The Sound of a Million Dreams

Okay, it's no secret that I strongly rely on music as inspiration for my writing. So, once again, I'm veering away from last week's visual inspiration via hunky, hot, hard-bodied men...thanks again, Jennifer...and talk instead about lyrical inspirations. I've recently downloaded David Nail's newest CD called The Sound of a Million Dreams. The title cut is written by another favorite songwriter/singer of mine, named Phil Vassar. This beautiful song touched me in a way no song has before. It reminds me of how I feel about writing...how all of us feel, working...laboring...agonizing over our written words. We sacrifice long hours, days, nights, weekends, months or even years over a single storyline. All in hopes that when someone reads it, it'll strike a chord with them, invoke a memory or a feeling that makes them want to keep reading OUR work...and VOILA...we have a fan...or an agent...or even a publisher!


So I'm attaching a video of David singing my new favorite song, The Sound of a Million Dreams. Sorry ladies, he hasn't made an actual music video yet. This is all I could find. Hope you enjoy, and hope the link works for all of you. If not, look it up or download it...it's totally worth it.



Here are the lyrics:

THE SOUND OF A MILLION DREAMS

Seger was singing words I could believe in
and "Mainstreet" was my street that night.
So I called up Samantha and asked her the chance of
Us running out 'neath the moonlight.
Though she's not with me now, she can always be found
when I rewind the radio dial.
And like it was then, I feel her on my skin
and I'm back there for a while.

So I labor for hours 'cause I know the power
of a song when a song hits you right.
Pouring my soul into stories of life,
Hoping someone will hear one tonight.
Maybe my voice will cut through the noise
and stir up an old memory.
And out of these piano keys
comes the sound...the sound of a million dreams.

My 18th summer I was a cocky 'up and comer'
Crankin' up "Born to Run".
Turn left out the drive with the pistons open wide,
and I came back a Prodigal Son.
My spirit was broken, she threw the door open
I love you, not I told you so.
When I hear "Mama Tried" I still break down and cry
and pull to the side of the road.

So I labor for hours 'cause I know the power
of a song when a song hits you right.
Pouring my soul into stories of life,
Hoping someone will hear one tonight.
Maybe my voice will cut through the noise
and stir up an old memory.
And out of these piano keys
comes the sound...the sound of a million dreams.