Posted by Psilocybin at 11:10pm Sep 12 '16Since it's September 12, I think I'd like to share with you all my song "Sept. 12".
While I was napping on September 12, 2014, I dreamt I was watching a music video I had made. On the verse part, I was inside, in a sterile-looking white room, crushing insects. Then came the chorus part, which was set outside, in an augmented version of the great outdoors (a lot like the Secret Lands image iere: https://soundcloud.com/secretlands/voyager-golden-record ). I was wondering how I had been able to carry the videocamera onto the water.
I woke up and remembered the melody and many of the lyrics to the first verse and first chorus. I made a quick recording. I titled my piece "Sept. 12" because of the date when I had that dream. Then, months later, I wrote the whole set of lyrics. Because of the title I had selected, "Sept. 12", I decided to make the song about you-know-what. I showed my recording to my home staff Oneika, and she loved it.
Sept. 12
Music and lyrics by James Landau (C) 2015
I hear my dream white sound machine
Then I'm woken up, and see a screen
The ground is black, I see things crash
It all turns to black box and ash
Ooh, ooh
There's danger to discover
Ooh, ooh
I'd be your secret lover
I cannot fight the madness
That's raging in my brain
They crushed me under sadness
The chemicals remain
I try to keep my eyes closed
Hold images within
But I still recognize those
Thoughts always win
I've known for years I wasn't free
But now they lambaste liberty
They want to live and nothing more
What's there now for them to live for?
Tempers
Could stand to grow much riper
They say
They can't stand men in diapers
My message isn't clicking
Their leader's clicks a lot
His boots they'll keep on licking
With angst I now am fraught
I rage to see red color
But also white and blue
When I with people duller
Try to talk to
Every night and day I try to sleep
But it's pollsters who were counting sheep
With my own life, these scars compound
Till I myself feel at the ground
Closer
How do I make these screams stop?
Later
Life sounds a lot like dream-pop
It's been many elections
And many brand-new songs
I still have recollections
Of how young folks were wronged
We've made a lot of progress
And better it will get
But I can't like a log rest
At least not yet
I cannot fight the madness
That's raging in my brain
They crushed me under sadness
The chemicals remain
I try to keep my eyes closed
Hold images within
But I still recognize those
Thoughts always win