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8.08-HUNG UP ON A DREAM (Zombies)

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[Intro]

Well I remember yesterday
Just drifting slowly through a crowded street
With neon darkness shimmering through the haze
A sea of faces rippling in the heat.
And from that nameless changing crowd
A sweet vibration seemed to fill the air.
I stood astounded staring hard
At men with flowers resting in their hair.

[Break]

        A sweet confusion filled my mind
        Until I woke up only finding
        Everything was just a dream,
        A dream unusual of its kind
        That gave me peace and blew my mind
        And now I'm hung up on a dream.

They spoke with soft persuading words
About a living creed of gentle love
And turned from harm to sounds unheard
And showed me strangest clouded sights above
Which gentle touched my aching mind
And soothed the wanderings of my troubled brain.
Sometimes I think I'll never find
Such purity and peace of mind again.

[Coda]


Hung Up on a Dream is a well composed song, opening with a strong piano melody that introduces a song with long lyric lines. An instrumental break serves as a lengthy piece of variety and transition into the “dream”, a B section that melodically illustrates a wavering dream state. This is followed by a graceful return to the A section, furthering the “vision” portrayed, and the song ends with a piano, choir and mellotron. Though the piano melody in the A section only lasts two lines without repetition of the phrase, the lyrics never repeat themselves. The heavy use of mellotron in this song, which acts as a sort of organ, is much like that Moody Blues in albums released after July 1968.

The dream portrayed in the song is certainly a hippie idyll. Further, there might be a bit of male bonding in the song, for the dream is of men with flowers “resting” in their hair, rather than the usual image of hippie girls who would wear them. These men preach “gentle love” and their message brings the poet peace. The song attempts to recapture a vision, a longed-for vision to which the poet wishes he could return. There’s not the least indication that this vision has to do with the ingestion of some hallucinogen; but the interest in “vision” itself was a popular reason why one took LSD. The seeking of “vision” is in itself an indication of a psychedelic aesthetic, by whatever means that vision was arrived at.

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