Series of Dreams Lyrics

Performed by Bob Dylan

I was thinking of a series of dreams
Where nothing comes up to the top.
Everything stays down where it's wounded
And comes to a permanent stop.
Wasn't thinking of anything specific,
Like in a dream, when someone wakes up and screams.
Nothing truly very scientific,
Just thinking of a series of dreams.

Thinking of a series of dream,
Where the middle and the bottom drop out,
And you walkin' out of the darkness,
And into the shadows of doubt,
Wasn't going to any get troubled
You believe in it's whatever it seemed
Nothing to heavy to buzz the bubble

Thinking of a series of dreams
Where the time and the tempo drag,
And there's no exit in any direction
'Cept the one that you can't see with your eyes.
Wasn't making any great connections,
Wasn't falling for any intricate schemes.
Nothing that would pass inspection,
Just thinking of a series of dreams.

Dreams where the umbrella is folded,
And into the path you are hurled,
And the cards are no good that you're holding
Unless they're from another world.

In one, the surface was frozen.
In another, I witnessed a crime.
In one, I was running, and in another
All I seemed to be doing was climb
Wasn't looking for any special assistance,
Not going to any great extremes.
I'd already gone the distance,
Just thinking of a series of dreams.

Dreams where the umbrella is folded,
And into the path you are hurled,
And the cards are no good that you're holding
Unless they're from another world.

I'd already gone the distance,
Just thinking of a series of dreams.
Just thinking of a series of dreams.
Just thinking of a series of dreams.

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C'est Manifique. ludo | Reviewer: Anonymous | 4/30/11

This is beautiful, straight talking, pure, almost devoid of symbolism, cept for folded umbrella,
states how we create our dreams, out of dreams, be skeptical of cynics, don't be a crouchy old determinist, how do you want things to go today?

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A Masterful outpouring | Reviewer: Anonymous | 3/2/10

Pure poetry and achingily worldly biblical in the greatest respect.full of bluster,self retrospect,both internally and weaving a musical echoey web of ambient lyrical genius.told by the man with the finest of brush strokes ;)

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