Carcass
"Buried Dreams"
Welcome, it's a world of hate
Your life of buried dreams
Smothered by the soils of fate
Welcome to a world of pain
Bitterness, your only wealth
The sands of time kicked in your face
Rubbed in your face
When aspirations are squashed
When life's chances are lost
When all hope is gone
When expectations are quashed
When self esteem is lost
When ambition is mourned
And all you need is hate
When aspirations are squashed
When life's chances are lost
When all hope is gone
When expectations are quashed
When self esteem is lost
When ambition is mourned
And all you need is hate
In futility for self preservation
We all need someone
Someone to hate
Welcome to a world of hate
Hate
When aspirations are squashed
When life's chances are lost
When all hope is gone
When expectations are quashed
When self esteem is lost
When ambition is mourned
And all you need is hate
Hate
Though out "The Ocean At The End Of The Lane" adults are shown as attempting to instill their version of reality, and suppress the creativity of children. The adults are always seen as over powering figures destroying the child's reality, as the boy thought "The door was locked. Locked doors stopped people coming in [...] The door exploded inward" (71). The main point of power of the adults comes from their age, which is seen as the source of power. This is seen as Ursula Monkton states "You're just a little boy. I'm a grown-up. I was an adult when your world was a ball of molten rock. I can do whatever I wish to you." (86) The power of age is further depicted as the little boy thinks "She was an adult – no, more than an adult. She was old. And I have never felt more like a child"(118). As the song "Buried Dreams" depicts, as one grows up they lose their beliefs, their fantasies, and their self esteem. This causes many adults to be hateful, and within this book the hate is caused by an endless cycle of recreation of the same hateful adults. The picture above represents the statement of Lettie Hempstock, the little boys magical friend, who states "Oh, monsters are scared [...] That's why they're
monsters. And as for grown-ups [...]
Grown-ups don't look like grown-ups on the inside either. Outside,
they're bug and thoughtless and they always know what they're doing. Inside,
they look just like they always have. Like they did when they were your age.
The truth us, there aren't any grown-ups. Not one, in the whle wide world [...]
Except Granny, of course." (112) This relates to the idea that everyone has an inner child, and although it may be abused, there is hope of it reappearing and arising fantasy and wonder once again. The inner child must be kept alive in order for creativity to flourish.