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Trying to Remember a Dream

by Rich Restaino

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1.
Trying to Remember a Dream 03:40
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You would've been proud of me this morning— I didn't lose my cool Even though all my instincts told me to tell off This stupid fool I felt my neck clench into a fist 'round my throat Then I took a deep breath and then I came home And wrote all this down instead of getting Thrown in jail... or worse But I still cursed that guy in the car All the way home Then, I guess I needed some time when I could Just be alone But you were there and there was no way you could know That my fuse was short and ready to blow And I'm doing my best, but I'm Bound to blow it now and then It's kind of like when you're trying to remember a dream Or practicing what you preach; you know the more you Reach for it, the more it seems just out of reach And you can put your finger on it, but the Words won't leave your lips, it's like some Things were never intended for our grip Now, I'm not afraid of changing But it gets tougher to do every day The things it takes a lifetime to learn aren't so Easily washed away Seems like the harder we try to take over the reins The more it seems clear we're not steering this train So, happy new year! And here's to making promises we won't keep Kind of like when you're trying to remember a dream Or practicing what you preach; you know the more you Reach for it, the more it seems just out of reach And you can put your finger on it, but the Words won't leave your lips, it's like some Things were never intended for our grip
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Treading Water 04:22
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You wake with the buzz of a still-dark morn Trip through familiar paces Ruminations retread, auto-pilot engaged Barely discerning faces Could this be a mistake? Amy I really awake? Must I do all this again? A half-hour later, fallen fully to earth Paste on a half-hearted grin and just give in Chunks of time sectioned off like us drones Kept in boxes within a box Itemized lists of tasks to be done Enforced by the lash of the clock Demands to be met, promotions to get Futures to be secured Futures we know are not promised to us We pay for now by sitting here bored, and we Drift in the wake of the choices we don't make Somehow just staying afloat And we're sure there must be a way out of the drink But if you're not treading water, you might miss the boat You thought you'd have it all figured out by now Thought you'd have it all under control Thought that everything somehow would Work itself out while you Spend your weekends with your friends playing That rock and roll Maybe, one day, you say to yourself, 'I'll get myself a little boat— 'I'll set sail, where a whale just might 'Swallow me up, and then that would be that— 'It'd be all she wrote' But just as you let go, a shot 'cross the bow Loose cannons make waves you can't ride And the sirens, they sing to you such pretty lies Leave you dashed on the rocks of your pride. And we drift in the wake of the choices we don't make Somehow just staying afloat And we're sure there must be a way out of the drink But if you're not treading water, you might miss the boat
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Willie & Loretta 03:35
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Loretta lifts her head up, meets his eyes with her own brown pools of true love Willie lies in bed and offers up himself to any and all comers And they make quite a pair, like Ginger and Fred Astaire Their connection is oh-so rare, and true Girl, just like me and you Willie wants what he wants, and when he wants it, he will surely find a way Loretta’s easy to please, but still she needs to know that she is well protected They’re so different in so many ways, but through all the days and nights, they stick like glue just like you and I do She can sometimes be a bully, and He can bark at the moon But they love each other fully, and Every day is somehow like a cartoon Loretta soaks up the sun, she loves its warm embrace on her face, and when that's done she might go for a run, then take a nap and dream and play it all back again WIllie's sly as he seems, he can go to extremes, but Sure 'nuff, he's as sweet as sugar cane And soft summer rain Willie and Loretta It doesn't get any better Gonna stick together Like Willie and Loretta
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Paddling My Canoe 04:23
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Had me a few misunderstandings— Had to cut loose a few dead limbs There’s so much water under the bridge— I sure hope them trolls can swim Missed my share of easy landings— Blown a few sure things— but Every time I wake and make a bet on myself— Keep on waxing up those wings I’ll just keep paddling my canoe— With the current ‘til I am through— There’s no fighting it anyway— No matter what you do I take the corners as they come— Faster than most, slower than some Some call it nerve, some call it dumb— I just call it trying to get things done Try to pick my fights when I can— Try to see a few steps ahead Try to steer right into the skid I get spun around instead I’ll just keep paddling my canoe— With the big ol’ current ‘til I’m through No sense in fighting it anyway— No matter what you do— Who knows why we fear what we fear? Where we’re going when we leave from here Why we only seem to hear what we want to hear I’ll just keep paddling my canoe— With the big ol’ current ‘til I’m through No sense in fighting it anyway—d ‘cause no matter what you do— You’re gonna be pulled in the wake— Might get spilled out into a big lake Gonna give back all you tried to take— No mater what you do— Keep paddling your canoe

about

Do you remember your dreams easily? Not me. I'm one of those folks who often insists he doesn't dream, although I know better. It wasn't always this way, but it has been for most of my adult life. There are exceptions of particularly vivid, even lucid, dreams that stand out. Still, on average, I struggle to grasp for any kind of detail or even a general sense of what went on in my head the night before, whereas someone like my wife can rattle off the the entire program: both features and the shorts that play in between. One day, I had the idea that trying to remember a dream could be a metaphor for the frustration that often comes when we try to make some sort of change for what we perceive as self-improvement, but which goes against our nature.

These four songs are part of a larger set I've been working on, intended for a new full-length album. However, these tunes play well together and I thought they deserved some room to roam without too much clutter while I sort the rest out. Featured here on the title track are the Obits singers, Elizabeth, Sara, and Roz. Otherwise, I played and sang all the parts.

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released December 2, 2022

Written by R. F. Restaino © 2022 Dick Frank Music (ASCAP)
Produced, recorded, and performed by Rich Restaino
at the Choirpit, Austin, TX
Madhouse! Records © 2022 (MH-020)

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