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Dear Mr. Fantasy play us a tune
Something to make us all happy
Do anything, take us out of this gloom
Sing a song, play guitar, make it snappy
You are the one who can make us all laugh
But doing that you break out in tears
Please don't be sad if it was a straight mind you had
We wouldn't have known you all these years
Dear Mr. Fantasy play us a tune
Something to make us all happy
Do anything, take us out of this gloom
Sing a song, play guitar, make it snappy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Dear Mr. Fantasy play us a tune
Something to make us all happy
Do anything, take us out of this gloom
Sing a song, play guitar, make it snappy
You are the one who can make us all laugh
But doing that you break out in tears
Please don't be sad if it was a straight mind you had
We wouldn't have known you all these years, hee think about it
Something to make us all happy
Do anything, take us out of this gloom
Sing a song, play guitar, make it snappy
You are the one who can make us all laugh
But doing that you break out in tears
Please don't be sad if it was a straight mind you had
We wouldn't have known you all these years
Dear Mr. Fantasy play us a tune
Something to make us all happy
Do anything, take us out of this gloom
Sing a song, play guitar, make it snappy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Dear Mr. Fantasy play us a tune
Something to make us all happy
Do anything, take us out of this gloom
Sing a song, play guitar, make it snappy
You are the one who can make us all laugh
But doing that you break out in tears
Please don't be sad if it was a straight mind you had
We wouldn't have known you all these years, hee think about it
Lyrics submitted by killingFloor
Dear Mr. Fantasy Lyrics as written by Chris Wood Steve Winwood
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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it is obvious what this song means. everyone knows a person who plays music or sings or acts humorous constantly to make everyone else feel better. the only problem with that is people want it all the time, they want more and they want it on command, in doing that this person gets sad and starts to cry because the people he trusted now use him as a tool to escape reality. So his life consists of pleasing others but hardly pleasing himself. so the person without the straight mind is not happy with his life role and yet because he doesn't think the way normal society does, he is constantly being liked by people for the mere fact he can make them feel better.
@lyricist101 You sir, are a fucking genius. So insightful. So brilliant. <br /> LOL.
@lyricist101 Very great explanation.\r\n\r\nDo you think that there is an aspect of Mr. Fantasy\'s relationship with society that is hurtful to him because of his own success? In other words, he got into the business of pleasing other people because he thought it would make him happy. But as he continues to please others, he gets more and more detached from his own goals and dreams?
@lyricist101<br /> <br /> I’ll let Jim Capaldi tell you about the creation of the song:<br /> <br /> “It was the summer of 1967, and we were all living in this<br /> cottage in Berkshire. We were one of the first English bands to live<br /> together like that. We thought we’d try it and see if anything came of<br /> it. I remember the day very clearly: A bunch of friends came over early<br /> in the day and we had quite a party. It was sunny and the corn was<br /> coming up nicely around the cottage, and we were quite enjoying<br /> ourselves if you know what I mean. As things finally wound down in the<br /> evening, I was sitting around just doodling, as I would often do,<br /> drawing this character. It was this little fellow with a spiked sun<br /> hat. He was holding some puppeteer’s strings, and the puppet hands on<br /> the end of the strings were playing a guitar. Under that, I just<br /> scribbled some words: ‘Dear Mr. Fantasy,’ play us a tune,<br /> something to make us all happy’ and on a bit. It was nice, but I didn’t<br /> think much of it; certainly, it wasn’t intended to be a song.