There most probably are droves of people who feel like I do at any given moment but it sure doesn't seem like it sometimes.
Sometimes we do meet in that place of feeling but how can I be sure when you are not? And when we don't meet, where do I stand?
My feelings, much like my seemingly impossible aspirations have no facts and figures, no obvious proof, no readily available consensus to champion them. My feelings and aspirations rely upon me. And who am I without their telling and vital presence?
Who am I without imagination and perception, language and connection, trust and protection, courage and reflection...I need them all!
Composer, performer & producer:
Pamela Sackett
CD cover photograph:
Mark Magill
CD & sound design/engineering:
Daniel Sackett
Instrumentals:
Guy Nelson
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In a field of one outstanding rose
where they tell me
nothing there could grow
I trust my nose
the aromatic breezes
tell me it is pink
if you tell me
you can't see it there
that you think
the field I speak of is bare
I don't dare
I don't dare tell you that
I can hear
the petals whispering
telling the big field
outrageous things
do you think
the rose would do that
if it wasn't there?
chorus
but I could be dreaming it
is it real or a frenzied fit?
just a figment, just a notion
visions are a crazy potion
who should I believe—you?
or what I perceive?
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In a field of one outstanding rose
I will stand beside it
I will go
cuz I know
what I know is what I know
not what I don't
If you don't come with me
I'll be sad
I can go alone
I'm not mad
I'm not mad
I'm not mad
but maybe a little
I can hear
the petals dance and sing
fluttering about
like they had wings
do you think
they could fly?
oh could they fly?
I think they think
chorus
but I could be dreaming it
is it real or a frenzied fit?
just a figment just a notion
visions are a crazy potion
who should I believe—you?
or what I perceive?
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In a field of
one outstanding rose
I was caught there
sleeping without clothes
by the rose
it tickled my toes
and fluffed the field
and shook my hand
If you tell me that just couldn't be
that you think it's a mere fantasy
how do you explain
the grassy imprint
and the pollen on my cheeks?
I heard the rose in question
speak your name
that you were there yourself
in the pouring rain
do you think a rose like that
would ever deign
to intentionally lie?
chorus
but I could be dreaming it
is it real or a frenzied fit?
just a figment just a notion
visions are a crazy potion
who should I believe—you?
or what I perceive?
verse
In a field of one outstanding rose
where they tell me
nothing there could grow
I trust my nose
the aromatic breezes tell me
it is so