An Occasional 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 song An Occasional Dream by David Bowie is an introspective track that looks back on a past relationship, reflecting on the things that were and what could have been. The opening lines of the song describe an intimate moment between two people on a bed, as they speak of the possibility of a Swedish room with hessian and wood. They speak with their eyes, acknowledging the sweetness in their lives and the exciting prospects that lay ahead. Despite the positive tone, the song quickly reveals that this relationship was defined by a sense of fleetingness, as time takes time to pass, and the singer is left holding onto ashes of what used to be.


The second verse of the song describes the physical closeness between the two people, but the emotional distance that existed between them. They slept close together but did not really close their eyes, hinting at an unease or tension that they could not overcome. The line "It was long, long ago, long ago/And I still can't touch your name" highlights the distance that has grown between them, a distance that was caused by the "days of fate" that danced the other person "far from me."


The song's chorus emphasizes the singer's sense of loss and how they are haunted by the memory of this relationship. Despite this, Bowie does not wallow in the melancholy of the situation, but rather suggests that even brief moments of happiness are worth holding onto, even if only as an occasional dream.


Line by Line Meaning

I recall how we lived
I remember the way we used to live.


On the corner of a bed
We used to sit on the corner of a bed while talking.


And we'd speak of a Swedish room
We talked about a specific kind of room called a Swedish room.


Of hessian and wood
The Swedish room was made of hessian and wood.


And we'd talk with our eyes
We communicated with each other using only our eyes.


Of the sweetness in our lives
We talked about the good things in our lives.


And tomorrows of rich surprise
We spoke about the exciting things we hoped would happen in the future.


Some things we could do
We talked about things we could do together.


In our madness
During a period of insanity or strong emotion.


We burnt one hundred days
We wasted a lot of time during that period.


Time takes time to pass
Time moves slowly.


And I still hold some ashes to me
I still have some remnants of that time with me.


An occasional dream
A dream that only happens sometimes.


And we'd sleep, oh, so close
We used to sleep very closely together.


But not really close our eyes
But we didn't actually close our eyes while lying in bed.


'Tween the sheets of summer
During a summer season.


Bathed in blue
Lit by a blue light.


Gently weeping nights
Sad nights.


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


And I still can't touch your name
I can't bring myself to say or think your name.


For the days of fate
The fateful days that changed everything.


Were strong for you
Those days affected you deeply.


Danced you far from me
Those days caused us to drift apart.


In my madness
During a period of insanity or strong emotion.


I see your face in mine
I see your face when I look at myself.


I keep a photograph
I still have a photograph of you.


It burns my wall with time
The photograph has aged and is slowly fading.


An occasional dream
A dream that only happens sometimes.


Of mine
A dream that belongs to me.


An occasional dream
A dream that only happens sometimes.


Of mine
A dream that belongs to me.


An occasional dream
A dream that only happens sometimes.


Of mine
A dream that belongs to me.




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

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