Brave New World Sarah Hart

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Lyrics

I had that dream again last night
The one where I am flying
Through a hazy, peaceful blue
Everything seems nice
All the world is right
Til I open my eyes

To the stinging alarm
And the chip on my shoulder
One more day to live and breathe
To get a little bit older, uh-huh,
But a little bit bolder...

Cause every day is a brave new world
Gotta have faith, gotta be courageous
Every day is a brave new world
Where I must go

So I'll breathe in deep again
And put on the colored glasses
I have no idea what I am doing, Lord,
But I can't afford to give up now (when)

Maybe the red shoes didn't fit
And I'm still stuck in Kansas
But it's beautiful,
So beautiful here... anyway... (where)

Artist Reflection

Sometimes when you are writing a song, you are venting. Just venting. "Brave New World" actually happens to be one of those such songs.

Evie was a few months old and Addie was about 2. We had one of those days where the phone rang off the hook, the house was a disaster, the diaper "incidents" had been horrible (Evie had two baths that day) and I didn't get a shower before Kevin got to work, which meant I didn't get one at all. It was so nutty that day I remember not making dinner; when Kevin got home from work I literally had Evie in my arms and Addie was clinging to my leg as I dragged her around the house. Poor guy. He walked in and I handed him Evie, attached Addie to HIS leg, and said "I'm going upstairs for a while, and I probably shouldn't be disturbed." I think he knew I was about to blow.

I had a dream a few nights earlier about flying — to where, I can't recall — and I just sat in front of the computer and wrote about the dream and about my frustrations. I think the lyrics took about ten minutes. I didn't really have any idea where it was going when I sat down to write it; only that I wanted to vent. And through venting, I realized that I COULD choose to be bitter about all sorts of things — no time, no space, getting older, not getting a shower, yada yada yada — but the tradeoff was my BEAUTIFUL family!! I could be frustrated about losing these little parts of selfish me, or I could wake up every day and say "Okay, God. You see that these are not easy days for me. But I love my family, so help me to put on the rose-colored glasses and see the beauty. I have no clue what I'm doing most days, but I can't give up. Sheesh, this mom stuff — life, for that matter — takes courage! Help me be brave."

Amen.

As for those red shoes (see lyrics) . . . I fancied myself Dorothy Gale throughout childhood. To be "stuck in Kansas" is not such a bad thing, you know. There's no place like home.

- Sarah Hart