Wherein the Autographed Cat has some really strange things come out of his backbrain

Sometimes, I get an idea for a song and I sit and think about what I want to say in it and how I want to say it and all sorts of mechanical things that are necessary to transform that idea into music. Other times, it just comes up out of nowhere. It’s what I call “Dictation from the Muse”. “Here,” she says, “take this down. Don’t argue, just take it down.”

The music for this is still a little formless. I’ll keep walking around it until I find it:

Consumed by Wonder


The Hundred Acre Wood
    is dark
is dark
    is closing in
Shadows linger shadows leap
from behind from within
    swirling spectres soundless formless
    timeless ageless seamless screaming
    shifting sliding swirling swooping
down upon me in the closing of the dark
    of the dark
of the dark
   of the Hundred Acre Wood

Wonderland
    is dark
is dark
    is closing in
Shadows shuffle shadows flee
from below from without
    stalking phantoms mindful prideful
    vengeful willful skillful streaming
    swerving skulking stalking swooping
up behind me in the closing of the dark
    of the dark
of the dark
    of Wonderland

The Emerald City
    is dark
is dark
    is closing in
Shadows startle shadows fly
from above from withstanding
    creeping spirits spaceless graceless
    endless threadless friendless weeping
    seeping sleeping creeping swooping
from within me in the closing of the dark
    of the dark
of the dark
of the Emerald City