Dreaming of Mercy

There are two things powerful enough to zap you out of your present state and pull you into a black hole- a dimension old, yet familiar. The stay there isn't always present, but it is a time that has definitely seeped deep into your emotions.

Those two things are memories and music. Triggered, heard, spoken or sung, whichever it be, if it strikes the right chord, its bound to take you to your wonderland, and your name doesn't even have to be Alice.

I heard this while I was watching a movie - Life or something like it. And I watched it soon after I watched the movie August Rush. I am not a musician, and music is not in my blood, nor in my veins, but I do love listening to some good music. August Rush made me feel like there was something missing in my life. What it is exactly, I havent been able to figure out. Whatever it be, the movie has definitely made a difference in my life, even if the effect lasts only the night. After that I began watching 'Life or something like it', with a blonde Angelina Jolie, and I paused and wondered for a moment if this movie could surpass the experience of 'August Rush'.

Undoubtedly both movies are different and have strikingly different impressions on you. But what Life or.. gave me was a ride down nostalgic lane when Peter Gabriel's 'Mercy Street' began playing in the background. It flooded me with memories of my childhood. I grew up listening to some very different numbers and Mercy Street was definitely one of them. So Here I am, sharing the lyrics of Mercy Street with you.

looking down on empty streets, all she can see
are the dreams all made solid
are the dreams all made real

all of the buildings, all of those cars
were once just a dream
in somebody's head

she pictures the broken glass, she pictures the steam
she pictures a soul
with no leak at the seam

lets take the boat out
wait until darkness
let's take the boat out
wait until darkness comes

nowhere in the corridors of pale green and grey
nowhere in the suburbs
in the cold light of day

there in the midst of it so alive and alone
words support like bone

dreaming of mercy st.
wear your inside out
dreaming of mercy
in your daddy('s arms again
dreaming of mercy st.
'swear they moved that sign
dreaming of mercy
in your daddy's arms

pulling out the papers from the drawers that slide smooth
tugging at the darkness, word upon word

confessing all the secret things in the warm velvet box
to the priest-he's the doctor
he can handle the shocks

dreaming of the tenderness-the tremble in the hips
of kissing Mary's lips

dreaming of mercy st.
wear your insides out
dreaming of mercy
in your daddy's arms again
dreaming of mercy st.
'swear they moved that sign
looking for mercy
in your daddy's arms

mercy, mercy, looking for mercy
mercy, mercy, looking for mercy

Anne, with her father is out in the boat
riding the water
riding the waves on the sea