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letra de dreamescapes - anacron

[intro: anacron]
know what? i love that point between like, awake and asleep
like when you’re like falling asleep, but you’re not totally asleep
and you just have like the weirdest dreams
you know? that’s like some wild sh-t
that’s always like the best type of dreaming
i mean it’s like you know you’re dreaming but that sh-t feels real as f-ck
check it out

[verse 1: anacron]
walk in through the door, i’m in for the night
laying down ready to drift into the light
eye lids heavy, i turn to the right
then leap into that realm between up and a deep sleep
i love it here, where visions startlingly clear
swirling, curl, interconnected like colored smoke in between my ears
but i’m not quite dreaming
though it still feels real, reality is not intervening
standing in the gr-ss viewing a field from the first person
this looks like my world only a more colorful version
warmed by a breeze that made the green blades wave
patterns across the slights swelled, the landscape gave
saturn’s in the corner of the sky by the moon
while the sun smiles like a bright blazing buffoon ball of gas
all the last of my worries, scurry from my soul and up and out of my sleeves in flurries of light blue rose petals
my view resettles, i throw my head back and obtain forgetful
responsibilities drift with a flock of blue jays
my clothes dissolve but oddly my shoes stay on
i hear “perihelion” being played by sonny fortune in the distance
in a instant i’m at the edge of a cliff, next to turn tables
as a pair of bose speakers pours beats like a ladle on a dance of tribal women down below
i’m blending in to the next track
cross faders sliding slow to the right
beautifully erupting into sparks, beams of light
the vinyl spins apart at the seams
at the foot of a cliff a sea explodes with white water and foam
around the ankles of the war painted ladies
my own world has been grown inside the soil of my dome
and i would have played in it if not for the telephone

[break: anacron on phone]
h-llo? what’s up?
nah, nah, i’m just laying down and sh-t
ahhh man, you know fell asleep for a second
crazy -ss dreams, that sh-t was wild as f-ck and sh-t
so what’s up? you’re going to come through?
that’s cool with me, that’s fine
i’m just going to open the door and just come in and sh-t
yeah, yeah, i’ll talk to you, i’ll see you in a minute

[verse 2: anacron]
the dreamscape is the place we engage faces hit the pillow
to escape days rougher than brillo pads fresh out the wrapper
smothered in an ash of blue film speckled with yellow stars
mellow moods created on the dreamscape make our late nights great
hey i’m straight with the down come from a dark room and a firm futon
for subconscious travel is all i need to get my troop on

- anacron

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