This one came in a dream, literally. I saw poor old Michael Jackson, kind of writhing in drug induced fear and agony, being held by his choreographer (who I chose to call Jesus because it's really hard to find a word that rhymes with choreographer...). Later in the same dream I saw a friend of my Ravi, a big piano with some hard to press wooden keys, and some little children who were enjoying themselves. At fourteen months clean (again) this material certainly exists under my own skin. This song was hard to write, and hard to sing. I understand that. I hope it communicates....

No More Sugar Plum Dancing Fairy

1-In a dream I saw Michael Joseph Jackson
Doubled over in pain
Gathered up into the arms of Jesus
Who was trying to keep him sane
He was crying that he took some poison
That was making him hurt
Just some powder that he kept in a bottle
In the pocket of his shirt

Bridge

In the morning the sweat comes rolling
And your body starts to ache
Black fear dog is howling by your window
And your hands begin to shake
No more Disneyland sleepy time visions
Until the needle finds your vein
Got to find a little more magic beige powder
For to take away the pain...

2-I remember those tropical breezes
That were blowing in my life
I had some friends and I had some family
I had some children and a wife
I was a king and the world was my castle
And all of us were safe
All it took was some powder in a bottle
I kept taking out to play...

Bridge

In the morning the sweat comes rolling
And the fevers come to call
Black fear dog is howling by your window
So you turn and face the wall
No more sugar plum dancing fairy
Is gonna visit your head
Got to find a little more magic beige powder
For the drawer by your bed...

3-In a dream I saw my good friend Ravi
We were walking in a hall
He sat me down at a big old piano
I could see my fingers fall
All the children singing glory hallelujah
A melody began to form
I was standing with some powder in a bottle
In the middle of a storm...

Bridge

In the morning the sweat comes rolling
And your body starts to ache
Black fear dog howling by your window
And your hands begin to shake
No more Dorothy gone to see the Wizard
The Wicked Witch ain't dead
Got to find a little more magic beige powder
For the drawer by your bed...

4-In a dream I saw Michael Joseph Jackson
Getting ready to dance... (less info)