NeuroDr
Bluelighter
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- Aug 20, 2008
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Hey guys, so i've been playing music for 16 years now, and not until just recently have i been able to create my own music. I've always been able to put my ideas into poetry and i can play several instruments, namely violin, drums, and guitar. However, i dont know what it is or why it happened but whatever barrier has always been in the way of me being able to connect original music with original ideas and words/lyrics has been removed. Over the last few weeks I have been able to write songs non stop without problems. I could write words to an entire song if a good idea runs across my mind in less than 10 minutes. I can write a song by lyrics first or music first it doesnt matter. My first question is does anyone have any insight as to the manifestation of the ability to create like this and why they think some people may be able to do it and why others may not? I think this could be a very deep and meaningful discussion but any feedback or ideas are welcome, just a thought i've been pondering. I'd also like to post some lyrics to one of my recent songs I wrote to see what people think. This song is called Lysergic Dreams:
Where do you go, Synesthetic flow
Ego now unknown, Hopeless on the road
Left on your own, A roamer needs a home
As you take a sip, from lysergic bliss
You realize, the home you’ve known, is gone.
It’s real easy, to get sucked away
Tunin in, dropping out, carried away
What’s a man without a home, in the 4th dimensional
Grasping for the sides, of the sanity inside
Surrender to the time, as long as it may seem
Sucked into your mind, objective view inside
You see you’re not the man, that you should be
Struggles of the mental proceed
Make yourself the one that you should be
CHORUS
In lysergic dreams
Soul wanders free
All in the bliss and harmony
Of lysergic dreams
sorry for the long post!!!
Where do you go, Synesthetic flow
Ego now unknown, Hopeless on the road
Left on your own, A roamer needs a home
As you take a sip, from lysergic bliss
You realize, the home you’ve known, is gone.
It’s real easy, to get sucked away
Tunin in, dropping out, carried away
What’s a man without a home, in the 4th dimensional
Grasping for the sides, of the sanity inside
Surrender to the time, as long as it may seem
Sucked into your mind, objective view inside
You see you’re not the man, that you should be
Struggles of the mental proceed
Make yourself the one that you should be
CHORUS
In lysergic dreams
Soul wanders free
All in the bliss and harmony
Of lysergic dreams
sorry for the long post!!!
