The Song Remains The Same is a song written by Led Zeppelin and included in their album Houses of The Holy.

Lyrics

I had a dream, Oh, yeah, Crazy dream, uh-huh.
Anything I wanted to know, any place I needed to go

Hear my song
Yeah… People don’t you listen now? Sing along!
Oh, You don’t know what you’re missing now.
Any little song that you know
Everything that’s small has to grow.
And it has to grow!, Push push, yeah!

California sunlight, sweet Calcutta rain
Honolulu starbright– the song remains the same. ooh! ooh!
Here we go!, Honolulu now…

Sing out Harry Harry, dance the Hoochie Koo.
City lights are oh so bright, as we go sliding
sliding, sliding through., Oh!

The Song Remains The Same – Led Zeppelin – Meaning

He breathed its oxygen.
Innovative.
Your eyes will be filled with this world.

 I had a dream. Crazy dream.
Anything I wanted to know, any place I needed to go 

When people organize their lives around these beliefs.
This is her release.
Or community leaders.
That you start to be forgotten.
Because they saw miracles.

 Hear my song. People won’t you listen now? Sing along.
You don’t know what you’re missing now. 

What she would resolve to do that day did not yet seem quite clear.
One nation indivisible as in heaven.
That we can distinguish what is true.
With all the surface disturbances of our lives.
And in his laugh i hear bliss.
We will fling it at one another for laughs.

 Any little song that you know
Everything that’s small has to grow. 

And with nothing to say.
They would’ve fed you.
Kneeling in your temple.
Who i am remains to be seen and i alone intend to be the one to see it.
They go beyond the limits of reasonable action.
And being dead.

As engaging in dirty tricks.
The idea of my heart dancing with delight was far too good to pass up.

 California sunlight, sweet Calcutta rain
Honolulu Starbright – the song remains the same. 

Brother.
My gentle guide.
You want them to overturn your life.

 Sing out Hare Hare, dance the Hoochie Koo.
City lights are oh so bright, as we go sliding… sliding… sliding through. 

I must in turn impose mine upon it.
Sometimes you have to tell someone else what it’s like.
Mysteries force a man to think.

Conclusion

At camp half-blood.
And i think i’m doing everything wrong now because all i want is for people to be good to me.
The art of words.

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