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I turned the page in the paper.
I read the headline twice through.
I let out a long languid sigh.
Turned my eyes up to the light.
Called to the something or the nothing up in the blue.
I want a sweet shot of transcendence.
A deep gulp of oblivion.
I’m not asking too much lord
just the earth moon and stars lord
and the universe
Only an end to all the sadness in everything
Oh, take me away. take me away.
To that wild winter wonderland.
Where the snow falls gently on the plain.
I know my life’s been a doddle.
It’s been one great big juicy mince pie.
A Christmas pudding with extra brandy butter
and little icing reindeer on the sides.
Oh it’s been nothing but sweetness and light.
And only a fool could ever want more.
But I want more baby and I’m a fool.
It’s been long since established. It’s a fact.
It’s just as sure as my heart will crack
at the horrors on the mainstream evening news.
Take me away. take me away.
To that wild winter wonderland.
Where even the reindeer sing oh holy night.
Sometimes I think I’m stood dead still on one spot.
Other times I think I’m almost there but I’m not.
Oh yes that Wild Winter Wonderland, I can smell it in the air,
Almost there, but just out of my reach.
I want a ceasefire in Palestine.
I want Putin on his knees.
I want CO2 emissions halved, reverse all those climate graphs, calm my nerves, so I get some fucking sleep.
I want full rights for all my queer friends. And my non-queer friends. I want the alt-right accountable for its lies. I want to be present in the moment. Be ready to pass on when the moment comes, see things clearly and not be afraid to die…
Oh, take me away. take me away.
To that wild winter wonderland.
Where the north start shines is light down on all of god’s holy children.
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The Wildest of Dreams
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When rules don’t exist.
When concrete it turns to mist.
When pigs they fly and land up on the moon.
Impossible scenes.
But if you squint and you daydream.
Maybe black is white. And maybe I can be with you.
I believe. I believe.
In the wildest of dreams.
I’ve made wishes on bedknobs and brooms
But deep down low
The truth I know
Is this dream can’t come true…
In some alternate plan.
In some snow covered wonderland.
Theres a house and a fire and a girl and a guy in a room.
And he’s kissing her hair.
Legs locked on a kitchen chair.
And through the fogged up glass, it looks like me and you.
I believe, I believe
In the wildest of dreams..
I’ve seen deserts grow roses in bloom
But the truth it aches.
And my heart it breaks.
Cause this dream can’t come true.
Oh but I want you. I want you. I want you.
Or am I just drifting and dreamy?
Indistinct and inbetweeny?
And threadbare stitched at the seams?
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Jack DeValera Dublin, Ireland
DIY songs made with love in West Dublin.
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