This thread has helped me to realize that I'm not quite insane or that my insanity appears to be commoner that I believed.
I think that I have posted once before about my remarkable hypnagogic experience. It didn't result in result in lyrics, but in a classical composition way beyond anything I could compose.
It was back in my uni student days, and the sound was so "present", that I awoke twice to check where it was coming from. But each time I awoke and listened, there was silence.
(Actually, I may have awoken three times).
I was really tired, and, as I flung myself on my student bed and crashed out, I started to hear the most exquisite classical music, which I guess was a "piano concerto" (piano, violins, violas and other strings were present). It immediately woke me up, weary as I was, and I gazed about the room, convinced that I had left some music playing, even though I hardly ever listened to classical music. Total silence! I struggled to keep awake to check if it was a neighbour. Silence. But then, within seconds of my head touching my bed again (I was flung down in the middle) the music was back, loud and clear. That is when it really dawned on me that I was "dreaming" it. This time I awoke, lifted my head again, and counted a few minutes in my drowsy stupor. There was complete silence again. And I figured that the second I started to drift off to sleep again. the music would return. Sure enough, it did. I knew I didn't stand a chance of remembering any of it, or have any means of writing it down, so I just let it play me to sleep. That was totally surreal!
This thread has helped me to realize that I'm not quite insane or that my insanity appears to be commoner that I believed.
Love this song! Ripping guitar solo in the back too!
Also, to actually contribute to the discussion: I write lyrics like most folks here, I get the hook randomly and I fill in the rest. If the muse is present, the rest is good, if not, the rest sucks. Either way it gets written, I’ll worry about people paying attention to my lyrics after people start paying attention to my songs.
Hey man I just clicked on your soundcloud...
...when we can let our "real world senses" back off...
That does appear to be a common theme in many of these experiences.
But such behaviour comes with a threat to social cohesion. People are, by and large, programmed to "rein in" their "other senses" (giving rein to their "real world senses" may be a more accurate description), resulting in our much valued, but mundane, social regimen swamping and choking our artistic proclivities. The idea of freedom of the mind being considered a threat to society is very thought provoking, in itself. Art is the final bastion of expression, where ideas have been dumped like a toxin in a condemned building.
And, as we reach into that place with tongs, and withdraw constipated fragments of "creativity", is it a wonder that we struggle? Through our own volition, we flee the freedom of our own mind, afraid of the nature of what we think, and what others think of what we think.
Thoughts are whispered and intimated tortuously in the mind games of lyrics, then rupture in a hypnotic skirl of rap words, like a noxious gas through a blown gasket. Or a suppressed infant throwing a tantrum, society's child taking after its parent.