Little Creatures in Hotel Walls
One of my early memories (age 3) was at the Double Tree hotel near Allston and Cambridge (the one near exit 18 on the pike, at that awful intersection near those colorful gas tank things). We used to go there for various events and I’d always love hanging out in the lobby because they had this one hallway where these little creature guys would poke out of the walls and talk to you. They looked like little sock puppet monster guys. I thought they were really cool and eerie. Except they didn’t exist and I’d never been to the Double Tree hotel by exit 18, and as my parents eventually convinced me when I was like 4, it was a dream. And it probably wasn’t even a recurring dream. Probably happened once, for like 1 minute, and my 3 or 4 year old self had such little context for reality that I just assumed it was real because it felt real.
Between ages 1 and like 13, I had an extremely warped sense of understanding things, remembering things, and constructing/interpreting the reality around me. I followed that period of my life up nicely with 7 or 8 years of religious, professional weed smoking, so things have been slightly hazy/ambiguous/mysterious for a good chunk of my life, but I’m doing well! Fortunately, I have a pretty great memory, so even if I mix up dreams/hallucinations with reality, I still remember almost every little thing and name and place about my early childhood – even if they aren’t all real.
Guess if the other two were memories or dreams.
It was standing there
Fuzzy Wild-Things hair
I laughed so hard as I woke up woke up
Didn’t know why I was scared
I was standing there
Bloodied while the teacher stared
Shoveled out my face. She spoke up.
The tissue showed how I had fared.
What’s the protocol for making memories
I seem to remember almost everything
Past’s a myth, but what about Wednesday?
When I’m 70?
But this was different. You were th…
Little creatures in hotel walls
Thought I understand it all
Looking for feedback on
mix, vocal clarity/intelligibility, structure. I was thinking back to all my memories and like half of them were dreams, hallucinations, or misconceptions. Curious what people come away with form the lyrics.