Reality: A Bard's View
Kathy Lee
kal35810 at jetson.uh.edu
Wed Jun 11 12:55:47 PDT 1997
These two songs pretty much sum up my opinions on this whole matter. But
then again, I'm always a sucker for those tunes that reach in and grab you
by the heart-strings ... after all, why do we choose to play this game?
If we can't let ourselves "believe", even for a weekend, what's the point?
-Katerina
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The Dream
Last Night I had the strangest dream
In this bleak century;
I dreamed that people the world around
Believed in chivalry.
I dreamed I saw a kingly throne
entwined with laurel leaves
So great, and pure, and undefiled;
A tender tapestry.
I dreamed I saw the most perfect of knights
Receive his accolade
And minstrels sang, and children laughed
In some soft forrest glade
Last night I had the strangest dream
In this bleak century
I dreamed that people the world around
Believed in chivalry.
I dreamed that people the world around
Believed in chivalry.
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Dream Warrior
by Rathflaed, the "Black Bard of Meridies"
He gets up every morning
and he goes to work each day
he sees his friends and family
he works and then he plays
But they never get to see
the one he keeps inside
The one he really wants to be
The one that he must hide
he works in an assembly line
in a downtown factory
he does his job the best he can
but its not where he wants to be
Outside the gates his charger waits
that only he can see
So its back to the grind for another day
Oh when will he be free
He's a dream warrior,
he rides across the land
he's a dream warrior
and there's magic in his hands
And yet he fears the people here
He's afraid that they won't see
So he hides away within himself
With his pride and his chivalry
Now the day is done and its home from work
to see his kids and wife
To him she is a princess;
she's led a sheltered life
in a tower of blue, he pays his dues
his lady for him waits
so he turns into his driveway
past the mailbox and the gate
He weaves his kids a bed time tale -
His daughter and his son -
of wizards, knights and mighty kings,
of battles fought and won
Then its off to sleep and he dreams so deep
as in his bed he lays
and he fights the night because he knows
that tomorrow is a busy day
He's a dream warrior,
he rides across the land
He's a dream warrior
and there's magic in his hands
And yet he fears the people here,
he's afraid that they won't see
So he hides away within himself
with his pride and his chivalry
His honor still comes first to him
but it gets harder everyday
to see the ones around him
breaking promises they made
but he keeps his own, and like a stone,
him they'll never know;
The one he really wants to be
is the one he'll never show
Because he'll never quit the cause
He'll never give up his dream
so he lives his life all by himself
or so to him it seems
cause they might think it's crazy
or they might think it's just a whim
So he wonders if he'll ever meet
Someone who's just like him
He's a dream warrior,
he rides across the land
He's a dream warrior,
and there's magic in his hands
And yet he fears the people here,
he's afraid that they won't see
So he hides away within himself
with his pride and his chivalry
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