(When I Stay Up Late Night )
When I stay up late night, I write some freaky shit
When I stay up late night, my thoughts they just won’t quit
When I stay up late night, you know that I can’t fight it
When I stay up late night, never know just what might be a hit
The autistic child sits at the piano and plays a concerto. No one has ever taught him how to play the musical instrument, much less the song itself. He performs it straight from information stored in his brain, where he holds his thoughts, sounds and visions in a photographic memory. He is considered by many to be a genius.
When I stay up late night, I write some freaky shit
When I stay up late night, my thoughts they just won’t quit
When I stay up late night, you know that I can’t fight it
When I stay up late night, never know just what might be a hit
This child does not understand what most people consider common, ordinary, everyday occurrences. He knows not the world in which he lives, at least, not in the way that most of it’s inhabitants think they know it. He does not exhibit normal cognitive functions or a semblance of order. He cannot function in his society alone. He is not a member of a close-knit group of friends that hang out together, getting into trouble, learning along the way. He is considered by many to be an idiot.
When I stay up late night, I write some freaky shit
When I stay up late night, my thoughts they just won’t quit
When I stay up late night, you know that I can’t fight it
When I stay up late night, never know just what might be a hit
His reasoning is not determined by the approval or disapproval of other’s opinions. His actions or responses may so be determined in order for him to survive with those who are in control of his life. However, his reasoning remains uncontrollable.
Medical science believes that the autistic’s, or savant’s brain is malfunctioned; stronger in some cognitive areas while lacking in others that the general human mind is more accustomed to. No one denies the incredible, uncanny abilities that such an individual demonstrates; yet no one understands how or why.
When I stay up late night, insomnia starts to creep within
When I stay up late night, my mind moves (a) million miles (per) minute
When I stay up late night, message that is locked reawakens
When I stay up late night, the inspiration starts to turn again
(Music Bridge)
It is true that one, who has lost use of a particular sense, becomes more acute in the use of the other senses. One may be blind, but he hears what others normally “overlook”. He “sees” more than most without ever using his eyes. It stands to reason, then, that the other senses reach closer to their fullest potential without the hindrance of the sense that is missing. Therefore, it would make “sense” that possibly the brain itself acts in the same manner, compensating for lack in one area, by strengthening another.
Such does not imply that the brain areas having become strengthened are actually created greater, just that they are not being interrupted by the missing components.
Many believe that without guidance, these individuals possessing this great difference would potentially harm themselves and eventually, society. In actuality, the demon is not created within, but rather interpreted by it’s outside acknowledgers as evil, thus causing it’s wound to fester and change to an altered state. Society has chosen to label that which we do not recognize, as separate from the ‘norm’. However, maybe we simply have forgotten the information stored within our genetic makeup that would enable all to posses ultimate strengths and talents. Maybe, those ‘differences in the gene ‘pool’ swim up for air, to remind us that they exist.
When I stay up late night, I write some freaky shit
When I stay up late night, my thoughts they just won’t quit
When I stay up late night, you know that I can’t fight it
When I stay up late night, never know just what might be a hit
The brain has wonderful capabilities, if only we could master them on our own without what we believe others want us to interpret them by. Lacking essential social skills myself, I have spent my life trying to be myself, yet fit in. The ultimate realization is, that one bears the cost of the other. Having weighed the pros and cons, I have chosen to be myself. There are plenty of others out there. Let them be them. Let me open my own mind, and just maybe it could be I, for a change, that writes the concerto!
Just food for thought…….
When I stay up late night, I write some freaky shit
When I stay up late night, my thoughts they just won’t quit
When I stay up late night, message that is locked reawakens
When I stay up late night, the inspiration starts to turn again
When I stay up late night, you know I can’t fight it
When I stay up late night, never know just what might be a hit
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