It's very rare that I remember my dreams. But last night – or rather this morning – I not only remembered my dream but a song that was a part of it.
I was in a bar. I was seeing it all from the point of view of someone who was very, very drunk. But I was aware that I was not drunk myself. It was as if I were in another person's body. They were drunk but not me. Very weird. There was a song playing on the old jukebox and I remember thinking, "I've never heard that song before" and so, in the dream, I memorized the words. This morning when I woke all those words were still there in my mind so I wrote them down exactly as they'd come out of the jukebox, i made no changes.
It was a novel idea for a song – it was a standard 12-bar blues (named for the fact that each verse is a repeated 12 bars of music) but in this case it was written from the point of view of a man who was in his 12th bar of the evening! Probably the character I was inhabiting in the dream.
All very strange. But here it is…complete with a hint of Oscar Wilde in the penultimate verse.
12 BAR BLUES
Feeling like tomorrow
I may wake up dead
I found out too late
She's not a good girl at all
I remember saying the drinks are all on me
On me? More like in me
Now I can hardly see
Make mine a gin and tonic I heard the Englishman say
His accent made it sound
Like a line from a Shakespeare play
There's a cowboy in the corner fast asleep beneath his hat
He may be a famous actor
Who found fame ain't where it's at
The jukebox looks quite ancient but it's singing it ain't broke
Every title on it sounds
Like the punch line of a joke
There's a couple at a table she's asking him to go
She wants to get him home
Before he's crippled down below
These places have no mirrors so we can't see he scars
We're drowning in the gutter
But we're looking at the stars
The ceiling's changing places - changing places with the floor
For the 12th time I promise
I ain't doing this no more
©2012 Dave Tutin