Dreams Arrive with Susan Boyle
Susan Boyle. Much has been written about this remarkable singer, and I can add little to it. For me, it’s a literal “star is born” moment, but that’s been noted by thousands already. Sometimes stereotypes rise above us, and Susan Boyle will sing that lesson for us, I pray, for many years.
And the song she chose, I Dreamed a Dream, from Les Miserables. Most of us live that song – dreaming simple dreams, so often dashed and broken in the complexity of even the simplest lives. And here we have Ms. Boyle, who says she’s “never been kissed,” an unemployed charity worker who lives with her cat, Pebbles (lucky Pebbles). She spent years caring for her aged parents. Hollywood could not write this, this had to be written in the voice of a never again anonymous Susan Boyle, whose choice of a song about lost dreams is the perfect irony to the dream Ms. Boyle has now attained.
Please, keep the makeover artists, the smarmy agents, the crooks, the liars, and the shady producers from her door. I’ve lived a semi-long life and have witnessed so-called overnight phenoms, most of them of the Britney Spears variety. Ms. Boyle is the dream movie script made real. Let her be. Just Susan Boyle. Let her do, without artifice, what she was born to do – sing for a world so in need of soothing tones.
If you are one of the few people on our planet who has not seen this, sit back, and be enveloped by a too long hidden fame. Predictably, the ability to embed this has been removed by YouTube, so just click on this link. It will open in a new window or tab.
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving.
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used
And wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung
No wine untasted.
But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dream to shame.
And still
I dream he’ll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms
We cannot weather…
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I’m living
so different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed
The dream I dreamed.
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