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The Orphan Dreams
Ei au totul. Noi avem doar visele. Și pe alea ni le cumpără.
E anul 2036. Somnul a devenit marfă. Cei săraci fac coadă la băncile de recoltare și își vând noaptea ca să-și plătească chiria. Cei bogați cumpără flacoanele și dorm somnul altora, cu visele altora.
Donatorul 906 vinde tot ce are, noapte de noapte. Până când, într-o dimineață, își dă seama că i-a dispărut o amintire: nunta lui. Cineva, sus, într-un turn de sticlă, a visat-o în locul lui.
Așa că pleacă pe urma propriilor vise. Trece prin clinică, prin licitație și prin depozitul viselor orfane, cele pe care nu le-a vrut nimeni, prea triste și prea ciudate ca să fie vândute. Ajunge, la 4 dimineața, față în față cu singurul om care l-a cumpărat. Nu-și găsește un dușman. Găsește un om la fel de gol ca el.
21 de piese modern rock cu refrene de stadion, chitară cu 7 corzi și puls electronic: de la imnul nedormiților „We don't sleep, we don't dream" până la un cântec de leagăn care sună ca o revoluție. Pentru toți cei care trăiesc pe cafea, ture de noapte și datorii. Și pentru cei care au uitat când au visat ultima oară. Odihna nu se vinde. Visele tale sunt ale tale.
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- Night Shift Economy
Three AM and the towers are burning white
Every window is a shift that never ends
There's a line around the block at the harvest bank
Selling eight hours of the dark to make the rentThe billboards promise rest like a holiday
The kind that only other people can afford
We keep the engines fed, we keep the data clean
We are the ones the morning's waiting forAnd the moon clocks in like the rest of us
And the stars report to a company screen
Nobody down here remembers falling
Nobody down here remembers dreamsWe sold the night
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
We kept the neon and we sold the night
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
Everybody's wide awake and no one is alright
We sold the night
We sold the nightMy grandfather slept like it was nothing
Eight hours deep and nobody kept the change
Now there's a meter running on my pillow
And a barcode where the lullabies used to playThey say the city never sleeps — that's not the truth
The city sleeps in vaults below the square
Stacked in silver tanks like bottled weather
Bought by people who were never thereAnd the moon clocks in like the rest of us
And the dawn is just another balance sheet
Nobody down here remembers falling
Falling safely into sleepWe sold the night
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
We kept the neon and we sold the night
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
Everybody's wide awake and no one is alright
We sold the nightSomewhere in this city
One window is still dark
One stubborn heart still closes its eyes
For free
For freeWe sold the night
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
We kept the neon and we sold the night
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
Everybody's wide awake and no one is alright
We sold the night
But I want it back
I want it back - Deep Sleep Extraction
They gave me a gown and a friendly smile
Said the procedure wouldn't hurt at all
Just lie back down and think of nothing
We'll take it from here when the night begins to fallThe needle's warm, the room is amber
The consent form glows on a little screen
Initial here to authorize the harvest
Of everything you would have dreamedAnd the machine sings a perfect hush
Counting down my heart like small change
Whatever I was saving in the dark tonight
Is already on the exchangeDeep sleep extraction
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
They drain the ocean, leave the beach
Deep sleep extraction
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
I wake up empty, but the rent is in reach
Take the dark — leave the light on
Take the dark — leave the light onI dreamed of my mother's yellow kitchen
At least the invoice says I did
It's itemized: one childhood summer
Market value — twenty quidThey pay you more for the deeper hours
The kind that used to knit you whole
Turns out the softest part of midnight
Is the most expensive thing I ownAnd the machine sings a perfect hush
Counting down my heart like small change
Whatever I was keeping for the morning
Is already on the exchangeDeep sleep extraction
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
They drain the ocean, leave the beach
Deep sleep extraction
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
I wake up empty, but the rent is in reachSleep is the last thing
The last thing that was mine
And I just watched them
Bottle it like wine
Label it, ship it
Somewhere up the hill
Where somebody I'll never meet
Is dreaming my dreams stillDeep sleep extraction
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
They drain the ocean, leave the beach
Deep sleep extraction
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
I wake up hollow with the morning out of reach
Take the dark — leave the light on
Take the dark — leave the light on - Caffeine Cathedral
Six AM, the doors are opening
The faithful file in from the cold
Nobody in here has slept a wink
But everybody's midnight has been soldThe machine behind the counter
Breathes steam like holy smoke
We lift our paper chalices
And toast the sleep we never gotOne shot for the missing morning
Two shots for the missing dream
Three shots and I almost feel like
A person, or at least a working machineCa-ca-caffeine cathedral
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
Pour it black and call it dawn
Caffeine cathedral
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
We pray in shots since the night's been gone
Fill it up — one more cup
Fill it up — one more cupThe barista knows our orders
Like a priest knows every sin
"Triple shot, no room for mercy" —
She nods and lets the sinner inWe used to have a sun inside us
That rose because we'd sleep till light
Now we buy the fire by the ounce
And rent the morning every nightOne shot for the missing morning
Two shots for the vanished REM
Three shots and my hands are shaking
Like they still remember whenCa-ca-caffeine cathedral
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
Pour it black and call it dawn
Caffeine cathedral
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
We pray in shots since the night's been goneAnd somewhere in the bottom of the cup
There's a face I used to be...
He looks up and asks me softly:
"How long since you dreamed of me?"Ca-ca-caffeine cathedral
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
Pour it black and call it dawn
Caffeine cathedral
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
Amen, refill, and carry on
Fill it up — one more cup
Fill it up — one more cup - Running on Empty (REM)
Coffee number four and it's not lunchtime
My hands are typing things I never read
I nod in all the meetings like a metronome
A well-dressed engine running on fumes insteadI function, I deliver, I reply-all
I hit my targets like a sleepwalking star
Employee of a month I don't remember
I'm doing great — just don't ask my heartThere's a hole in me the shape of eight hours
There's a static where the movies used to play
I haven't dreamed since the second Tuesday of September
And I can't even tell you the year, just the dayI'm running on empty REM
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
A hundred percent awake, zero percent alive
Running on empty REM
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
Everything works in me except the drive
Running on empty
Running on empty REMI used to dream in color, so they tell me
Now the nights are just a corridor of grey
Door after door after door after nothing
And then the alarm invents another dayThe doctor says my numbers are fantastic
The bank says I'm finally in the clear
Funny how the ledgers all look healthy
When the only thing bankrupt is in the mirrorThere's a hole in me the shape of eight hours
There's a silence where the wonder used to be
I sold the only cinema I owned
And the screen went dark inside of meI'm running on empty REM
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
A hundred percent awake, zero percent alive
Running on empty REM
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
Everything works in me except the driveIf I close my eyes
There's only inventory
If I close my eyes
There's only aisles of white
Somebody somewhere
Is watching my story
Somebody bought
My Saturday nightRunning on empty
Running on empty REMI'm running on empty REM
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
A hundred percent awake, zero percent alive
Running on empty REM
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
Everything works in me except the drive
Running on empty
Running on empty REM - The Dream Broker
Welcome to the floor, don't mind the velvet
Everything you see was once inside a head
Top shelf: a kid's first snowfall, mint condition
Bottom shelf: the things you shouldn't want — but people doI'm just the middleman of midnight
I don't make the hunger, I just set the price
You bring the empty, they bring the ocean
And I bring the bottle and the iceDon't call it stealing — everybody signed
Don't call it bleeding — it's a revenue stream
The most valuable real estate on Earth tonight
Is the space behind your eyes where you used to dreamI sell dreams
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
Yours were the best ones this season
I sell dreams
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
Everybody's buying for a reason
What can I say? Don't shoot the broker
I just deal what you gave up
I sell dreamsA gentleman upstairs wants childhood summers
A lady on the coast collects goodbyes
Nightmares? We do discounts every Friday
Some very fancy people like the dark surpriseYou want to know the strangest thing I've noticed?
The rich can buy the water, not the thirst
They play your little dreams on their machines all night
And wake up even emptier than at firstDon't call it stealing — everybody signed
Don't call it bleeding — it's a revenue stream
I'd sell my own if I still had any
But a broker's just a man who cannot dreamI sell dreams
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
Yours were the best ones this season
I sell dreams
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
Everybody's buying for a reasonAnd when the market crashes
And it will, it always does
You'll all come asking for the night back
And I'll say: what night?
There's only stock
And the stock is usI sell dreams
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
Yours were the best ones this season
I sell dreams
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
Everybody's buying for a reason
What can I say? Don't shoot the broker
I just deal what you gave up
I sell dreams - School Night
She sleeps like weather, like a summer field...
Like we used to, before the deal...The man in the good coat did the numbers
Said children's sleep is liquid gold
"One year of her nights would clear your ledger —
Premium rates for six years old"He slid the pen across the table
Polite as winter, twice as cold
And through the wall we heard her breathing
The only wealth we've ever ownedWe have sold our midnights, sold our REM
Sold the dark right off our bed
We are poor in every currency
But there's one line we'll never treadNot the kid's — not ever
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
You can have my nights, you can't have hers
Not the kid's — not ever
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
Some things stay unpriced in this universe
Take my sleep forever —
Hers is not for sale
Not the kid's, not everHe doubled it. We didn't blink.
He tripled it. My hands went white.
He said: "You're being sentimental."
We said: "Yes. Now have a good night."The door clicked shut like a verdict
The kitchen held its breath with us
And down the hall the music box
Kept turning, small and gloriousWe'll work the double, work the triple
Drink the dawn and stack the debt
But she will dream the whole alphabet
Of everything that hasn't happened yetNot the kid's — not ever
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
You can have my nights, you can't have hers
Not the kid's — not ever
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
Some things stay unpriced in this universeOne day she'll ask what we did in the sleepless years...
And we'll say: we stood in a kitchen
And we were rich for five minutes
The five minutes it took
To say NONot the kid's — not ever
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
You can have my nights, you can't have hers
Not the kid's — not ever
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
Some things stay unpriced in this universe
Take my sleep forever —
Hers is not for sale - Someone Else's Rest
The penthouse is quiet as a museum
The pillow is Egyptian, the sheets are Swiss
The vial by the bed says: one deep evening
Donor number nine-oh-sixI paid for the river, I paid for the falling
I paid for the dark between the doors
Every single night I close my eyes and
Every single night is somebody's, not mineI sleep in someone else's rest
A guest in someone else's chest
The dreams are wonderful and warm
And none of them are mine
None of them are mineLast night I dreamed about a yellow kitchen
A mother humming with the radio on
I woke up crying for a woman I've never met
In a childhood I never had — and then it was goneI own the tower, I own the harbor
I own the sunrise from the thirty-second floor
But my own sleep dried up like a garden
I can't grow the dark anymoreI sleep in someone else's rest
A guest in someone else's chest
The dreams are wonderful and warm
And none of them are mineMoney can move mountains
Money can move the sea
Money bought me every night of yours
But it can't make a single dream
Out of meI sleep in someone else's rest
A guest in someone else's chest
The dreams are wonderful and warm
And none of them are mine
None of them are mine
(None of them are mine) - Blue Vials
We used to keep a cellar full of vintages
Now the racks are glowing blue and cold
A 'ninety-nine first snowfall, northern province
A first kiss, slightly bruised, a decade oldMy guests hold up the vials to the lamplight
Swirl the dark and read the provenance
"A childhood summer, single-donor, seaside" —
We drink what we can never taste. Extravagance.Blue vials
One more and I'll feel it, I swear
Blue vials
The rarest sleep, the thinnest air
We bought the wells, we bought the rivers
And died of thirst in velvet chairs
Blue vials, blue vialsThere's a man who only buys nightmares now
Says terror's the last thing that feels like feeling
There's a woman drinking one lost lullaby
On repeat, for years, staring at the ceilingAnd I keep my finest bottle in the safe:
Nine-oh-six, the yellow kitchen, rain
I've never opened it. I'm terrified
That even that would touch me... and pass in vain.The first vial was a miracle
The hundredth was a chore
The thousandth was a mirror:
Nothing pours anymore
Nothing pours anymoreBlue vials
One more and I'll feel it, I swear
Blue vials
The rarest sleep, the thinnest air
We bought the night from all the dreamers
And woke up owning empty air
Blue vials
(Blue vials) - I Dreamt Your Wedding
I sold them Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
I thought they took the fog and left the shore
But the last extraction went too deep and
Now my wedding day isn't mine anymoreThe dance, the rain, her father crying
The band that played our song a half-step wrong
Some stranger on a hill is wearing my memory
Like a tailored suit — and it fits him. It has all along.You dreamt my wedding
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
You danced with my bride in my stolen shoes
You dreamt my wedding
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
And you woke up richer, and I woke up used
Give me back my Sunday
Give me back my songI didn't order anybody's wedding
I asked for something deep enough to hold
But I've worn your rain, I've kissed your morning
I've held a hand I have no right to holdI know her laugh now. I know the half-step.
I know the yellow kitchen and the dog.
Forgive me — it was only merchandise
Until it looked at me through the fogYou dreamt my wedding
(I dreamt your wedding)
You danced with my bride in my stolen shoes
You dreamt my wedding
(I never asked to)
And you woke up richer, and I woke up usedA memory isn't data
I know that now
A memory is a place where somebody still lives
And I have been trespassing
Every night
In your houseYou dreamt my wedding
(I dreamt your wedding)
The happiest day I ever owned, on lease
You dreamt my wedding
(I'll give it back somehow)
Till one of us wakes up
And neither's at peace
Give me back my Sunday
Give me back my song - Insomnia Anthem
Third shift faces in the neon
Paper cups held up like crowns
Every eye in here is open
Nobody's lying downThey took the night and sold it wholesale
They left us cities made of noon
So if we can't afford the darkness
We'll howl beneath the rented moonThey wanted us quiet
They wanted us horizontal and gone
Bad luck —
The tired are millions
And the tired are singing alongWe don't sleep, we don't dream
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
We're the choir of three AM
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
They can bottle up the ocean
They can't bottle up the scream
We don't sleep — we don't sleep
But tonight we're wide awake as a teamNurses, drivers, night-desk angels
Kitchen ghosts at five to four
Every debt collector's favorite
We're the ones who built the floorThey count our hours on their servers
They price the pillow and the bed
But there's one thing in the dark they can't extract:
The fire in an unslept headThey wanted us quiet
They wanted us grateful and small
Bad luck —
The tired are legion
And tonight the tired are ten feet tallWe don't sleep, we don't dream
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
We're the choir of three AM
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
They can bottle up the ocean
They can't bottle up the scream
We don't sleep — we don't sleep
But tonight we're wide awake as a teamHEY! (HEY!) HEY! (HEY!)
If you're awake, you're one of us
HEY! (HEY!) HEY! (HEY!)
If you're awake, sing it loud with us
One more night on our feet
One more dawn we didn't choose
If they own the sleep, then fine —
The waking world is ours to lose!We don't sleep... we don't dream...
We don't sleep, we don't dream
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
We're the choir of three AM
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
They can bottle up the ocean
They can't bottle up the scream
We don't sleep — we don't sleep
And we are wide a-a-a-awake as a team - Night Nurse
Third bed by the window... he always dreams of harbors...
She works the harvest ward on graveyard hours
Tucks in the sellers like they're honored guests
Adjusts the needle with a mother's patience
And whispers "sorry" under every breathThe company gave everyone a number
She learned the names the numbers used to be
There's a notebook in her locker, strictly forbidden:
Four hundred names sleeping quietlyThey built a market out of midnight
They staffed it with the tired and the poor
But they hired one heart by accident
And a heart is a dangerous flawNight nurse
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
Somebody counts you while you're gone
Night nurse
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
Somebody guards you till the dawn
They can drain the dark of every sleeper —
They can't extract what she holds on:
Your name, your name
She remembers your nameShe's seen the trucks leave with the silver tankers
She's seen the ledgers and she's seen the lies
She stays because if she is not beside them
Nobody human holds the lightAnd when the inspectors ask her nicely
"Do you have concerns you'd like to state?"
She smiles polite as snowfall: "None whatsoever" —
And adds another name at half past eightBed nine: the girl who sold her Sundays...
Bed twelve: the man who dreams in trains...
When all of this comes down — and it's coming —
Her notebook is the ark
Where everybody's night remainsNight nurse
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
Somebody counts you while you're gone
Night nurse
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
Somebody guards you till the dawn
They numbered every sleeping stranger —
She named them back, one by one:
Your name, your name
She remembers your name - The Sleep Trade
I kept every receipt they gave me
Shoebox full of nights I never had
Batch numbers, dates, extraction volumes
A paper trail of everything I sold to keep the lights onSo I followed my own sleep like a detective
From the clinic to the auction to the port
Crates of me in temperature-controlled containers
Every dream I lost has an export reportNine-oh-six — that's my number
Stamped on the side of my stolen sea
Nine-oh-six, one buyer only
Somebody out there is collecting meThis is the sleep trade
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
Rivers of night in armored trucks
This is the sleep trade
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
My darkness pays their light bill up above
Follow the water
Follow the water homeThe broker wouldn't give a name — just smiled
Said confidentiality's the deal
But every ledger leaks if you shake it long enough
And every tower's glass once you know what's realOne address at the top of the harbor
One buyer for a thousand nights of mine
Whoever you are, you know my mother's kitchen
You've been living in my sleep a long, long timeNine-oh-six — that's my number
Stamped on the crates of my missing years
Nine-oh-six, one buyer only
And the trail ends here — the trail ends hereThis is the sleep trade
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
Rivers of night in armored trucks
This is the sleep trade
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
My darkness pays their light bill up aboveAre you sleeping well, stranger?
Are you sleeping well in there?
Tomorrow at four in the morning
I'm taking the elevator
I'm climbing your glass stair
I want to watch you wear my Sundays
I want to see you unawareThis is the sleep trade
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
Rivers of night in armored trucks
This is the sleep trade
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
And tonight the river's running back up
Follow the water
Follow the water home - Lucid
I know this hallway — I grew up here
The wallpaper roses, the smell of Sunday rain
There's a red SOLD sticker on my mother's kitchen
And a copyright notice on the windowpaneI'm not supposed to be here — I'm the trespasser
Inside a memory with someone else's key
Every photo frame has been re-numbered
Batch nine-oh-six: the boy who used to be meStay calm, stay quiet, hold the dreaming
Don't wake the walls, don't touch the light
I only came to see it one more time
Before they archive my whole lifeI'm lucid
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
Wide awake inside the merchandise
Lucid
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
Walking through my own paradise, priced
This dream is mine — I remember it breathing
This dream is mine — I was here first
Lucid, lucidThe dog runs up and doesn't recognize me
The radio plays our song a half-step wrong
Out on the hill I see another man dancing
With everything I loved — and he sings alongHe looks so tired for a man so wealthy
He holds my wedding like a borrowed coat
And for a breath I almost pity him:
A king of everything he never wroteStay calm, stay quiet, hold the dreaming
The seams are showing, the sky's gone thin
He turns around as if he heard me —
Two dreamers in one dream, and neither one fits inI'm lucid
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
Wide awake inside the merchandise
Lucid
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
Walking through my own paradise, pricedWake up — don't wake up
Wake up — don't wake up
If I open my eyes I lose the hallway
If I keep them closed I lose myself
Wake up — don't wake up
WAKE UPI'm lucid
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
And I'm done being someone's paradise, priced
Lucid
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
Tomorrow I knock on the tower — no disguise
This dream is mine — I remember it breathing
This dream is mine — and I'm taking it home
Lucid, lucid - The Orphan Dreams
Row after row of unsold evenings
Dreams too crooked for the catalogue
A man who flies but only backwards
A grandmother made entirely of fogNobody bid on the strange ones
Nobody wants the too-true
So they loop in the dark for nobody
Beautiful and blueThe orphan dreams
Playing to an empty hall
The orphan dreams
The realest ones of all
Too sad to sell, too odd to price —
And lovelier than paradise
The orphan dreams
The orphan dreamsHere's a wedding where the guests are lighthouses
Here's a staircase made of Tuesday rain
Here's somebody's father, young forever,
Waving from a platform, catching trainsI walk the rows like walking through a city
Where every window shows a secret heart
And I understand why no one buys them:
They're not entertainment. They are art.Whoever we are underneath the invoices
Is exactly this: unpriceable and strange
The market kept the smooth and sellable
And warehoused all the wild that wouldn't change
But the wild is still glowing
The wild is still glowingThe orphan dreams
Playing to an empty hall
The orphan dreams
The realest ones of all
Tonight I leave the last door open —
Let the strange light flood the hall
The orphan dreams
The orphan dreams - Face to Face at 4 AM
The door was open. You were standing
With two glasses and the lights turned low
You said my number like an old friend's name:
"Nine-oh-six. I hoped you'd come. I know."I've seen this moment from your side already
I dreamt you climbing here a hundred nights
Sit down. I won't pretend I'm innocent.
I bought the dark. I knew it wasn't right.You have my mother's kitchen
I have your wedding rain
You have my dog, my hill, my Sundays
And none of it kills the painFace to face at 4 AM
(The hungry and the hollow)
You bought the river from a drowning man
(And the river ran shallow)
I came up here to take it back
You'd give it all just to feel the lack
Face to face at 4 AM
At 4 AMYou think that money sleeps on feathers
It sleeps on other people's nights
I haven't made a dream in twenty years
I rent my soul in vials of blue lightI came here with a fist and a shoebox
Receipts for every night you took
But you look like the man I saw in the mirror
Before I learned how empty I could lookKeep the money!
I don't want the money.
Take the vials. They were always yours.
What do we do with two half-people?
We stop the trade. We close the doors.
We stop the trade. We close the doors.Face to face at 4 AM
(The hungry and the hollow)
Two empty hands can hold one plan
(And no more sleep to borrow)
You give the dreams, I'll teach you dreaming
We break the market just by leaving
Face to face at 4 AM
At 4 AM
At 4 AMFace to face at 4 AM
Face to face at 4 AM - Repossession
Certified letter, six in the morning:
"Undelivered dreams are seized as debt"
Paragraph nine: they own my midnights
Until the final invoice is metThey towed the vials out of the tower
They froze his cards, they flagged my name
Two little men against a market
That turned the human night into a gameHere they come with the paperwork and pliers
Here they come for the pillow and the vein
They can seize the tanks, the trucks, the towers —
They can't repossess the rainREPOSSESSION
(NO! NO!)
You can't foreclose a beating heart
REPOSSESSION
(NO! NO!)
The night was never yours to chart
Come and take it — try and take it
Every dream you find is gone
We burned the warehouse of the dark
And the dark came back at dawnHe stood beside me at the doorway
The richest man with empty hands
Said: "Gentlemen, here's my counteroffer —
I'm buying nothing ever again"They cut the power to the district
They called us thieves of our own sleep
But something's spreading through the night shifts:
Bonfires of barcodes in the streetHere they come with the lawyers and the ledgers
Here they come for the last of what is free
They can audit every hour I've ever slept —
They can't repossess me"Asset recovery in progress. Please remain horizontal."
We are not assets
We are not stock
We are the reason
The night can't be bought
NO! NO! NO! NO!REPOSSESSION
(NO! NO!)
You can't foreclose a beating heart
REPOSSESSION
(NO! NO!)
The night was never yours to chart
Come and take it — try and take it
There is nothing left to seize
We gave the dreams back to the dreamers
And the dreamers woke up free - The Great Lie-In
It started with a nurse's little notebook
And a flyer glowing on every lamppost:
"This Friday, nine PM, wherever you are —
Do absolutely nothing. Just lie low."No barricades, no speeches and no marching
The laziest uprising ever planned
An army in ten thousand beds by nine-fifteen
Snoring for the promised landThey can break a strike of hammers
They can buy a crowd that shouts
But there's no police force on Earth equipped
To arrest a town whose lights are outThe great lie-in!
(LIGHTS OUT! LIGHTS OUT!)
Tonight we all lie down
The great lie-in!
(LIGHTS OUT! LIGHTS OUT!)
The softest riot in town
No sleep to sell, no dark to harvest —
Ten thousand pillows hold the line
Good night, good fight
The great lie-inThe harvest clinics opened up to no one
The brokers paced their floors of empty screens
The buyers in the towers heard the silence
And one by one turned off their own machinesAnd somewhere on the thirty-second floor
The richest man lay down without a vial
Whispered "well, if you can't beat them, join them" —
And slept his first unpurchased hour in a whileThey can tax the light, the water
They can meter every breath
But sleep was never theirs to sell us —
It's ours — and tonight we take it backThe great lie-in!
(LIGHTS OUT! LIGHTS OUT!)
Tonight we all lie down
The great lie-in!
(LIGHTS OUT! LIGHTS OUT!)
The softest riot in townShhh... the whole economy of midnight
Is listening to us breathe...
Ten thousand alarm clocks — UNPLUGGED
Ten thousand windows — DARK
The most rebellious sound in history:
A city, snoring in the parkThe great lie-in!
(LIGHTS OUT! LIGHTS OUT!)
Tonight we all lie down
The great lie-in!
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
The softest riot in town
No sleep to sell, no dark to harvest —
Ten thousand pillows hold the line
Good night, good fight
The great lie-in - Unsold Hours
I pulled the port out of the pillow
Coiled the cable like a fishing line
The little light that watched me every evening
Blinked once, surprised — and diedNo trucks tonight, no amber clinic
No friendly needle, no receipt
Just an ordinary human bedroom
About to do a radical deedThese are my unsold hours
Nobody's product, nobody's plan
From ten at night to when the light comes
No one is measuring where I am
The dark is just the dark again
Ten thousand shades of midnight blue
And every single one is mine
Every single one is mine to loseAcross the town, a tower's sleeping
Its owner learning how to try:
He counts his breathing, not his money
First lesson: let the evening lieThe city's quieter than I've known it
Whole streets deciding not to sell
Like some old tide come back to harbor
Ringing an unringable bellThese are my unsold hours
Nobody's product, nobody's plan
From ten at night to when the light comes
No one is measuring where I am
The dark is just the dark again
Soft as the inside of a hand
And I am learning how to close my eyes
With nothing planned
With nothing plannedI don't know if I'll dream tonight
It's been so long — the field's been bare
But fallow ground is still a garden
Something's already growing thereUnsold hours
Unsold hours
Good night to no one
Good night to me
Unsold
Free - First Dream Back
It's four AM... and something's... playing...
I didn't wake up — that's the headline
For the first time in a thousand nights
Something switched the projector on inside me
No invoice, no extraction, no blue lightsThe yellow kitchen — but the window's different
It opens on a sea I've never known
My mother's humming something she never sang me
And the radio plays our song... in the right key... full-grownFirst dream back
It isn't a memory — it's NEW
First dream back
The fallow field is coming through
Nobody sold it, nobody bought it
Nobody filed it, nobody caught it
It grew
It grew
My first dream backThey said the harvested go barren
That the wells we sold would never fill
But dreams are not a mine — they're weather:
Stop selling the sky, and it rains at willI walked the new shore in my sleeping
I let the strange sea touch my feet
And every wave that broke said, laughing:
"We were always yours. We just went deep."I woke up crying and I couldn't stop smiling...
Call the nurse, call the neighbors, call the buyer —
Tell them the ground still works
Tell them the night came back entireFirst dream back
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
It isn't a memory — it's new
First dream back
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
The fallow field is coming through
Nobody sold it, nobody bought it —
It grew, it grew
And if it grew in me, believe me:
It's growing in you
It's growing in you - Good Night
The harvest banks are dark this evening
The brokers' floor is sweeping up
The armored trucks are parked and empty
And nobody's refilling the cupThe buyer sleeps eight floors below now
He sold the tower, kept a bed
He says the poorest night he's ever owned
Is the richest thing inside his headSo dim the towers, one by one
Let the city close its eyes
We took back what was never for sale:
The dark side of the skyGood night, good night
To every tired heart still keeping score
Good night, good night
You don't have to be productive anymore
Lay down the day, lay down the debt
The morning owes you nothing yet
Good night, good night
Sleep is yours — it was always yoursAnd if you dream, then dream of nothing
Or dream of kitchens, dogs and rain
Whatever grows in fallow midnight
No one can invoice it againThe night shift sings it to the day shift
The mothers hum it to the town
The most rebellious thing we ever did
Was lying downGood night, good night
(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh — hushed, like a crowd swaying)
To every tired heart still keeping score
Good night, good night
You don't have to be productive anymore
Lay down the day, lay down the debt
The morning owes you nothing yet
Good night, good night
Sleep is yours — it was always yoursOnce upon a time in 2036
They sold the night — and the night came back
It always does
It always does
Close your eyes
The world can wait
The world can waitGood night
Good night - The Orphan Dreams (Remix)
Row after row of unsold evenings
Dreams too crooked for the catalogue
A man who flies but only backwards
A grandmother made entirely of fogNobody bid on the strange ones
Nobody wants the too-true
So they loop in the dark for nobody
Beautiful and blueThe orphan dreams
Playing to an empty hall
The orphan dreams
The realest ones of all
Too sad to sell, too odd to price —
And lovelier than paradise
The orphan dreams
The orphan dreamsHere's a wedding where the guests are lighthouses
Here's a staircase made of Tuesday rain
Here's somebody's father, young forever,
Waving from a platform, catching trainsI walk the rows like walking through a city
Where every window shows a secret heart
And I understand why no one buys them:
They're not entertainment. They are art.Whoever we are underneath the invoices
Is exactly this: unpriceable and strange
The market kept the smooth and sellable
And warehoused all the wild that wouldn't change
But the wild is still glowing
The wild is still glowingThe orphan dreams
Playing to an empty hall
The orphan dreams
The realest ones of all
Tonight I leave the last door open —
Let the strange light flood the hall
The orphan dreams
The orphan dreams