by STEVEE

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Just A Dream Away Probably the most bluesy song on this page - another one from a cycle of songs about London. It's about being rudely awakened from dreams of paradise and facing the prospect of riding a crowded tube into the city to go to work. So the hero day dreams and remembers his night dreams! Some more song notes: The hero of this song is dreaming peacefully of girls with cherry lips, cavorting on the seaside sands, and other pleasant diversions, when the alarm rings its reality check, its clanging call to duty. Rudely awakened from dreams of paradise, the hero faces the day... not quite seizing it! He’s late as usual and dashes to the rainy street, joins the press of feet to the nearest tube, the prospect of work looming like a grey cloud. Then he remembers the girl in his dreams, the crimson lips, the hot kiss… The Northern Line fades to some distant, palm-fringed shore line in our hero’s mind, where mermaids wait and comb their hair back with the waves. So despite being Moorgate-bound, everything is okay. Paradise has been lost and found. Just a Dream Away 5 o’clock, the sun is up, I dream that it’s an apricot. I take a bite dripping The juice down my chin. I kiss a dream girl on the lips Then wake up to my Weetabix – The dream fading And it’s growing dim So take a ride on the Northern line, Don’t be late, gotta be on time. But I think paradise Is just a dream away So take my advice And daydream all day. I wake up, the dream is gone, Oh,can I have another one? The alarm clock’s clanging In my tired head Take me back to the billows bright Where flying fish fly all night, And leave me here floating In my feather bed. I think paradise Is just a dream away So take my advice And daydream all day. Flying high like a kite in the sky Old rocking horse rocks on by Temple bells are ringing At the break of day Alice stands by a minaret Trying to learn the alphabet, Turns to me smiling Then she fades away. So take a ride on the Northern line, Don’t be late, gotta be on time. So take a ride on the Northern line, Don’t be late, gotta be on time. But I think paradise Is just a dream away So take my advice And daydream all day. Written by Steve Elliott Produced by Sasha Badejkov

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