Dreambook
Atticus Finch Lyrics
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A hurricane inside the room whispering
Shenaniganed birthwet and wayward
She's the one who set me here, set me down
As a pen to her dreambook
Then to the side
Simple as forgetting and brittle as trust
Homesick and fevered her healing hands move me, lift me up
On the back of the angel
The lyrics of Atticus Finch's song Dreambook describe a dreamlike state where the singer is being guided by a woman to write in her dreambook. The use of color is prominent in the lyrics, with a "chagall red" being described as beneath a word atop the sleep. The singer also mentions feeling like they are in the middle of a hurricane while being in a room; this could be a metaphor for feeling lost or confused while still having a sense of direction.
The woman described in the lyrics is portrayed as being both powerful and vulnerable. She sets the singer down like a pen to paper, but is also described as being "simple as forgetting and brittle as trust." Despite this, her healing hands are able to lift the singer up, and they leave behind a reminder of her in the form of ink on the back of an angel. This image could represent the singer being guided by a higher power, or it could be symbolic of the woman's own angelic nature.
Overall, the lyrics of Dreambook are open to interpretation, but they create a vivid and dreamlike atmosphere. The use of color and metaphor adds depth to the imagery, and the portrayal of the woman as both powerful and vulnerable is striking.
Line by Line Meaning
A chagall red beneath the word atop the sleep
The color red, similar to the paintings of Marc Chagall, sits below the word written above the act of sleeping
A hurricane inside the room whispering
A powerful storm rages within the confines of the room, speaking in hushed tones
Shenaniganed birthwet and wayward
A mischievous and unpredictable beginning, born from a wet and wild place
She's the one who set me here, set me down
She, the one who holds the dreambook, is responsible for placing me in this situation
As a pen to her dreambook
My purpose is to serve as a writing instrument for her dreams and desires
Then to the side
After fulfilling my duty, I am forgotten and cast aside
Simple as forgetting and brittle as trust
The act of forgetting is as easy as trusting, but just as fragile
Homesick and fevered her healing hands move me, lift me up
Despite her longing and restless desire, her gentle touch is able to soothe and lift me up
And my lips smear the ink of her name
In my fervor and passion, I leave behind a trace of her identity
On the back of the angel
My mark is left on an ethereal being, a symbol of purity and grace
Contributed by Audrey I. Suggest a correction in the comments below.