Dancy's Dream

Well.  I've been thinking over the last few days, that maybe, just maybe I should "clean up" this blog.  I have posted some pretty X and XXX pictures and think maybe I should clean it up.  But then I look at who my audience is, and I don't think they mind it the least bit.  But what if I want to expand my audience?

Hmmmm.... Should I go with R rated or just X and not XXX?

Here is my thought.  This blog is supposed to be about who I am.  I am a little bit clean and a little dirty, and some times real dirty.  So should I post who I am, or who I wish I were?  I'm somwhere in between the hymns on Sunday morning and the sins in my dreams.

I heard this on my i-pad while I was taking a shower. It has been one of my favorite songs since I first heard it.  It is about a man that is sitting in church, talking about the devil in his dreams.  The "sins in Dancy's Dreams."

"Every night the devil comes and walks through Dancy's Dreams. She(He) take him by the hand and lead him back to New Orleans. A good man's goin' crazy somewhere in between, The hymns on Sunday mornin' and the sins in Dancy's Dream."

This song has haunted me forever.  It almost makes me tear up when I hear it. I didn't grow up in a "Lighthouse Gospel Church," but a main stream evangelical.   "But no one could have guessed
What he was prayin' deep inside."

Listen.  Read the Lyrics.  Find that devil inside of you.

Full Lyrics

Dancy's Dream

Restless Heart

Dancy was a deacon
Every Sunday found him there
At the Lighthouse Gospel Church
With his hands folded in prayer
And standin' right beside him
Was his pretty hometown bride
But no one could have guessed
What he was prayin' deep inside

Dancy has a demon
Livin' Somewhere in his past
That dark-haired Cajun angel
Was the devil dressed in black
Was it really voodoo
Or just weakness in the man
The only time he ever fell
Was when she took his hand

(CHORUS)

Oh It's been so long, but it's still so strong
Every night the devil comes and walks through Dancy's dream
She takes him by the hand and leads him back to New Orleans
A good man's goin' crazy somewhere in between
The hymns on Sunday mornin' and the sins in Dancy's dream

Sometimes it's almost like
He was never even there
But other times he swears he smells
The flowers in her hair
He never told his secret
No one would understand
She's the only one who's seen
The dark side of the man