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I’m Starting to Really Hate Dreaming

I'm Starting to Really Hate Dreaming
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He woke up with sweaty sheets wrapped around him like swaddling, like the shroud on a mummy. He felt like he hadn’t been asleep at all. His stomach felt knotted and empty but the last thing on his mind was food.

Every dream was different. Every dream was the same. A thousand different stories — but always with the same ending.

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Every night he met her again for the first time. Every night it was different.

Sometimes, in a dream they’d meet on the street, he’d pass her by and turn and look as she turned to look. Sometimes at a party or in the supermarket or in a park. Once at church. Another time, she was a new hire at his work and they had a cute meet in the lunch room, right out of the kind of sappy old romantic comedy she loved.

In another dream, he met her in high school but somehow it looked like his old, half-forgotten grammar school. There was an innocence to the dream that made it just that much more heartbreaking when it ended — as each dream always did — with them parting forever… a forever that seemed to stretch, empty and as lonely as space itself to the end of time, the end of the universe.

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I’m Starting to Really Hate Dreaming

I’m
starting to really hate dreaming
I can’t stand to see the night fall
if can’t close my eyes without dreaming all night
and I’d rather not close them at all

all my dreams start out happy
we have just fallen in love
day by day it starts slipping away
by the morning, it’s all come undone

Losing you one time
baby that was hard enough
losing you (each and) every night
makes me sorry I (ever) fell in love

It’s better to have lost
than never fall in love
that’s what some loser said
I say it’s better — better not to dream
time for dreaming when I’m dead

All of my dreams start out happy
in all of my dreams you’re the one
we fall in love every night
by the morning it’s all come undone
(C)2009, TK Major

Pretend We’re in Love

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Pretend We're in Love
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This new song started in a thread in a songwriting forum I participate in.

Someone had asked about “Tricks for writing love song?” and a couple of people suggested falling in love.

Taking a more practical tack, I had written:

I was gonna say, pretend you’re in love.

When I’m in love, I can’t write. I can’t think straight. All I can do is moon around and, you know, obsess…

Er…if memory serves.

Pretend We’re in Love

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And one of the other people writing in the thread said, “[S]ounds like a great start to a love song to me!”

After thinking about it a minute, I thought, yeah… why not?

I posted the lyrics about 30 minutes later and had a link to this recording up within a little over 90 minutes.

Then, again, it ain’t exactly “Desolation Row,” either.

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Pretend We’re in Love

I was gonna say
Pretend we’re in love
I was gonna make a joke
I was going to wait for the laughter to come
but I was going to hope against hope

I was going to smile and look far away
I was going to be aloof
I was going to act like it’s all a big game
anything pretense but the truth

I was gonna say, Did you ever dream about
running away some where?
Some day you and me maybe we could dream
about running away some where…

I was going to smile and look far away
I was going to be aloof
I was going to act like it’s all a big game
anything pretense but the truth

But I just can’t pretend I don’t love you
04-01-2008 at 10:01 PM
(C)2008, TK Major

If They Could Put You in Jail for Dreaming

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If They Could Put You in Jail for Dreaming

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I wrote this song a couple weeks ago and, after posting a very rough acoustic version and getting some feedback in a songwriting forum I sometimes hang out in, I decided to try to put together a fuller, combo version.

I had posted this briefly last week but thought twice about the performance and some of the instrumentation so I pulled the post and reworked the song.

<a href="http://tkmajor.bandcamp.com/album/gone-is-gone">Gone Is Gone by TK Major</a>

If They Could Put You in Jail for Dreaming

Now, here is my confession
I’m the guilty one
I knew just what I was doing
and now look at what I’ve done

there isn’t any mystery
about just who’s to blame
the saddest little crime in history
has been added to my name

If they could put you in jail for dreaming
I’d never see the streets again
I’d be lying in my cell
telling stories to myself
and dreamin’ bout what might have been

I stole a chance for happiness
then drove it into a ditch
I stole the secrets of hate and love
then I forgot which was which

If they could put you in jail for dreaming...

I know my biggest crime
is something I did not do
it’s a shame and a sin I didn’t
follow that whim
and steal away with you

If they could put you in jail for dreaming…

2007/10/18 TK Major
(C)2007, TK Major

Forget About the Moon, Forget About the Stars

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Forget About the Moon, Forget About the Stars

When he woke up on Easter morning she was lying next to him, on her side, her angled arm propping her head as she must have been watching him sleep.

She leaned over and kissed him, over and over, across his face until he pushed her away. She laughed, jumped up and ran out into the living room in her t-shirt and panties.

When she came back she was cradling something in her hands… a wicker basket with green cellulose strips coming out over the edges and a small collection of Easter eggs, chocolates, and a few whimsical toys — including a small, palm-sized rubber duck wearing a sailor hat. It wheezed asthmatically when he squeezed it.

It was too much.

She’d been laying this tender trap for a while now, he knew, and he’d been watching it with a certain detachment.

But now he could feel himself falling, helplessly.

And it was OK. It was good. He allowed himself to be enveloped by her warmth.

She kneeled by him on the bed, her skinny arms sticking out of her t-shirt, her hands on her bare knees, watching him. He looked in her eyes for a long time and then pulled her down toward him, holding her for a long, long time before he let his hungry mouth find hers.

That was Sunday. On Friday afternoon she called from work. They hadn’t been planning on getting together that night, but she asked if she could see him. She knew he was going to see a band he’d been working with later that night, but she said she needed to see him for a little while, anyway.

As she walked in, he knew something was wrong.

Her eyes only met his for brief moments and she walked around the room anxiously before she finally sat down. He sat across from her, at an angle, a few feet away.

She was silent for a very long time. He could see she was crying.

Finally she blurted, “I’m so confused…”

And all he could think, deep down, as the darkness started spreading through him, all he could think was… You’re so confused? You’re confused?

Over her shoulder, sitting on the corner of his desk, he could see the little rubber duck, its sailor cap jauntily to one side — as it always would be…

Forget About the Moon

official version – produced by Reggie Ashley
<a href="http://tkmajor.bandcamp.com/album/gone-is-gone">Gone Is Gone by TK Major</a>

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[songwriter demo w/ backing instruments]