Day 3 || DREAMS FOR SALE
“No one remembers what Dreaming is for…”
And so our adventure begins! The days are rife with struggles and trials, but at night we share stories. Tonight we have the story of a very important man, an artisan, a master craftsman who could manufacture Dreams.
Whenever you feel that your efforts are being wasted, think of this man and remember: the good you do in this world lives on after you. Armed with this knowledge, we continue along our quest...
And so our adventure begins! The days are rife with struggles and trials, but at night we share stories. Tonight we have the story of a very important man, an artisan, a master craftsman who could manufacture Dreams.
Whenever you feel that your efforts are being wasted, think of this man and remember: the good you do in this world lives on after you. Armed with this knowledge, we continue along our quest...
*** I highly recommend watching this video in full screen! ***
Behind The SCENES...
“Dreams For Sale" was inspired by the documentary “Jodorowsky’s Dune” and also by a story once told to me by Richard Marx.
This song was commissioned by one of the backers of my first Kickstarter.
The artist in the video is Julia Helen Lowe. You can also hear her lovely voice singing the “ahhh’s” in this song.
This song was commissioned by one of the backers of my first Kickstarter.
The artist in the video is Julia Helen Lowe. You can also hear her lovely voice singing the “ahhh’s” in this song.
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What is the greatest adventure you’ve ever been on? Could involve travel, a business venture, a relationship, raising a family, or working for a cause …
There once was a man who’d sell you a dream
he’d spin you a story from silken strings
weaving visions you’ve never seen
one silver dollar would buy you a dream
Oooh…
His loom wove patterns of lives intertwined
stories to move your heart and your mind
adventures that wander through faraway lands
inventions that alter the lives of man
Dreams
dreams for sale, dreams for sale…”
One winter the shop took a turn for the worse
people doubted his dreams, questioned their worth
fewer customers came through his doors
no-one remembers what dreaming is for
He closed up his shop and grew cold in the streets
begging for scraps and peddling dreams
His beautiful stories threadbare and thin
No-one could spare a penny for him
(instrumental)
His body grew weak, his mind grew frail
unraveling sanity starting to fail
and from his lips, cracked and pale
repeated the words “Dreams for sale…”
He held in his hands his very last thread
He knew that this spot was his finishing bed
then what he saw he could hardly believe
a little boy sitting and sewing a dream
Singing “ Dreams
dreams for sale, dreams for sale…”
he’d spin you a story from silken strings
weaving visions you’ve never seen
one silver dollar would buy you a dream
Oooh…
His loom wove patterns of lives intertwined
stories to move your heart and your mind
adventures that wander through faraway lands
inventions that alter the lives of man
Dreams
dreams for sale, dreams for sale…”
One winter the shop took a turn for the worse
people doubted his dreams, questioned their worth
fewer customers came through his doors
no-one remembers what dreaming is for
He closed up his shop and grew cold in the streets
begging for scraps and peddling dreams
His beautiful stories threadbare and thin
No-one could spare a penny for him
(instrumental)
His body grew weak, his mind grew frail
unraveling sanity starting to fail
and from his lips, cracked and pale
repeated the words “Dreams for sale…”
He held in his hands his very last thread
He knew that this spot was his finishing bed
then what he saw he could hardly believe
a little boy sitting and sewing a dream
Singing “ Dreams
dreams for sale, dreams for sale…”