Fool's Paradise from Rêverie by Silas Goodman

What's the point of sleeping
If you never dream?
They're locked away for keeping
As you try to fall asleep
I've spoken with shadows
The ones who reign at night
And stood beneath the gallows
From which my soul takes flight

*Would you tell all the people
That what they seek is unobtainable
Or would you leave them to their dreamworld
For only then would they believe /
For what I found, they wouldn't believe

And I was lost for words, could barely breath
In the night, I was blind, now I see
Soaking light through the blinds /
Blazing light through the blinds
Let my face be shown
And at once it bursts with every step that I take
With haste every move that I make
Will this light
Finally guide me home?

The painted faces on the walls
They spoke of witchcraft and poppet dolls
For they couldn’t reconcile what they had seen

I seek no thoughts nor reason
Like rivers winding weep
And drift beneath the water
As dreamers counting sheep
The shadowlands be shaken
As mother Moon departs
And on her shores awaken
Of seas beyond our charts*

January 2013-August 2015

• Acoustic
• folk
• singer-songwriter
• soundtrack
• Montreal