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SNOOZE BLUES.-Version 1- by Matthew F. Blowers III
We take time to slumber
though our days are numbered
we’re all left encumbered
whether older or younger
losing over 1/4th of our lives
23 years and 3 months
if you live to be 70......
8 to 12 hours plundered
by our nightly hunger
to just slip away
into dreams that make
no sense at all....
Yet we answer nights call
Our biological clock
demands that daily we stop
and crawl into bed
to rest our weary heads
Our brains have been wired
to know rest is required
and if you’ve ever gone sleepless
for more than three days
you can tell horror stories
of how it made you pay
But often I ponder
what if science could conquer
how our nights are all squandered
in somnambulant states
shutting down the synapses
in our brains that relax us
without harming our bodies.
By increasing the output
of vast energy flows
always feeling refreshed
with no beds or pillows
and no need for time wasted
what a gift they’d bestow.
Imagine a four day plus
sixteen hour weekend
to do whatever you want
with your family and friends
242 extra weekend days
to spend as you wish
in wonderful ways
Imagine a world
that is always awake
so much more could be done
that our sleeping forsakes
Far more Music and Art
flowing in endless streams
an industrious society
all living their dreams.
Those who hunger could be fed
by the increased production
there’d be plenty for all
with sleep’s deconstruction
with so many new jobs
by our hours extending
poverty would just vanish
and all our woes would be ending
Lots of time to find cures
for diseases that claim
far too many of us
in more hours regained
There would be no unrest
because no rest would be needed
things they never got done
could at last be completed
or they’d all be unseated.
Yeah, they'd all be unseated
But unfortunately
all this is not yet discovered
and I find myself longing
for my pillows and covers
cause my brain has grown tired
and my body is pleading
for eight hours of nothing
that I’m suddenly needing
So I’m ending this song
full of fantasy and rhyme
cause I’ve suddenly realized
It way past my bedtime..
eight more hours of my life
just snoozed all away
"Goodnight."
"I'll see you tomorrow."
"Sweet dreams
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By Art~Whimsically YoursWe take time to slumber
though our days are numbered
we’re all left encumbered
whether older or younger
losing over 1/4th of our lives
23 years and 3 months
if you live to be 70......
8 to 12 hours plundered
by our nightly hunger
to just slip away
into dreams that make
no sense at all....
Yet we answer nights call
Our biological clock
demands that daily we stop
and crawl into bed
to rest our weary heads
Our brains have been wired
to know rest is required
and if you’ve ever gone sleepless
for more than three days
you can tell horror stories
of how it made you pay
But often I ponder
what if science could conquer
how our nights are all squandered
in somnambulant states
shutting down the synapses
in our brains that relax us
without harming our bodies.
By increasing the output
of vast energy flows
always feeling refreshed
with no beds or pillows
and no need for time wasted
what a gift they’d bestow.
Imagine a four day plus
sixteen hour weekend
to do whatever you want
with your family and friends
242 extra weekend days
to spend as you wish
in wonderful ways
Imagine a world
that is always awake
so much more could be done
that our sleeping forsakes
Far more Music and Art
flowing in endless streams
an industrious society
all living their dreams.
Those who hunger could be fed
by the increased production
there’d be plenty for all
with sleep’s deconstruction
with so many new jobs
by our hours extending
poverty would just vanish
and all our woes would be ending
Lots of time to find cures
for diseases that claim
far too many of us
in more hours regained
There would be no unrest
because no rest would be needed
things they never got done
could at last be completed
or they’d all be unseated.
Yeah, they'd all be unseated
But unfortunately
all this is not yet discovered
and I find myself longing
for my pillows and covers
cause my brain has grown tired
and my body is pleading
for eight hours of nothing
that I’m suddenly needing
So I’m ending this song
full of fantasy and rhyme
cause I’ve suddenly realized
It way past my bedtime..
eight more hours of my life
just snoozed all away
"Goodnight."
"I'll see you tomorrow."
"Sweet dreams