An Ocassional Dream
David Bowie Lyrics


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I recall how we lived
On the corner of a bed
And we'd speak of a Swedish room
Of hessian and wood
And we'd talk with our eyes
Of the sweetness in our lives
And tomorrows of rich surprise
Some things we could do

In our madness
We burnt one hundred days
Time takes time to pass
And I still hold some ashes to me
An occasional dream

And we'd sleep, oh, so close
But not really close our eyes
'Tween the sheets of summer
Bathed in blue
Gently weeping nights
It was long, long ago, long ago
And I still can't touch your name

For the days of fate
Were strong for you
Danced you far from me

In my madness
I see your face in mine
I keep a photograph
It burns my wall with time
Time
An occasional dream
Of mine
An occasional dream
Of mine




An occasional dream
Of mine

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of David Bowie's song "An Occasional Dream" are an intimate reflection of a past romantic relationship. He recalls their time spent together on a bed in a corner of a room, discussing the possibility of creating a Swedish room with hessian and wood. They talked with their eyes, communicating the sweetness of their lives and their hopes for a future filled with rich surprises. However, in their madness or intense love for each other, they indulged in burning one hundred days with each other, unaware of the time slipping away. Even now, Bowie holds on to some ashes from those days, unable to let go of the memories.


Bowie describes sleeping next to each other, but not really closing their eyes. The summer nights were bathed in blue as they wept gently. The days of fate were strong for his lover, ultimately dancing them far apart. Even in his madness, Bowie sees his lover's face in his own, and he keeps a photograph that burns on his wall with time. The occasional dream he has reminds him of the sweet moments they once shared, but which have been lost in time.


This song captures the nostalgic feeling of looking back on an old love that has since faded away. The dream-like quality of the lyrics adds to this sentiment, as if the memories are just a fleeting occasional dream. The use of imagery, such as the Swedish room and the burning of time, creates a poetic effect that resonates with anyone who has loved and lost.


Line by Line Meaning

I recall how we lived
I remember the way we existed


On the corner of a bed
Sharing a small space on the edge of a bed


And we'd speak of a Swedish room
We talked about a cozy Swedish-style room


Of hessian and wood
Decorated with rustic elements like burlap and wood


And we'd talk with our eyes
We communicated nonverbally


Of the sweetness in our lives
About how wonderful our lives were


And tomorrows of rich surprise
Anticipating exciting and joyful future moments


Some things we could do
Thinking about possibilities and things to do together


In our madness
During a time of craziness or instability


We burnt one hundred days
Metaphorically wasting a lot of time


Time takes time to pass
Time moves slowly


And I still hold some ashes to me
I still hold onto some remnants of that time


An Occasional Dream
A fleeting memory or thought


And we'd sleep, oh so close
We slept together in close proximity


But not really close our eyes
But we didn't actually close our eyes


'Tween the sheets of summer bathed in blue
Between the cool blue sheets of summertime


Gently weeping nights
Sad and poignant nights


It was long, long ago
It happened a very long time ago


And I can't touch your name
I can't get in touch with you


For the days of fater were strong for you
You were held back by events from your past


Danced you far from me
You were pulled away from me by external forces and circumstances


In my madness
During a time of turmoil or desperation


I see your face in mine
I can't stop thinking about you or seeing your face in my mind


I keep a photograph
I hold onto a physical reminder of our time together


It burns my wall with time
The photo has faded and deteriorated over time


Time,
The passing of time


An occasional dream
A memory or longing that resurfaces occasionally


Of mine
Something personal or from my own experience


An occasional dream
A memory or longing that resurfaces occasionally


Of mine
Something personal or from my own experience


An occasional dream
A memory or longing that resurfaces occasionally


Of mine
Something personal or from my own experience




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: David Bowie

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