IRREVERSIBLE

If you wear this silver bonnet
I will sew my heart upon it
For this bonnet makes you seem
Like someone I met in a dream, a dream

I won’t wear your silver bonnet
Not unless some gold’s put on it
You can take your dreams back home
I have plenty of my own, my own

Tell me something distant sister
If I found my dream and kissed her
Would this vision of perfection
Turn into my own reflection


  

Who or what I am escapes me
Every changing minute shapes me
What I get is what I yearn for
Dreams are what I gladly burn for

In her cradle we have rocked her
Tended by the dreaming doctor
Now she waits in sleeping beauty
For some prince to do his duty

Kevin Ayers:  Confessions of Doctor Dream, Part  One (Link)

Why Are We Sleeping? (It begins with a blessing)

"While fully admitting the major role that warfare has probably played in shaping our uniquely human brain, I submit that until our remote ancestors acquired 'language', they would not have been able to engage in the kind of planned intergroup conflicts that could develop into warfare" 

-- Jane Goodall, The Chimpanzees of Gombe

It begins with a blessing, it ends with a curse

Making life easy, by making it worse

"My mask is my master", the trumpeter weeps

But his voice is so weak, as he speaks from his sleep, saying

"Why, why, why........Why are we sleeping?"

My head is a nightclub of glasses and wine

The customers dancing are just marking time

You can turn to your partner and say "How does it seem?"

They'll look at you and say "Get out of my dream", saying

"Why, why, why........Why are we sleeping?"