How lyrics are born

how lyrics are born, social mixing, and general thoughts on 09/15/2023 

"Sacral Insomnia in a coyote night"

(said kigh-ote)

beginning idea for one lyric
( Why stay up trying to sleep if it just doesn't go?
write or form something)

Second lyric set
"You're not an alien,
You're a human who wants attention.
A real alien would want
to remain hidden."
(commentary about certain urgencies in the media-world
where attention is pushed via alteration of self;
one being body mods where people have gone as far as chopping the tips of their noses off and installed studs in their head, etc.

Just comparing that idea of "if somebody really were extraterrestrial!?"
and then going into that idea of the old black and white classic sci-fi movies like invasion of the body snatchers,
but also some others, I cant recall the titles to.
I think there were effective scenes I recall where there would be some human dressed up in a suit and business hat,
the production of the scene sort of fades out from the characters knowing eye, and the audience's knowing,
and then the character is there amongst a crowd.

"Blending in with the humans."

And anyhow,
I think synthesizers and mixes of dissonant sounds,
with a lyricizing of the above--- that's more developed, for a creation.

The
"Sacral Insomnia in a coyote night"
would be more nature night time sensations and feelings,
and rusty lead guitars, and mellow deep soft bass pieces.

So insomnia is a gift in a way when searching for the imaginative.
Because those eerie, quirky ideas... look, it's not the "cool" outsider stuff. All the cool kids or whatever are getting ok sleep right now. And can make salary and that shit.
I'm hanging on for my dear life, lol.

But that sense of mind to romanticize that eerie zone of spectacle, it feels nice in a way to forward some momentum of songs of the werewolve or whathave you,
or alienesque invisible roamers, etc.





There's, umm,
one other lyric set and it's psychedelic rock I think.

only one line for that too. But finally some motions that arent just harping on all improvised all the time.

That one goes
"I am chaos neutral
In the land of the spirits
I am chaos neutral
for a penchance of survival"

then add on some things
but wanting them to have ideas that stick
out,
so going for some mad libs style colleging.

I'm supposed to be sleeping.
Like, I have a morning appointment for
poison ivy outbreak extremities,
but I'm not even sure its poison ivy.
So I doubt I'd be sleeping really anyway.

Anyhow I just spam posted tons of 2012 releases
to local music group things and all of that.
Social media is so not made for me so I don't know what to do.

Someone said good things the last time I played out and
It felt more comforting or ideal to feel like I'm hated or jarred on,
like I'd almost rather that in some way.
Crike, yeah, see, you don't want to get into the mind of
an artist.
Shit that matters to me is I have my grandpa's pocket knife and my grandmother's chained pocket watch.
I'm supposed ta maintain some infinite supply of tuner batteries and guitar strings and stop losing or draining money in a corpsicle economy.

and my brain isn't surpassed like 1974 or something and I hadnt even been freaking born then.

but it's spooky season here in America. Well this part of it. The nights are getting chilly.
and I can either drive out now and stay in my car all night up in some parko lot
or like scrawl more lyrics down,
drink 5 cups or tea or something.

put some jackets on and have a cold night walk.
see if my writing is more uplifting or if it's loathing,
or if it's social commentary, or I can avoid that
and get into full on modus of at least
making, in my mind, some authors happy in some way.
Like Hyatt's book series. To scribble some ideas of imagery.

It's not for other musicians or this or that or winning people over, it's just
inside having something up to par to make authors that are dead now happy, and like satisfying some night time egregore, or not letting the ceremonious past time die out.
walk halfway between the muse and the anti-hero or something
get accepted into some groups and, you know, wait til everyone blinks at the same time all at once and just vanish the heck outta there.