Post by Fat Magic on Jun 11, 2013 0:58:08 GMT -5
As I sit in the dark at my place of employment, listening to the rain as it trickles from the gutter near the door that I am obligated to leave open so as to be more aware of any potential theft or vandalism, I find myself being gently lulled to sleep. The thought "I am payed to stay awake all night" briefly enters my mind. Yet it only serves as an even stronger depressant, guiding me further down the foggy road to the land of slumber. As my head begins the jarring dance one only experiences while attempting to remain awake in a chair not high enough to support ones neck, I enter the realm of forgotten philosophy and strange musings. This is the precursor to dreaming. I have come to believe that it is the most important moment of waking thought. It is where the conscious and unconscious mind mingle and true genius is born.
The rain grows louder. My thoughts grow wilder. I open my eyes and begin to write... Everything that exists, exists only because existence is something I perceive. Everything that does not exist, does so because nonexistence is something I can't perceive. I believe there is a being that can perceive things that are nonexistent to me. These things would exist to this being. If this being exists and if I were to become aware of its existence, would I not then become aware of everything that exists as perceived by this being? Is my perception part of an awareness rooted in a collective human consciousness? If it is, and if a being with a higher awareness came in to contact with any human, would all of humanity instantly become more aware?
The rain softens and I start to fall back asleep. I dismiss my thoughts as nonsense. Somebody else has probably had these thoughts and written them down more eloquently than I could have. They've written them in a big philosophy book filled with more of the same rubbish so that other philosophers can read them and pretend like they've had the same thoughts. That way all the philosophers egos are tickled and they can all go on knowing that they are smarter than everyone else. As my anger subsides I allow my own ego a little boost be reminding myself that I am a genius and the greatest lyricist in the world. Nobody can glide through a verse quite like I do. I use the perfect words at the perfect time for maximum flow and humor. I put specific emphasis on how fluent my lyrics are. So many people just stumble from one verse to the next. My lyrics are a graceful ballet. I am a genius.
I wake up again. What truly makes a brilliant lyric brilliant. Why do some songs resonate so deeply while others just fade to obscurity. My method of song writing is to embody a character who feels strongly on whatever subject I want the song to be about. I also use many strict guidelines I have developed throughout the years to help guide me as I write. The combination of both pure creation and rigid structure to achieve the goal of a fantastic song. This is what I aim for every time I write. A part of me believes I have done so with every song I have written. Another part knows that there is something greater that I have not yet reached. As I start to fall back asleep it hits me.
The answer was right in front of me all along. When the conscious and unconscious mind mingle, true genius is born. Until I can willingly enter that beautiful state of half asleep and half awake while maintaing the ability to write, my lyrics will be subpar. Cheap and as hollow and lifeless as the characters I create to write them. I need to be the music. I need to live inside of the spark of inspiration and witness how it expands into a fire. This is my test. It is absurd to think I will pass it. It is comical to attempt it. So the outcome can only be comedic and absurd in nature.
I hope somebody reads this and tells me I'm a lazy writer with a weak spot for cheesy conclusions.
I only wrote that ^ to validate this entire post.
I only wrote that ^ because I need validation in my life.
I really hate myself.
The rain grows louder. My thoughts grow wilder. I open my eyes and begin to write... Everything that exists, exists only because existence is something I perceive. Everything that does not exist, does so because nonexistence is something I can't perceive. I believe there is a being that can perceive things that are nonexistent to me. These things would exist to this being. If this being exists and if I were to become aware of its existence, would I not then become aware of everything that exists as perceived by this being? Is my perception part of an awareness rooted in a collective human consciousness? If it is, and if a being with a higher awareness came in to contact with any human, would all of humanity instantly become more aware?
The rain softens and I start to fall back asleep. I dismiss my thoughts as nonsense. Somebody else has probably had these thoughts and written them down more eloquently than I could have. They've written them in a big philosophy book filled with more of the same rubbish so that other philosophers can read them and pretend like they've had the same thoughts. That way all the philosophers egos are tickled and they can all go on knowing that they are smarter than everyone else. As my anger subsides I allow my own ego a little boost be reminding myself that I am a genius and the greatest lyricist in the world. Nobody can glide through a verse quite like I do. I use the perfect words at the perfect time for maximum flow and humor. I put specific emphasis on how fluent my lyrics are. So many people just stumble from one verse to the next. My lyrics are a graceful ballet. I am a genius.
I wake up again. What truly makes a brilliant lyric brilliant. Why do some songs resonate so deeply while others just fade to obscurity. My method of song writing is to embody a character who feels strongly on whatever subject I want the song to be about. I also use many strict guidelines I have developed throughout the years to help guide me as I write. The combination of both pure creation and rigid structure to achieve the goal of a fantastic song. This is what I aim for every time I write. A part of me believes I have done so with every song I have written. Another part knows that there is something greater that I have not yet reached. As I start to fall back asleep it hits me.
The answer was right in front of me all along. When the conscious and unconscious mind mingle, true genius is born. Until I can willingly enter that beautiful state of half asleep and half awake while maintaing the ability to write, my lyrics will be subpar. Cheap and as hollow and lifeless as the characters I create to write them. I need to be the music. I need to live inside of the spark of inspiration and witness how it expands into a fire. This is my test. It is absurd to think I will pass it. It is comical to attempt it. So the outcome can only be comedic and absurd in nature.
I hope somebody reads this and tells me I'm a lazy writer with a weak spot for cheesy conclusions.
I only wrote that ^ to validate this entire post.
I only wrote that ^ because I need validation in my life.
I really hate myself.