这是一个有着诵读障碍却热爱画画的小孩的故事
在Andy Burrows的吟唱中，我们所有人都仿佛变成了那个小孩，重新开始打量这个世界
他是否唤醒了你心里的某些东西呢？

所有的所有，仿佛都不那么重要了，
没完没了的阅读测验，他人古怪的眼光，
But none of them will ever know
The colour of my dreams

虽然只有短短的一分多钟，却令人动容
第一次听到的时候，就被这个故事所深深打动

梦想的颜色，到底有多动人
也许，只有你自己才能明白
那满溢的美好会让你觉得世界都开始闪亮

Andy Burrows是Razorlight的鼓手，帅气而才华横溢。《The Colour of My Dreams》是他独立制作的一张充满天真和温情的专辑。这张专辑只有13分钟的长度，11首歌曲都是1分或者1分多一点的长度,是Andy Burrows在自己的卧室用电脑录制完成。Andy Burrows用这张专辑销售的利润将捐助到自己家乡Winchester（温彻斯特）的慈善机构，来帮助在家乡的贫困小孩。

Artist：Andy Burrows
Song：The Color Of My Dreams

I'm a really rotten reader, the worst in all the class,
The sort of rotten reader, that makes you want to laugh,
I'm last in all the reading tests, my scores not on the page,
When I read to teacher, she gets in such a rage.

She says I cannot form my words
She says I can't build up
And that I don't know phonics
And don't know "cat" from "cut"

They say than I'm dyslexic
That's a word they just found out
But when I get some plasticine
I know what that's about

I make these scary monsters
I draw these secret lands
I get my hair all sticky
And paint all on my hands

I make these super models
I build these smashing towers
They reach up to the ceiling
And take me hours and hours

She says I cannot form my words
She says I can't build up
And that I don't know phonics
And don't know "cat" from "cut"

They say than I'm dyslexic
That's a word they just found out
But when I get some plasticine
I know what that's about

I paint these lovely pictures
In thick green drippy paint
It gets on all the carpert
And makes the cleaners faint

I build great magic forests
Wee bushed out of string
And paint pinkpandarellos
And birds thay really sing

She says I cannot form my words
She says I can't build up
And that I don't know phonics
And don't know "cat" from "cut"

They say than I'm dyslexic
That's a word they just found out
But when I get some plasticine
I know what that's about

I play my world of real believe
I play it every day
People stand and watch me
But don't know what to say

They give me diagnostic tests
And try out reading schemes
But none of them will ever know
The colour of my dreams