Clearly this vainglorious minstrel presumed his vocal cords were installed by the gods of song themselves, for he stretches them to the heights of Heaven so as to turn them into ideal ropes for his nefarious purposes, which are none other than subjecting listeners to a sort of sexless verbal bondage and assuming they are aroused by his lyrical knots. His words are not tied as tight as he believes, however, and astute listeners will catch onto Gary Wright's shoddy construction of himself as the titular "Dreamweaver," connecting strand after weak strand of lazy lyrics together in the hopes the resulting rope/song will prove that he deserves the mystical title he has vaingloriously bestowed upon himself. It is clear upon subsequent listens that the "weaving" Wright proposes is none other than pre-bed-time masturbation, and the sticky strands that fly from Gary's buxom sex dreams are the soporific he so desperately hopes will "get [him] through the night." In the end, the only people sleeping through the night are the poor sods who gave this fraying song a listen. I would know, I've treated these individuals for somnambulism and "Dreamweaver"-induced narcolepsy. By the by, if you happen to desire treatment of any kind, stop by my office in Baltimore, MD, and make sure to mention that you found me on songmeanings.com - your consultation will be on the house!
Greetings and heartfelt salutations,
Clearly this vainglorious minstrel presumed his vocal cords were installed by the gods of song themselves, for he stretches them to the heights of Heaven so as to turn them into ideal ropes for his nefarious purposes, which are none other than subjecting listeners to a sort of sexless verbal bondage and assuming they are aroused by his lyrical knots. His words are not tied as tight as he believes, however, and astute listeners will catch onto Gary Wright's shoddy construction of himself as the titular "Dreamweaver," connecting strand after weak strand of lazy lyrics together in the hopes the resulting rope/song will prove that he deserves the mystical title he has vaingloriously bestowed upon himself. It is clear upon subsequent listens that the "weaving" Wright proposes is none other than pre-bed-time masturbation, and the sticky strands that fly from Gary's buxom sex dreams are the soporific he so desperately hopes will "get [him] through the night." In the end, the only people sleeping through the night are the poor sods who gave this fraying song a listen. I would know, I've treated these individuals for somnambulism and "Dreamweaver"-induced narcolepsy. By the by, if you happen to desire treatment of any kind, stop by my office in Baltimore, MD, and make sure to mention that you found me on songmeanings.com - your consultation will be on the house!
Cordially yours,
Dr. Chester von Schrödonger