A Series of Dreams: "The cards are no good that you're holding, unless they're from another world."

You can click on headline above for the original video or go to YouTube below for a copy. The original is of better quality. But it's an extraordinary video production, extremely creative and moving, for a song that was never released on an official album and for years was only available as a bootleg. When Columbia began the official "Bootleg Series," it is the final song off the third ablum. I'll post the lyrics below the YouTube copy.



I was thinking of a series of dreams
Where nothing comes up to the top
Everything stays down where it's wounded
And comes to a permanent stop
Wasn't thinking of anything specific
Like in a dream, when someone wakes up and screams
Nothing too very scientific
Just thinking of a series of dreams

Thinking of a series of dreams
Where the time and the tempo fly
And there's no exit in any direction
'Cept the one that you can't see with your eyes
Wasn't making any great connection
Wasn't falling for any intricate scheme
Nothing that would pass inspection
Just thinking of a series of dreams

Dreams where the umbrella is folded
Into the path you are hurled
And the cards are no good that you're holding
Unless they're from another world

In one, numbers were burning
In another, I witnessed a crime
In one, I was running, and in another
All I seemed to be doing was climb
Wasn't looking for any special assistance
Not going to any great extremes
I'd already gone the distance
Just thinking of a series of dreams