NEGATIVE SPACES
(L. Drysdale/M. Dickerson/G. Ronat)

Is the hill you stand upon so high
You can see your destiny?
You once believed you could touch your dreams
Won’t you tell us your story?

They say the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world
But the fate of nations needs a father’s touch
But maybe it’s the hand that is not there  
Maybe it’s the hand that cannot care
Maybe it’s the spirits in the air

They say a Dream, written down
Is bound to come true
So you spend your life fillin’ dream books
Wishing She would come to you
But maybe it’s the air, in the still of the night
Maybe it’s the black that defines the starry light|
Maybe it’s the dream burning bright

Negative Spaces make wonderful places
To fill with other things
Negative Spaces make wonderful places
To hide your memories

Negative Spaces make wonderful places
To fill with other things
Negative Spaces make wonderful places
To fill with dreams
 
 

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Dream Catcher
(L. Drysdale/M. Dickerson)

When you go to sleep tonight
It will be all right
If you fall,
You will learn to fly
If the shadows on the wall
Frighten you at all
Be still,
There’s no need to cry

The Dream Catcher will take care of you
It won’t let anything bad get through
The Dream Catcher will take care of you
It won’t let anything hurt you

If you wander far from home
And you’re all alone
Look up,
And you will see your guide
You’re a warrior brave and tall
With no fear at all
Traveling far,
Until you reach the morning

The Dream Catcher will take care of you
It won’t let anything bad get through
The Dream Catcher will take care of you
It won’t let anything hurt you
  

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The Romance of the Illusion
(L. Drysdale/M. Dickerson)

One will with great
Devotion muse and meditate
Until his mind
Has brought forth the dream
And with his eyes
He thinks to see
Things of substantiality
Though all is false,
And doth but seem

In fashion you may dream
But don’t believe your eyes
What you see are only shadowy lies

In fashion you may dream
But don’t believe your eyes
What you see are only shadowy lies

But this one loves chamber-play
And not the chase of dreams all day
Nor song and dance
By the wood or riverside
And when the scent of spices bears
The sense of contentment in the air
Within my arms
I’ll clasp my love

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Madness in Slumberland
(L. Drysdale/M. Dickerson)

Is this a trick of mind?
Are we here this time?
How can we know for sure,
If this is false or pure?

One more frontier to explore
One more boundary,
And one more door

What forms do our dreams take?
And do we try to understand?
Is there meaning in our nightscapes?
Or is there madness in Slumberland?

One more frontier to explore
One more boundary,
And one more door

What forms do our dreams take?
And do we try to understand?
Is there meaning in our nightscapes?
Or is there madness in slumberland?
 
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The Garden of Earthly Delights
(L. Drysdale/M. Dickerson/D. Schembre/A. Burnett/J. Brooks/R. Noles)

The Garden of Earthly Delights
You promise me heaven
But I won’t pay your price

I want to keep your soul...

You can’t keep my soul
   
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Let Me Rule Your Heart
(L. Drysdale/M. Dickerson/J. Brooks)

The last time I saw you
You were trying to survive
I wonder if you made it
I wonder if you made it alive

I used to be so trusting
I wanted to believe
The one across the table
Was trying to deceive

Let me rule your heart
I will give you everything
Let me rule your heart
I will give you everything

It’s time I make you real
A little every day
Chip away the stone and find
The marble of someday

I used to be so trusting
I wanted to believe
You’re not just a phantom
Trying to deceive

Let me rule your heart
I will give you everything
Let me rule your heart
I will give you everything

Own me
Control me
Make me your slave

Let me rule your heart
I will give you everything
Let me rule your heart
I will give you everything
 
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PAINT MY WORLD
(L. Drysdale/M. Dickerson)

I want to work today and play tomorrow
I'll take the joy and forgo the sorrow
I want to create, I want to explore
But I refuse to sleep on the floor

I want to paint my world
Rainbows everywhere
A yellow road will lead me
To the pot of gold somewhere

I've been working for so long it seems
The means to an end was the end of my dreams
So I will bear down and live for today
Because I can't afford to wait for someday

I want to paint my world
Rainbows everywhere
A yellow road will lead me
To the pot of gold

Somewhere back in time
I stored away a dream in my mind
What am I doing in this parade
What happened to the dreams I made
 
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WE INSIST (PLACE DE GREVE MIX)
©(P) (2008) Zoe Keating. (ASCAP) Used by permission. All rights reserved.

Additional material written and arranged by Burnett/Holder/Drysdale/Dickerson.

Being pulled in different directions
My greatest fear demanding its pay
Out of the mist comes Place de Grève
I feel my dreams slipping away
Slipping away…

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Goodbye MY LOVE
(M. Dickerson/L. Drysdale)

Goodbye my love
The words are fading in the sun
The Dream Book lies open on page one

Goodbye, my love
There is so much is left undone
My life remains a frame for empty spaces

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Trying to Go On
(L. Drysdale)

Trying to go on
My hands are trying now
To play another song
But my heart holds the dreams
I’ve waited for so long
Must I go down this road without you?

I look for your face
Outside my window sill
But all I see is rain
The one who stole my heart is gone
But still the pain
Can’t dim this hope that lies inside me

Days go by so slow
Turning to seasons
As I watch them come and go
The road ahead is someplace
I don't want to go
Without you

Trying to go on
My hands are trying now
To play another song
But my heart holds the dreams
I’ve waited for so long
Must I go down this road without you?
 
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9 Minutes till Midnight
(D. Burton/L. Drysdale/M. Dickerson)

How is your soul?
Is it under your control?
Or have you sold out to some other dream?
Your goal draws near
The narrow course is crystal clear
The answer’s coming plainly into view 

It’s nine minutes ‘til midnight
The world is at its end
And there will be no freedom left to spend

Redeem the day
No more nonsense, no more play
The lesson’s over, now it’s time to go
 
It’s nine minutes ‘til midnight
The world is at its end
And there will be no freedom left to spend

Our time is here
No more doubting, no more fear
Step out boldly in the atmosphere

It’s nine minutes ‘til midnight
The world is at its end
And there will be no freedom left to spend

How is your soul?
There will be no freedom...

 
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Parliament of Fools
(L. Drysdale/M. Dickerson)

Not even a memory remains
Of the man I used to be
This is no illusion,
I wake to hear
Lovely voices singing 

Come tell us your story
Come tell us your story
Come tell us your story
Come tell us your story

I see a child on a dusty road
An everyday escape from home
He’s got to find something good inside
To keep some sanity in his life
The crowd assembles,
Their voices rising

Come tell us your story
Come tell us your story
Come tell us your story
Come tell us your story

A song echoes
From the stony bridge
Through the wood
And through his life
He longs to return to that place
But demands hold sway
And the years slip away
And the bridge will not
Be crossed again today

My past awakes now from the dream
But there remains one mystery
I am in the midst of strangers here
Won't you tell me your story?

We are members of the Parliament of Fools
For we believed that
Our dreams would come. . .
Our dreams would come true 

And then I remembered
There was no freedom left
The end was near
And that's why I’m here
In the Parliament of Fools

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