Reciting verse after verse of sonnets from moldy tomes
Bury yourself now in the tomb in the ground
Cover up your nakedness with transition and transform
Dust dust walking
Ashes ashes talking
You’re almost out of time
Can you fall asleep under the stars at night
Or will you waken again and again
Reaching for something you can never acquire
Peace prosperity home
Build it then
Don’t lag or lack or lap up the lies
Build it in balance
Be ruthless cutting down cutting out paring away
What damages us
This whole earth is our home
Let’s make it grand and natural and flowing
Instead of an old barn in barren field with the roof collapsed from rotten wood
Very dominant on the downbeat carrying a quarter note sequence on the guitar that makes you want to stomp your foot keeping tempo, with your head bopping. The chorus is very catchy and quite eerie. I dig it. “I understand you’ve been running from a man who goes by the name of the sandman”. It is known that the inspiration for the song comes from conversations writer Dewey Bunnell had with returning Vietnam veterans and their fear of being attacked or killed in their sleep so they relied on medication to fight the urge to sleep and meet the unavoidable, sandman.
I had trouble sleeping the first ten years of my life – recurring nightmares, traumas, fear. Then again at various times in my life under deep stress, or processing out past experiences. Being able to sleep is sometimes such a lovely miracle.
I’m concerned about how slow we are all moving in the face of real and present dangers – it’s like a dream where you can see it (the threat) but cannot move swiftly enough to avoid catastrophe, but we still have time if we move together to solve the most major issues facing our collective humanity, our collective life here on earth.