Fragment of an unknown epic

Just woke from a long dream that ended with the singing of an unknown song, some of the words of which I recall (as well as the guitar-accompanied melody):

For nothing remains precious
besides the sea
and the windswept mechanisms
And we in our temple
give ___ to the ___

Joe was singing preceding lines first. There's a vague sense that he was more familiar with it. I sang the above lines, then couldn't remember further words; nor could Joe, who filled in by verbally sketching the next plot-continuing stanza. An audience was casually gathered and the scene was loosely didactic. The setting was an underground club or small cavern with the ambience of a comfortable ruin. A guy in the audience then raised a critique-like question and Joe referred to the simple chord changes of a familiar ancient pop epic.

The accompanying emotion was of the pleasure of recollection and learned rediscovery, like the act of pulling back half-remembered poetry or the archaeologist sharing his work.

September 17, 2002 04:27 AM