Fever Dream (Dreamworld Suite)

Listen to Fever Dream by Richard Charles Stevens (Dreamworld Suite)

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When I was a little boy
I dreamed a little dream
Neither sleeping or awake
But some place in-between
Did not tell a single soul
For few would have believed
The kind of sights my widened eyes had seen
.
Twas the age of innocence
Of industry and keen
Life was an adventure then
And principally believed
Every time the lights were dimmed
Would venture to the stream
To lounge beneath the oldest wisest tree
.
Had I been less bold then untold tales would still be so
Had I been a few years older
I would not have known
Magic in these sprawling roots
The truth within each knot
Knew it all back then you see
Years later had forgotten
.
All I saw were rotten apples
Leaves without a home
Fallen branches
Dear departed memories outgrown
Life was cruel
I guess in kind
Less inclined to show the kind of sights my widened eyes once cared to show
Everything felt just so need to know
Seemingly to tease the seasoned pro
.
Stepped within the hollow of the tree and there remained
Patiently awaited while my sorrows then accumulated
Ruminating fates of those to soon be snatched away
For theirs pre-dated even nature’s way
.
Dusted stylus scoring vinyl
Death made every breath seem final
Had to dream my little dream
For each tear shed then bled revival
Weathered roots commenced to thrive
Widened eyes undressed of bind
Life was cruel
I guess in kind
Yet wasn’t fooling me
.
(Run some way more tasteful fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
.
When I was a little boy
I dreamed a little dream
Neither sleeping or awake
But some place in-between
Did not tell a single soul
For few would have believed
The kind of sights my widened eyes had seen
(Fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
.
When I was a little boy
I dreamed a little dream
Neither sleeping or awake
But some place in-between
Did not tell a single soul
For few would have believed
The kind of sights my widened eyes had seen
.
The kind of sights my widened eyes had seen
(Fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
The kind of sights my widened eyes had seen
(Fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
The kind of sights my widened eyes had seen
(Fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
.
Gazing on favourably
Saving on the vague unease
Once claimed as registration fees
Replaced by recreation needs
Breaking free to shake the tree
Before the old me rakes the leaves
With native faith persuading me
To make my peace and take a leap
To where the air is some way cleaner
Ne’er too late to play daydreamer
Stay the pace and be the one
To run some way more tasteful fever
(Fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
Run some way more tasteful fever
(Fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
.
Had I not been teetering from very end of tether
Then I would never likely have endeavoured through the never to the late September dream I felt entitled hell for leather to repeat
(Fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
A little dream
The kind of sights so rarely seen
Yet verily believed
(Fever)
(Fever)
Neither sleeping or awake
But some place in-between
Neither sleeping or awake
But some place in-between
.
Every time the lights are dimmed
I feverishly venture to the stream
To lounge beneath the oldest wisest tree
And prize the most delighting sight my widened eyes have ever dreamed
(Fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
.
Seen advantageously
Feel no disgrace to be
It is my place to be
Here in
Fever dream
.
Seen advantageously
Feel no disgrace to be
It is my place to be
Here in
Fever dream
.
(Fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
Here in
Fever dream
(Fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
Here in
Fever dream
Here in
Fever dream
(Fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
.
When I was a little boy
I dreamed a little dream
(Fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
Neither sleeping or awake
But some place in-between
(Fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
Did not tell a single soul
For few would have believed
(Fever)
(Fever)
(Fever)
The kind of sights my widened eyes had seen
.
When I was a little boy
I dreamed a little dream
Neither sleeping or awake
But some place in-between
Did not tell a single soul
For few would have believed
The kind of sights my widened eyes had seen
.
Seen advantageously
Feel no disgrace to be
It is my place to be
Here in
Fever dream
.
Seen advantageously
Feel no disgrace to be
It is my place to be
Here in
Fever dream
.

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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