Friday, February 5, 2010
Dream Song: Two Roads
Actually the following is a song that I wrote based on a dream. I wrote this when I was a senior in high school. According to the notes I wrote at the time, I composed this song between October 19, 1968 and January 20, 1969. The style is inspired by Bob Dylan and it is an up tempo song that clocks in at about three minutes, once again according to the notes I have written on the manuscript. See if you can visualize what I am talking about in the lyrics.
The Bear Woman looked at me and said "Where are you going?"
And I looked out the window and I said I didn't know.
Then she said, "What's your game, son. What is it that your doing?"
And I gazed at the road ahead and said, "Where is there to go?"
There are two roads in my life and I don't know where they're going.
My worries are many, my accomplishments are few.
My friends all show me what they've done, but I've nothing worth the showing:
My worthy deeds are yet to come, but I don't know what to do.
There's a Hole in the Ground somewhere where scientists are working,
Building a Robot to save the whole wide world,
But I know that I can do just as much as any tin man,
But I don't know what is stopping me--could it be a girl?
There are two roads that I can take but what's my destination?
When women rule the world and we men are all their slaves,
Will they let me put my brain to use--my powers of concentration--
To free all those trapped by the Rock way down within the caves?
My life is a movie. I'm part audience and actor.
The cost to get in to see is just like paying rent.
They say it isn't worth it, though the story is exciting.
The first part's understandable, but the ending makes no sense.
There are two roads that I can see, but I can't see where their ends are.
Why can't I take them both and end up where I choose?
Why must I be a watcher when I want to be an actor?
Why can't I rid myself of everything I'd like to lose?
I ate dinner on the bus that day. I saw the Leading Lady.
Old age had cast a shadow on the face where youth once shone.
I know that people must change, but why within the restrooms?
When I see things like this happening, it makes me feel so young.
There are two roads that lie ahead, but I don't know which to enter.
One of them is better, while the other's not so good.
I know I must take one of them--I'd rather take the center.
If there were a center road I'd take it if I could.
As I rode along the Road of Life in a car that had no engine,
The others that were with me troubled me with all their fun.
I saw trees uprooted by the storms into the lakes, upended.
I showed a lad two roads ahead. He showed me only one.
There are two roads before me. Many others have but one.
While others may have many more, but should I waste my time
Worrying about those other folks when I have my own decision
Between two roads that lie ahead--those roads that I call mine?
So what do you think? Poets-- give me your critiques. Story-tellers -- what about the story here? Music fans -- do I have a potential hit on my hands? I'd be interested in some honest opinions.
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