Mrs. Potter's Lullaby
Adam Duritz Lyrics


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Well I woke up in mid-afternoon 'cause that's when it all hurts the most
I dream I never know anyone at the party and I'm always the host
If dreams are like movies, then memories are films about ghosts
You can never escape, you can only move south down the coast

Well, I am an idiot walking a tightrope of fortune and fame
I am an acrobat, swinging trapezes through circles of flame
If you've never stared off into the distance, then your life is a shame
And though I'll never forget your face, sometimes I can't remember my name

Hey, Mrs. Potter don't cry
Hey, Mrs. Potter I know why
But hey, Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me?

Well there's a piece of Maria in every song that I sing
And the price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings
And there is always one last light to turn out and one last bell to ring
And the last one out of the circus has to lock up everything

Or the elephants will get out and forget to remember what you said
Oh, and the ghosts of the tilt-a-whirl will linger inside of your head
Oh, and the ferris wheel junkies will spin them forever instead
When I see you, a blanket of stars covers me in bed

Hey, Mrs. Potter don't go
I said hey, Mrs. Potter I don't know
But hey, Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me?

All the blue light reflections that color my mind when I sleep
And the lovesick rejections that accompany the company I keep
All the razor perceptions that cut just a little too deep
Hey, I can bleed as well as anyone, but I need someone to help me sleep

Oh, so I throw my hand into the air and it swims in the beams
It's just a brief interruption of the swirling dust sparkle jet stream
Well, I know I don't know you and you're probably not what you seem
Oh, but I'd sure like to find out, so why don't you climb down off that movie screen

Hey, Mrs. Potter don't turn
Hey, Mrs. Potter I burn for you
Hey, Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me?

When the last king of Hollywood shatters his glass on the floor
And orders another, well I wonder what he did that for
That's when I know that I have to get out 'cause I have been there before
So I gave up my seat at the bar and I head for the door

We drove out to the desert, just to lie down beneath this bowl of stars
We stand up in the Palace like it's the last of the great pioneer town bars
Oh, we shout out these songs against the clang of electric guitars
Well, you can see a million miles tonight but you can't get very far
Oh, you can see a million miles tonight but you can't get very far.

Hey, Mrs. Potter I won't touch
And hey, Mrs. Potter it's not much
But hey, Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me?

Hey, Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me?
Hey, Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me?





Well that was very nice, thank you very much.

Overall Meaning

The song "Mrs. Potter's Lullaby" by Adam Duritz is a reflection on the nature of memory, dreams, and how they impact our lives. The lyrics center around the idea that memories are like "films about ghosts," something that we can never truly escape from. The main character of the song, who may or may not be Duritz himself, seems to be struggling with fame and fortune, feeling like an "idiot walking a tightrope" but also finding redemption in the beauty of moments like staring off into the distance.


Throughout the song, Duritz weaves together a series of vivid images, from dreams where he can never remember anyone's face to the "razor perceptions" that "cut just a little too deep." The chorus, where he pleads with "Mrs. Potter" to talk to him, serves as a kind of refrain throughout the song, bringing its various threads together into a cohesive whole.


There is a sense of wistfulness and longing throughout the song, as well as a certain amount of melancholy. But at the same time, there is also a kind of hopefulness, as Duritz seems to be searching for meaning in the chaos of life and trying to find some kind of solace in the music he creates.


Line by Line Meaning

Well I woke up in mid-afternoon 'cause that's when it all hurts the most
I feel disconnected from the world and prefer to escape reality through sleep.


I dream I never know anyone at the party and I'm always the host
I feel like an outsider and have a fear of not measuring up to others.


If dreams are like movies, then memories are films about ghosts
I feel haunted by past experiences and struggle to let go of them.


You can never escape, you can only move south down the coast
I cannot change the past, but I can try to move on and start anew.


Well, I am an idiot walking a tightrope of fortune and fame
I feel insecure and overwhelmed by the pressure of success.


I am an acrobat, swinging trapezes through circles of flame
I feel like I am in a dangerous situation and am constantly trying to keep up.


If you've never stared off into the distance, then your life is a shame
I believe it's important to reflect and have a broader perspective on life.


And though I'll never forget your face, sometimes I can't remember my name
I struggle to maintain a sense of identity and often feel lost.


Hey, Mrs. Potter don't cry
I want to comfort Mrs. Potter in her moment of sadness.


Hey, Mrs. Potter I know why
I understand what's causing Mrs. Potter's sadness.


But hey, Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me?
I want to connect with and offer support to Mrs. Potter.


Well there's a piece of Maria in every song that I sing
I have a person I associate with the music that I create.


And the price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings
Memories can be bittersweet and remind us of emotions we'd rather forget.


And there is always one last light to turn out and one last bell to ring
Everything comes to an end eventually and it's best to accept that.


And the last one out of the circus has to lock up everything
I am responsible for cleaning up my own messes.


Or the elephants will get out and forget to remember what you said
If I don't take care of my responsibilities, I risk negative consequences.


Oh, and the ghosts of the tilt-a-whirl will linger inside of your head
Past experiences can haunt us and be difficult to shake off.


Oh, and the ferris wheel junkies will spin them forever instead
People may get caught up in nostalgic experiences and struggle to move on.


When I see you, a blanket of stars covers me in bed
Mrs. Potter reminds me of a comfortable and familiar place.


Hey, Mrs. Potter don't go
I don't want to lose Mrs. Potter's presence in my life.


I said hey, Mrs. Potter I don't know
I am uncertain and confused about certain aspects of my life.


But hey, Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me?
I hope to receive guidance and support from Mrs. Potter.


All the blue light reflections that color my mind when I sleep
My dreams are often vivid and impactful.


And the lovesick rejections that accompany the company I keep
My relationships often lead to disappointment and heartache.


All the razor perceptions that cut just a little too deep
I am overly sensitive and easily affected by criticism.


Hey, I can bleed as well as anyone, but I need someone to help me sleep
I am vulnerable and require support from others to feel secure.


Oh, so I throw my hand into the air and it swims in the beams
I am open to new experiences and opportunities.


It's just a brief interruption of the swirling dust sparkle jet stream
Life is constantly in motion and it's important to take moments to pause and reflect.


Well, I know I don't know you and you're probably not what you seem
I am aware of my limitations in understanding others.


Oh, but I'd sure like to find out, so why don't you climb down off that movie screen
I am interested in learning more about Mrs. Potter and connecting more deeply with her.


Hey, Mrs. Potter don't turn
I don't want to lose the connection and rapport I have with Mrs. Potter.


Hey, Mrs. Potter I burn for you
I have strong feelings of passion and desire for Mrs. Potter.


Hey, Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me?
I hope to strengthen my relationship with Mrs. Potter through communication.


When the last king of Hollywood shatters his glass on the floor
When someone powerful and influential has a public meltdown, it can be symbolic of the fall from grace.


And orders another, well I wonder what he did that for
People in positions of power may use their status to cope with personal struggles.


That's when I know that I have to get out 'cause I have been there before
I recognize patterns from my past and choose to leave before repeating the same mistakes.


So I gave up my seat at the bar and I head for the door
I am making a conscious effort to shift my behavior and make better choices.


We drove out to the desert, just to lie down beneath this bowl of stars
I appreciate nature and take time to connect with the world around me.


We stand up in the Palace like it's the last of the great pioneer town bars
I cherish the experience of being in a unique and historic establishment.


Oh, we shout out these songs against the clang of electric guitars
I find joy and release in music amidst a loud and boisterous environment.


Well, you can see a million miles tonight but you can't get very far
Despite having a broad perspective, the reach of one's actions is limited.


Hey, Mrs. Potter I won't touch
I respect Mrs. Potter's boundaries and wishes.


And hey, Mrs. Potter it's not much
I acknowledge that my actions or words may be insignificant in the grand scheme of things.


But hey, Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me?
I value communication and hope to improve my relationship with Mrs. Potter.


Hey, Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me?
I continue to seek a deeper connection and understanding with Mrs. Potter.


Well that was very nice, thank you very much.
A polite and gracious closing remark.




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@cjsgon2bed

One of the best lines in any song “The price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings.”

@sterlingceballo4794

Your right.... I just caught up

@Sourcecode01

Agreed fully!

@jaxbaumhaus8063

Definitely

@goncalvespeloya

So true.

@outlawpete6728

“ If dreams are like movies / then memories are films about ghosts “…sublime !, as is Adam D’s writing won’t to be .

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@ChristianLemon

One of those rare masterpieces you can listen to over and over again and it will never get tiresome.

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@TheDetoxRevolution

8years later, and still 👌🏿

@giacalones

Seriously! I've probably listened to this every month since it came out. I've even just put it on repeat for an hour. So great

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