This is a theme that could go in a lot of directions. Sleep makes me think of the end of day and night time, which makes me think of the sunrise. Sleep makes me think of dreaming. Sleep is often a metaphor for death (ala Dylan Thomas), or the end of days. Of course, most rock ‘n’ roll is about some kind of party, antithesis to “sleep”; staying up all night makes me wish for sleep.
Let’s see what I come up with.
Song: “Sleeping in the Devil’s Bed”
Album: Until the End of the World soundtrack
Artist: Daniel Lanois
Song Writer: Daniel Lanois
The song comes from the acceptably weird movie, and astoundingly great soundtrack, Until the End of the World. Except for this song, I only know this guy as a producer. A recent discovery of mine is his production work with Bob Dylan on Oh, Mercy. Dylan’s description of working with Lanois, in the autobiographical Chronicles, Vol. 1, is one of the great things I’ve read this year.
The song appears to be about love and love lost, but sometimes interpreting poems is a sore point for me.
Thanks to Helen for the challenge; Song Lryic Sunday
I thought of you in blue and red
I thought of you when you were playing
I thought of you in my bed
You were there bound and chained
I thought of you there next to me
Wearing your pretty face
I thought of everything that you could be
Sleeping in the devil’s bed
I looked for you when the lights were low
And I paid for what I had
I looked for you way down below
‘Til I felt I was going mad
I think of you when I tell myself
And the fever rises high
I think of you and I get what’s coming
Sleeping in the devil’s bed
Oh why, why, why, why, baby, why?
Oh why, why, why, why, why, why, baby, why?
I thought of you up there on the ladder
I thought of you when I heard the news
I thought of you and it didn’t matter
If I accepted you’ll refuse
I wanted you and I wanted more
I wanted everything
I wanted what I couldn’t get
Sleeping in the devil’s bed
In the devil’s bed
I woke up in the steady rain
I woke up when you said
It’s late and I’m feeling heavy
Could you hold my aching head?
I found myself tangled in wire
I found you there in my dream
I found you in desire
You had left the devil’s bed
You had left the devil’s bed
Oh, baby, why?
You had left the devil’s bed
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