.
and of course the echo within his heart is the love of God which is the message of Grace filling the void.
this si a religious "dream" of religious questions.
when we go, where we go, when were dead.
do we get in line, to line up with those long dead
the two dreams are will God save all and everyone gets in the same line, or does God save only a few going to heaven, with the remaining sent to another line....hell.
this time is confusing but necessary and confusing without an immediate answer. were all in the same burning house until the dream continues.
the dream is one being in this world where we find hate and love in the same burning house with hate overwelming and choking everyone.. but we must live by faith that the dream continues and changes where the love conqueres in the end.
conclusion is theres two dreams. one of the fathers fighting and the other the fathers loving. so it depends on your viewpoint which dream your perceiving.
dave says its the love he possesses must be "the dream" of our fathers.
the drunken man is the man in the pulpit.
I am not a rabid fan of DMB, but I really like the music they put no matter what. This album is pretty accessible since the songs have a more poppy feel to them, unlike Crash and Before These Crowded Streets. Those albums are masterworks in a sense of complexity and musicianship. These chords and words seem simpler to me, easier to grasp. I am glad that they've eased up a bit. Personally, DMB is the best band to come out of the 1990's. The only other band I can compare them too in terms of instrumentation and songwriting is The Tragically Hip.
Interesting though, how he says the love he has within him IS the dreams of our fathers. So maybe that's the whole point. That is, not to live a predetermined life laid out by others, but to continue and expand the love we inherit from "our fathers". Take the good, forget the rest. You know, like, in explicit terms your parents may want certain things for you, but implicitly, behind the literal words, is a desire for you to be happy. That's the real "dream of our fathers"
And, the "Everyday" album is different, but it's still got the magic. Especially lyrically; musically it has it's ups and downs but Dave still writes amazing songs here. I feel that there's a lot of good to take from this album. I used to hate it but I'm seeing it in a new light lately.