Donovan’s Dread

When will we ever feel the sun?
When will we ever have some fun?
When will we ever be all but done with our accomplishments?
Fulfilled by mass acknowledgement?
Relieved of our embarrassment?
When? When?

You say that the dream solidifies the means
But I reject my assignment to the underground machine
You wave the goal approaching the divine
As I choose to subsist within my own imaginary lines

Why must we congenially drink the rain?
Why must we eventually taste the pain?
Why must we ever be all but hung for our proficiency?
Stung by our own technology?
Loathed for our non-apology?
Why? Why?

Where is the roadmap to the promised land?
Where is the soft and sympathetic hand?
Where is the hunger for the justice of our own righteousness?
Promotion of our exultance?
Adoption of our endorsement?
Where? Where? Where? Where? Where? Where?

Composition © 2005 Ric Albano
Publication © 2005, 2009, 2011 Cygnus Wave Music

Performers
Ric Albano
Keyboards, Bass, Percussion, Vocals
Bret Alexander
Acoustic Guitar

Listener Guide
Grade

Analysis: A very unique song that added a lighter edge to the “deep” mood of Imaginary Lines I, this song was written and recorded rather quickly towards the end of production of the first album.

Song Trivia
This song’s title is completely frivilous, lifted from a New Orleans phone book, from which ad copy was actually read by Ric Albano under the lead section.