Invisible Language

My last two sets of lyrics came to me before sleeping: “Super Moon” and now “Invisible Language.”  I was romanticizing and empathizing with a woman with a beautiful heart, struggling to keep her own thoughts and communication while living in a police state.  This feeling, leading to that concept, led me to open the modern occult compendium I had at bedside.  I resumed reading where the essayist wrote about a UCSD neurobiologist who had concluded we all start with our emotions; then our mind tailors the thinking accordingly, promoting a strain of reasons to suit our feeling.  That observation is where my lyrics began now.

I just want to say that worry is natural, as is the impulse to allow other sorts of thoughts in to alleviate the tension within.  This is why writing has always had the effect of calming me; if I were already calm, either curiosity would lead me to explore some impulse, or a particularly concept, thought or description already developed but as yet unwritten begins its embodiment in the written word before my eyes.  All three of these notions went into the creation of “Invisible Language.”


World Without Words Music, lyrics by Lue Lyron

1.The linguistic infection has left us

besotted wth memories

Reasons hooking for feelings that pay for good times

Or in the wake of misery

we casually construct our castles

forward or backward, there’s not time

the ideal’s on screen

Meanwhile you’re slipping round

the strictures of a state that controls you

Naked dancing throughout Horton Plaza

while demands for arrest keep you

thinking but feeling

like talking face to face

out of question

about truths that you know

to be words to your ear

draw from your image

and keep you so near

before we were words in our bodies

invisible language

the path through the year

2.Enacted without sketching

radiant city

translinguistic constructions

paintings of time, so persistent

dripping without any power, over the fireplace

right twice a day

Our first hand me downs

under magnified lenses

getting the fear in a soul-felt grimoire

Meanwhile you’re slipping around

strictures of a state that controls you

I send my portraits they wait

until you’re free

world without words

there in the moment console you

out of question

about what you know

to be truth to your ear

draw from your image and

keep you so near

before we were words in our bodies

invisible language the path through the year Na na na…

9/30/14 music 10/4/14 new title 10/5/14

A lot of my inspiration came from the very creatively named Book Of Lies compiled by Richard Metzger; I owe an essayist there for stirring up my impressions on our limited capacity for the relief of non-verbal states of mind.  There’s a real emotional truth to discover in who we are without some word or another to create the set of tensions we know as our conscious mind.  That’s the casually constructed castle I mention.  But life, how it’s lived, how it’s formed, was not meant to be done just mechanically, absent-mindedly.

A Dali-inspired clock Dixie keeps on her mantle–with no battery–created another image.  It’s appropriate because I’m exploring the use of surrealism to expand the mind.  In reverse, surrealists such as Dali used various methods to reach another level of artistic consciousness meant to break with codified strictures in imagery–to true creativity.

My original template for the melody, to keep the lyrics organized as a song, came from Bowie’s Station to Station —I think “Stay.”  Bowie himself was an enthusiast for the cut-and-paste method, as used by William S. Burrough, Byron Ginsen and others.  I employed that in finding interesting expressions, after borrowing other images of freedom and constraint from recent personal experiences that amused me.  The life I live with Emm is very much about finding freedom in a realistic enough fashion so as not to become excessively emotion turbulent in the conflict of ideal and reality.

This inspires me to reach out for muses to further creation, generated from empathy for situations somewhat differing with my own.  It’s like the traditional argument for American idealism  versus authoritarian structures, without predictable cliches.  If there’s one thing the song has going for it, it’s not, from one line to the next, predictable!  My initial muse before writing was an evolving adventure upon which I’d been meditating, about a young woman who becomes a guardian angel to a city ruled by a police state.  I thought about governments being constructs of words, and governments attempting to constrict the use of words and images in order to achieve (an anachronistic) solidarity of identity, some might say for engendering machine-like methods of thought control.

So, I wrote to the lovely person who provides my emotional lighthouse overseas, from those crag-ridden, dangerous shoals.  She makes the issue of government controlled communication personal for me.

I made music and melody for “World Without Words” very early Saturday morning. The song began two weeks before as I thought of your difficulties in Iran (and the heroine who I decided to make look like you). I’d just been reading an essay about how we interpret the world through words, and how from life’s beginning we are given stories of ourselves from others (“Hand-me-downs” is what we call giving children clothes outgrown by relatives; I compared our stories of us as a child to this). We can barely escape words, and they are used to make lives, governments, even poems. Yet, our words and reasons seem to come first from our feelings, don’t you think? Well, I flipped through the rest of my book full of occult/ magical essays and borrowed some random phrases to go with my second verse, which also describes a clock on sister Dixie’s mantle, modeled on Salvadore Dali’s “Persistence of Memory.” I also referenced a video by Dating Naked where people danced joyously through one of my favorite downtown San Diego places, Horton Plaza. (My Mom thought they should be arrested, LOL.) Finally, I mentioned the drawings I make of you, still inspiring me even while you are there in Iran. I think the strange words and music are like a spell to free a person from reasons and words for a little while. Though “World Without Words” could have hundreds of meanings inside it, I will always associate it with you, a Muse to me.lenticular cloud covers