Waking From A Dream—Micah Gilbert

Micah Gilbert was born in Athens, Ga., and after years of self-taught intellect, and going from here to there, he landed in Scotland and is now finally being seen for what he has always been: a prodigy.  Like the duck-billed platypus, Gilbert is sui generis (one of a kind), because
Songwriter Micah Gilbert's song Waking From A Dream, Born In Athens, Raised in South Carolina, Living in Scotland, genius new indie music
there is no real category in which to put his music.

Why?

Well, first, even good new music doesn’t really have a category any longer.  Great new music? Forget about it!

The Three Categories For New Music:

  • Alternative Music seems more Hard Rock than anything else.
  • Indie, depending on who’s minding the controls, can either be sweet, good music or electronica-folk.
  • Songwriters encompasses a whole slew of cranked out sounds ranging from country, to electronica indie, to Christian, to some really very good bands, to some really, really crappy stuff.

With three categories that aren’t spot-on perfect…. where is one who wants to find really good music to go?  And where is one who wants to showcase really good music to go?  That’s my dilemma here.

Micah Gilbert makes really, really good music.  Micah Gilbert is a songwriter with a literary genius and musical brilliance.  And he knows how to find the right kind of musicians to complement his style (note that his brother, Adam Gilbert, Director of the Early Music Program at the University of Southern California’s Thornton School of Music, plays bagpipes on this song). If there were a category entitled Smart Indie – Micah Gilbert’s music would maybe fall into that category.  Otherwise, finding a category that encompasses all he does would be impossible.

So instead… read his lyric… really read them.  Or you’ll miss the complete pleasure. Read the lyrics then listen to the song:

Waking From A Dream—Micah Gilbert

Wind through the trees, shaking the boughs.
Boy in a dream, talking out loud.
A man on the street, reading a verse,
sound of his pain drowning his words.
The look of faces turning into stone.

Man on the moon, passion and soft
painting the sky in colors of earth.
Shadows in light like stains on a wall,
cast in the sand, are ageless and formed.
Weathered portraits painted in the dirt.

Calm becomes the wind,
distant like a sound.
Colder than a stone.
Older than the sea.

And I….I… I….I.. I’m waking from a dream.
And I… I… I….I.. I’m learning how to speak.
And I…. I’m learning how to be.

Colors of dawn drift from the sky,
leaving the world with nothing to hide,
with faces of walls burnished by sun,
shadow the dreams, waiting their turn.

Silence broken,
Shattered by the day.

Calm becomes the wind,
distant like a sound.
Colder than a stone.
Older than the sea.

And I….I… I….I.. I’m waking from a dream.
And I… I… I….I.. I’m learning how to speak.
And I…. I’m learning how to be.

Wind through the trees, shaking the boughs.
Boy in a dream, talking out loud…

La la la, la la la, la la la la

Listen to Micah Gilbert’s song Waking From A Dream.

Visit Micah Gilbert’s site: Secret Dear… being here now.

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