Sunday, 29 March 2015

Don't dream it's over. . .

This blog post is a song request from +Shannon Vulu 

Don't dream it's over was written by Neil Finn and released by Crowded House in 1986.  This cover version is by Lolo, the stage name of Lauren Pritchard.  This cover version is interesting.  The rhythm guitar that is distinctive in the introduction of the original has been replaced by a heavy bassline and equally heavier drum accompaniment.  Lolo's introduction actually reminds me of Atomic Kitten's Whole Again.

There is freedom within, there is freedom without
Try to catch the deluge in a paper cup
There's a battle ahead, many battles are lost
But you'll never see the end of the road
While you're travelling with me

I think about a road ahead with no end in sight.  Is this what it feels like to be on the road to nowhere?  In a rocky road of a relationship, it may seem difficult to see freedom within it and freedom outside it.  Are you willing to trust someone else so implicitly even if it could be detrimental in the end to your own peace of mind?  How will you know when it's time to get off that road?  Will there be signs on the road side to entice you to stop and have a break, give you some indication that entice you to stop, to take a closer look?  Will it help you to avoid the battles to come?  If there is no end of the road because you're travelling with someone, that seems scary to me, because the logical part of my mind says there is an end to everything.

Now I'm towing the car, there's a hole in the roof
My possessions are causing me suspicion but there's no proof
In the paper today tales of war and of waste
But you turn right over to the T.V. page

When people completely ignore what's going on around them, or are oblivious to any problems that are beneath surface, of course questions will begin to surface just as quickly.  How can they not see the signs?  Why do I see things as clear as day but they can't see the wood for the trees?  How obvious should I make it?  When everything seems to be going wrong all around me, how can they not see how they have compounded the issues?  

Now I'm walking again to the beat of the drum
And I'm counting the steps to the door of your heart
Only shadows ahead barely cleaning the roof
Get to know the feeling of liberation and release 

Where there was once a hole in the roof, we now only see shadows dancing overhead.  Are we finally starting to sense feeling the freedom within that we were craving?  Does freedom, that liberation and release that we were craving only come after some pressure points have been relieved?  I think so.  But the release of the pressure points come after much of the battles have been fought.  Who wins those battles?  And is it important for there to be victors in battles?  I only think battles are worth fighting when it is clear what the battles are about.  How can I count the steps to the hearts of those who are closed from hearing the beat of their own heartbeats?  No amount of beats on a drum will pierce their ears if they are unwilling to truly listen to themselves.  So how do we fashion ears for those to hear?

Hey now, hey now
Don't dream it's over
Hey now, hey now
When the world comes in
They come, they come
To build a wall between us
We know they won't win. . . 

I hope that I never dream that things or people worth having are over.
When the world comes in and tries to do what it can, to build a wall, do we want them to build that wall?  Who benefits from that wall being built?  What if there's plot twist and in actual fact, you've been building the wall between us the entire time?  How will the world know who wins if you're the one who wants to be the sole victor?

I hope that when the world comes in, they come, they come, to build a wall between us, that you find some way to go out, to go, to go, to build your own wall, hang a mirror on it and look upon the face of the winner. . .