![]() The lyrics are tricky here so I’m not sure exactly what Dogbowl’s I Had a Dream of the Plague about, but the title takes us thereabouts. On the one hand you get stability, friendship, closeness, harmony and a loving future on the other you get possessed, dominated, martialled and trodden on. The Living Colour singer seems to think that marriage will be the death of him in Love Rears Its Ugly Head, and then wakes up. One man’s fantasy is another man’s nightmare. There are some people you would kill for, and some you would die for, and they all turn up in the middle of the night. The musician dreams that he can’t find his instrument, or the strings are broken, or the reed is useless, yet the band plays on regardless. The footballer dreams that he can’t find his boots while the match carries on without him. In Cam’s Burning House, the boxer dreams that his punches don’t land, they are slow like the tide at slack water. There’s claret everywhere, and he’s perfectly prepared to accept that he’s topped the lot of them – in his sleep. Basically, Eminem has woken up surrounded by mutilated bodies. One could pick a random verse and elucidate on it, but it wouldn’t sum up the entire song. It’s certainly a nightmare, but there are more words than you can shake a stick at, which isn’t a crime. The Green Manalishi was one of the last recordings he made with his band.Įminem’s 3 am is a tough one. He knew that the dog represented money, and that he had to get shot of the lucre by giving all of Fleetwood Mac’s money to charity. Peter Green, who is thankfully a still-playing survivor, was at a very low ebb when he had a perhaps LSD-induced visitation a green, long-dead dog came to him in a dream, apparently. Purely as an afterthought, Peter Hook’s bass playing on this track is up there with the very best. His suicide at 23 was the epitome of tragedy. It’s probably best not to speculate on Ian Curtis’s state of mind when he wrote the lyrics, but we have to acknowledge that this gifted young fellow was also burdened with epilepsy and depression. Now we have Joy Division with Dead Souls. Newman admits to being scared, but still insists, “You know what my name is.” Randy Newman’s Last Night I Had a Dream doesn’t sound like a construction, more like a genuine dream, with vampires and ghosts … And there’s no hint of the gender of the addressee, apart from the fact that at one point the person is lying on the ground, and nobody knows what the other’s name is. Next, a song with something compelling about it.
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