I was confused about whether it was really /actually a Jimi Hendrix song that he would have released if he hadn't died ...
Or if it is a song I'm supposed to write that is intentionally written to sound like Jimi Hendrix
It's happened before that I've written songs in the style of other passed singer/songwriters without realising it till later when I realise some very obvious connections to them
George Harrison
Kurt Cobain
Now Jimi Hendrix
Then I heard another song with the lyrics "Coming to you, coming to you, soaring like a mountain baby"
I was told this was John Denver
But the music was allot more full, symphonic rock, than normal John Denver
The vocals could definitely be him
I think this is a song I'm meant to write, in/with the spirit of John Denver
Then I had a collection of wallets. Though I myself was broke
One of them was given to me at a show by a friend going on a ride. I was left sitting at a table by myself with not just the wallet, but a whole table full of purses, wallets, phones, everything people normally carrying on them
After, i was contacting the people who owned the wallets telling them that I have them
One them was my friend Tim, but transformed into someone different when I went to give him his wallet
He told me to hold onto it for him, so he doesn't spend it
Then I tried giving the other wallet back to my old friend Matty and he didn't even know it was missing
Then we are eating a free feed at KFC where our friend is the manager
There is another bit here where Superman is fighting robots, trying to figure out how to reprogram them without destroying them (he keeps breaking them) where my friend Evie is going to give us a lift home, but her car was accidentally crushed by Superman fighting one of the robots. I tell her at least the Government will pay for a new car, and we get a taxi
Then I'm the head of a large company or studio which makes films along with other things
I come into some type of factory where it looks like they are making films with my business partner, to shut them down
I jump up and grab a big roll of celluloid and hang off it with all my weight to pull it from the machine it's fed into, roll it up and put it away
This is set to some sort of comical sesame-street like "do my chores" song
🎶 I got wind up the film 🎶
There are two women working there running the company for me, that work for me
They are identical twins
One of them starts complaining and asking why we are shutting down all film
I ask her if she knows what's happening in the world today
She answers by starting a sentence with "I think that ..."
I stop her immediately and say "I didn't ask for your opinion. It was a yes or no answer. Do you know what is happening in the world today?"
She is really pissed off, but answers yes
"Well. That's why we are shutting down. Some of us have important shit that we need to do"
I don't really have important shit to do. I'm lying. I don't know why. But I'm using what's happening as a excuse to shut everything down
I try apologising for being curt with her, but she's not having it. She continues to brood about being scalded
My business partner is writing up a document about pays. There is a big 37 on the top that I assume is the hours worked
I ask him if he can write one of those up for me, while I continue shutting down all production
As I'm waking up I'm told that all movies/film cease today
Until "they" give me what they are supposed to give me, all creation is ceased
And that they want to be quick about it, or it will be very boring in the future
As I'm waking up, something inside me agrees with those in control of "light", agreeing that all "sound" will also cease until such time as they give me that are supposed to give me
Something (I'm guessing is from the "light" side) answers me offering/suggesting that I (really) don't want to do that
I disagree and tell them that there will be no more music until it's given
I guess that explains music over the last 10-20 years (as sound works backwards in nature)
It's only going to get worse
*Glares directly at Queen Elizabeth II*
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