Call Me Up In Dreamland
Van Morrison Lyrics


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Well I've tried and I've tried
But the river seems so wide
And my head hurts and my hands are tied
And it's so hard
When you're standing on the yard
Every time that your number comes around

Call me up in dreamland
Radio to me man
Get the message to me
Any way you can
Let your river roll
Way down to your soul
Never to grow old
On a saxophone

From the airport to the plane
Way to the railroad train
Why don't we take it from the top
And start over all over again
Every time you hear that whistle blow
You know you gotta put on your show
Every time your number comes around

Call me up in dreamland
Radio to me man
Get the message to me
Any way you can
Let your river roll
Way down to your soul
Never to grow old
On a saxophone

From the car to the bar
Why don't you pour it in a jar
And put a label on it
And send it off to the lost and found
You gotta get it in your brain
Before you go insane
Every time your number comes around

Call me up in dreamland
Radio to me man
Get the message to me
Any way you can
Let your river roll
Way down to your soul
Never to grow old
On a saxophone

Never to grow old
On a saxophone
Never to grow old
On a saxophone




Never to grow old
On a saxophone

Overall Meaning

"Call Me Up In Dreamland" is a song by Van Morrison that explores the theme of being stuck or at a standstill in one's life. Morrison acknowledges that he has tried to move forward, but the river seems too wide, and he is powerless to move forward. He feels stuck in a rut, and the inability to progress causes him pain. Morrison acknowledges life's challenges and that success or achieving one's goals can take time.


Morrison uses the metaphor of calling him up in Dreamland to suggest that he is looking for a way to escape his reality. He is looking for a way to call him or have someone reach out to him in a different space, a dreamlike place where he can escape his hardships. He suggests that one can find solace and escape through art, in this case, the saxophone. Morrison also juxtaposes the mundanity of daily life, from airports to railroad trains and from cars to bars, against the joy that the saxophone can bring.


The irony of the song is that while Morrison acknowledges Life's difficulties, he refuses to be broken or discouraged, and consistently references the joy that comes from music. He suggests that no matter the pain, the music will always be there as a source of comfort, never to grow old.


Line by Line Meaning

Well I've tried and I've tried
I've attempted many times to accomplish something


But the river seems so wide
It feels like an insurmountable obstacle


And my head hurts and my hands are tied
I feel mentally and physically restrained


And it's so hard
It is an incredibly difficult task


When you're standing on the yard
When you're in an unfulfilling situation


Every time that your number comes around
Every time your turn or opportunity presents itself


Call me up in dreamland
Contact me in a world of imagination and possibility


Radio to me man
Communicate with me through various channels


Get the message to me
Convey the information to me


Any way you can
By any means possible


Let your river roll
Let your emotions flow freely


Way down to your soul
Deep within yourself


Never to grow old
Never to lose its passion or impact


On a saxophone
Through the beautiful sound of a saxophone


From the airport to the plane
From one place to another


Way to the railroad train
In the direction of the train


Why don't we take it from the top
Let's start again, from the beginning


And start over all over again
Begin anew, with a fresh perspective


Every time you hear that whistle blow
Every time you're presented with an opportunity


You know you gotta put on your show
You have to perform at your best


From the car to the bar
From one place to another


Why don't you pour it in a jar
Why don't you save it for later


And put a label on it
And identify its purpose


And send it off to the lost and found
And entrust it to external sources to take care of it


You gotta get it in your brain
You have to internalize it


Before you go insane
Before it drives you crazy


Never to grow old
Never to lose its passion or impact


On a saxophone
Through the beautiful sound of a saxophone


Never to grow old
Never to lose its passion or impact


On a saxophone
Through the beautiful sound of a saxophone


Never to grow old
Never to lose its passion or impact


On a saxophone
Through the beautiful sound of a saxophone




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: VAN MORRISON

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