Through the Living Hope

So a couple nights ago I had this dream that I was performing in a music group. There was a keys player, upright bass, guitar (Tom Morello was the guitarist??? but he had a beard????), and I was on violin. Tom Morello and I were doing vocals.

So anyway we got through our setlist, but the crowd wanted us to keep going, and we didn't have an encore. So, slightly freaking out, I said to the musicians, "Okay, we'll just improv." And I told the keys player to mess around with C, which they did, and slowly we added the other instruments and improved a very bluesy tune. I remember two things about the lyrics.

1. Tom Morello did the first verse and I did the second.

2. The chorus was the title of the song in a four-count pattern of dotted eighth, sixteenth, triplet, dotted eighth, sixteenth, quarter, and it was me speak-singing it and then Tom Morello yelling it in the audience's faces, because the two of us were wandering around in the crowd for some reason.

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The song was called "Baby Bee's Can't Be Mama Bees."