Friday, April 17, 2009

But the tigers come at night ... And they turn your dream to shame

Candidate #4321 Susan Boyle, nearly 48yo, currently unemployed but still looking

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY

The YouTube embedding has been disabled by request but make sure you check this one out if you haven't seen it yet.

I Dreamed a Dream
From Les Miserables
[Fantine is left alone, unemployed and destitute]

[FANTINE]
There was a time when men were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time
Then it all went wrong

I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted

But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
And they turn your dream to shame

He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came

And still I dream he'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather

I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.
- lyrics source

2 comments:

Dina Roberts said...

I love how you titled your post.

Gave me goosebumps.

I wonder how many times Susan Boyle dreamed of doing what she finally did. And how many times were her dreams shot down?

Bill Kerr said...

hi dina,

thanks for seeing that too
:-)

Reading and thinking about the lyrics of the extraordinary song (it's really a beautiful poem) that Susan chose adds another dimension of the what you see on the surface compared with the gold underneath, to this cathartic event

It operates at a number of levels some of which were missed by the Britain's Got Talent crew, even though I thought they did a good job too - great shots of faces in the audience before (disapproving, who does she think she is) and after (we have just witnessed nirvana)

I loved the way Susan celebrated her triumph at the end, too, foot stamping and pumping the air with her fist