A dream, a time, a
Intertwined with the
Nexus of the seasons and the
Ecstasy of our love
It is really one sentence:
A dream, a time, a lifeline; intertwined with the nexus of the seasons and the ecstasy of our love.
Overnight, my brother loaned me an acoustic guitar and I chilled alone in his room. The bass riff and chord progression came first and I started doing a call and response with the guitar solo. I moved between the melody, riff and chords for quite a while before the ideas really jelled. I scratched a couple of things down for the chords, just so I would not forget anything It is 5 notes and three chords, not much to forget. I didn’t have a recorder, and was working with a fuzzy head; regardless, that shows you how much I trust my sieve of a memory.
The song is in E minor, but I must have been experimenting with various forms of minor and chose to uses a minor dominant chord (v instead of V). The progression is
E minor (i) – B minor (v) – C major (VI)
Using the minor dominant keeps the d-natural that is part of the pentatonic scale, E-G-A-B-D-E. The riff leads to the tonic: E-G-A-B-E. It is super simple, using the open strings of E and A. I really like the resolution from B minor to C major. The quality of the major chord against the minor dominant adds to the resolved quality, but still needing to return to the tonic chord of E minor. Because of the minor dominant, it is only sort of kind of a deceptive cadence, v-VI, again missing the chromatic D# that would lead to the E (the third of the C major chord). Things like this fascinate me as a music theorist. What it really comes down to is that it sounds good.
As a vocal, it is sung is slightly different: “A dream, a time, [baby] you’re my lifeline; Intertwined with the nexus of the seasons and the ecstasy of our love.” I think you will agree that this has more passion. There are two reasons: “baby” is affectionate and screams as if from Robert Plant; and, “you’re my” uses the keyword “you” that connects directly to, well, YOU.
When we were making our wedding plans, Aline suggested that we put the lyrics on the wedding invitation. I paused, thought about the last line and asked her if she was sure…that it was not too risqué. I had already learned not to question a woman’s intuition and went with her decision. It hangs in our bedroom.