Dreams
Kronos Quartet, Laurie Anderson
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Don't you hate it when people tell you their dreams
You know, they say things like
I had this dream
There was this man, and he was my father
No! No, no, no - wait, he was... My uncle!
And, no, no, no, wait - he was my father!
No, uh, wait, I'm not sure
And you say
Please don't tell me your dream
But they go on anyway
Yeah, I think, yeah โ it was my father
And he, and, he had this bloody severed head
And they tell you this dream
Like it was a movie you might wanna see sometime
And not something that's happening
Only in the back of their own head
You know, a while ago, I was in Germany
And I walked into a huge recording studio
And in the middle of the studio was a man
Wearing no clothes. Playing the flute
And covered with flies
And there were enormous mics all over the room
And, when I got closer
I realized the mics were all tiny microphones
Attached all over his body
And these mics picked up every little sound
So the engineers kept saying
Uh, we can hear your shirt rustling
Can you take it off?
And a few minutes later
Um, your pants are really loud
They're gonna have to go too
And, and y'know, the shoes are deafening
So he was standing there shivering and playing
And there were mics inside the flute too
That recorded his breath
As it blew through the tube
And turned into notes
And in the mix
The sounds from all the microphones
Combined into a huge symphony
And when you put headphones on
The sound was really soft... spatial
The breath rushes into one ear
And curves around the top of your skull
And chords. And harmonics
And turns around and around
And blows out the other ear
So being in your head
Is like being in a huge draughty bar
With the wind blowing through
No, it wasn't like being in a head
Filled with brains, and blood, and teeth
But something completely light, and empty
And full of wind
And music