Lyrics of the Week – Week 14


Dedicated to Marcia Forbes for introducing this duo to my mom and I.

“The Dream” by Indian Summer Jarsjars

I was captured
by the man of my dreams.
He ain’t real, baby,
and he may never be.
We laid down
by the edge of the creek.
And we made love, baby,
cause we don’t know how to speak.

Well, I’m not afraid of the water.
I am not afraid of the water.

I was captured
by the tricks up his sleeve.
He’s got plenty for you,
and he’s got plenty for me.
Let’s pour to that,
to his fine trickery.
Bury this dream down deep
where it ought to be.

Well, I’m not afraid of the water.
I am not afraid of the water.
I am not afraid of the water.
And I’m not afraid of the water.

And I’m not afraid of the water.
I am not afraid of the water
And I’m not afraid of the water.
And I’m not afraid of the water

I’m not 100 percent on the second verse lyrics, because they’re not offered online. Indian Summer Jars is a local acoustic duo from York, Pa. My mom’s friend Marcia introduced the band to us last summer. We’ve seen them several times around York and listen to their album frequently. Support indies!!!

I love the story of this song: the illusion of meeting the perfect man, followed by typical realization. Beware of his “fine trickery.”  The chorus (“I’m not afraid of the water”) is warm and reassuring. Love can be a relentless battle through unsympathetic waves, but the key is to stand tall and be not afraid of the water.

Still, it’s nice to dream…

Photo Credit: Jars

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