Prisoner Of Dreams - While Dylan Grew Whiskers - Lyrics
Jef White
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They tell me she's in league with the devil.
They tell me she's in step
with insanity's procession.
And nothing she can do is on the level.
But no one's wondering why.

A dozen or more flames in her window.
A dozen or more names that help
to keep her mind from drifting
to a face that gave her a lifetime
and left her a prisoner of dreams.

But life, you would make her a widow
She feels a little too clever
to give a welcome to the pain that you'd bring.
She has said since the time she was little
"A father is a fantasy.
A mother is a prisoner he dreams."


A dozen or more flames in her window.
A dozen or more names that help
to keep her mind from drifting
to a face that gave her a lifetime
and left her a prisoner of dreams.

They tell me she's in league with the devil.
They tell me she's in step
with insanity's procession.
And nothing she can do is on the level.
But no one's wondering why.




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Music and Lyrics by: Jef White
Vocals: Jef White & Nancy Ward
Keyboards: Eric Robertson
Flute: Moe Koffman
Trombone: Russ Little
Trumpet: Guido Basso
Electric Guitar: Eugene Martynec
Bass guitar: Michael G. Snook
Drums: Jon Anderson
Congas: Barry Keane
Arrangements by: Eric Robertson
Produced by: Michael G. Snook
Engineered by: David Dobbs
Recorded at CBC Studios, Yonge Street, Toronto, ON Canada in 1978


 
Words and music
by Jef White © 1995