The Streets - Dreams

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No idea of the time at all, I had a dream about a bicycle
Just the chain and pedals, not much detail, I recall
Choking on the Tylenol, my whole throat’s on fire
I drink as much as I can drink, I feel dire
The meaning of the dream is missing, watching TV won’t find it
The book some little shit nicked, that would have deciphered it
My mind’s stinging, sky’s chinking in, I might dip the blinds a bit
As channels change, time flicks, while I’m thinking
Sweat in every pore, clothes soaking and stewed
Then freezing cold and a shivering flu
Searing pain through to the back of my throat, sipping soup
My eyes hurt from all the tripping too
I put the covers back and swallow, swallow and feel hot
Why am I having this dream about this bicycle? What?
My mind’s trying to slip me the wisdom it’s been thinking
But my body isn’t in the spirit to listen
My dreams teach me which dreams I need to seek
Reveal the deceits I speak but keep believing
But dreams speak in speech, scream and squeak to me
Which is the reason I’m weak to see what I need
The drugs are creeping in, they’re easing the grief
Relieving the fever, only leaving a week to use
Getting easier to deal with, it’s getting easier to breathe
I could even heave weed
Do two more of these beans, three of these
I’m breathing easier and I’ve seen what the dream means
The bike in my mind, the wheels are wheeling but I can leave it be
Settle on the channel pleasing me for once on the TV
I see what I asked of, I release the laptop
I’m not so madly cold, that’s gone
Pull the covers back, chuffed I’m over that
The answer was on my lap, I read it on the Net that
Says a dream about bicycles means you’re reeling 'round in cycles
And you need to leave things behind you
And I’m not filled with questions any more
I feel much better and blanker
The answer I kept asking for was to stop requesting answers
My dreams teach me which dreams I need to seek
Reveal the deceits I speak but keep believing
But dreams speak in speech, scream and squeak to me
Which is the reason I’m weak to see what I need
My dreams teach me which dreams I need to seek
Reveal the deceits I speak but keep believing
But dreams speak in speech, scream and squeak to me
Which is the reason I’m weak to see what I need