"Livin' a Dream" as written by and Toby Leaman Scott Mcmicken....
Was this a dream I had
Or is this for real?
Where did I go from here
And how did it feel?

You only get one piece of time
And one space to take up
'Cause on the day that you die
You don't have to wake up.

Nothing is quite like it seems
When you're living your life in a dream.

It's only lunchtime
Aw, but he's so tired.
And if he slips away
He will surely be fired.

So he keeps his heads in the clouds
Like it's some kind of pillow
And he blows from side to side
Like a weeping willow.

Nothing is quite like it seems
When you're living your life in a dream.
Sometimes you can't help but scream
When you wake up living a dream.

Spoken: One hundred years from now when our grandkids have all had sex, will they look back to the past and know what they've missed? Will they think we had it better than the way they have it then? Will they gaze at a strip mall where a field had once been? Will they think they're born late like the way we now do it? Or will they curse at the present and lend credence to it? Will they hear all the old songs and think they're all true and hate all their own songs and everything new? Well I'm here to tell you something that's known, from someone who's lived it from someone who's grown, the somebody who somebody once loaned a home to. The grass is always greener, the past is always cleaner, the present is crap and everyone's meaner. They say we're moving towards something but I think we're moving from something. There are some folks who are more apathetic and then there are some folks who are more money grubbin'. Well, I know there's always been greed and green acres, and war and peace makers. And then there's your takers and your leavers, your havers and your needers. And in this great froth as we skim through the batter, there's now many more of the former and less of the latter. Help us climb out of this pitfall disaster led by dynasties, charlatans, but not poetasters. Where there is a mortal disconnect spawned by gluttonous connection, where you pick your own culture without viewer discretion. Where there is no more history and nothing is learned. Where you shun all your kin and all your bridges are burned. Where you are what you buy and you're who what you own; and you think of yourself and you live all alone. You make yourself feel fine when everything's wrong. The world keeps turning but you're brittle as bone. So to all you future dreamers and lovers and leavers, to all those who know there's still something between us that binds us and reminds us of times that passed, I appreciate you listening to this one man's last gas. In spite of all the words that we can't fit to song, I'd thank you to take off your eye shades, please... sing along.

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    General Commenti'm shocked to see that no one has commented on the profoundness of the spoken section at the end of the song. it's just plain beautiful.
    seandarcyon August 30, 2011   Link
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    General Commentawesome
    Jmildon August 27, 2008   Link
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    General CommentThis song is so honest. The spoken section is so profound that when I first heard it, I thought they'd taken an excerpt from a famous speech or something. It's so true, though, the decline in society. It vaguely reminds me of the book Fahrenheit 451.
    skamusic4on June 21, 2012   Link

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