Mother's Dream - Alex Grant



     
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Mother's Dream Lyrics


Umm, I'm flipping through these pages
My memory seems jaded
A lot's been lost since my mother's dream
But these sudden flashing colors
Close my eyes, only seven
Full of life
Feel my heart, it's aching over
Feel my heart, it's aching over(And I)
I remember being young, seventeen years
You come to my house
Won't you tell me the things that I'd done to you this time?
Never in my life did I feel so unsheltered
In my mind I feel you're nothing
Good for nothing, as you told me
Yes you told me how hard I triedThese broken bones, won't you say
You carry me home now now baby
My mother's dreams, she called it
My mother's dreams, she called itThese broken bones, won't you say

You carry me home now now baby
My mother's dreams, she called it
My mother's dreamsYes my age has turned direction
Cold and lonely resurrection
Lies they told me why I'm lost within your soul
But I've worn all those patches in my dreams
Always broken at the seams
Won't you help me?
Won't you help me?
Oh no angelThese broken bones, won't you say
You carry me home now now baby
My mother's dreams, she called it
My mother's dreams(You carry me home now now baby)
(My mother's dreams)

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Alex Grant knows that being fired was one of the most positive things that ever happened to him. Raised in a strict, orderly and loving family to be “something sensible, please”, he followed this direction for forty years, when he was abruptly let go from his job as general manager of a manufacturing firm in Phoenix, Arizona. Although approached by other companies in related fields, Alex decided at that point to really look at his life. “I had always loved writing and performing music, and had a deep desire to do so professionally”, he says thoughtfully.

Read more about Alex Grant on Last.fm.


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