Music from the realm of death (in recurrence)

This will sound weird, here goes... The music, some of the music, of Jimmy Webb has always effected me. Unusual emotional realm. Lyrics that are unique.

If you listen to just two examples - MacArthur Park (Richard Harris version to get the feel I'm referring to) and Galveston (Glenn Campbell, original album version) you have enough to see what I'm about to say.

This music resides in that realm of the afterlife I wrote about awhile back. It's nostalgic, dream-like, powerfully effecting emotionally.

The vision of a yellow cotton dress, for instance, that is what remains in the mind of a person departed into that afterlife. Cut out from all the noise of vanity and pride of life.

Webb or someone else of his era wrote something with the title the Yard Went On Forever. That is the type of image in the mind of a person in the intermediate state afterlife. In recurrence. Not with God at death. Not there yet, but still in recurrence. Something as banal, or simple as the yard of a home. The dream-like element of it going on forever. We associate summers with yards. Grass. Seasons. Time. Youth.

Remember when I saw the afterlife for people still in recurrence as a sort of park? Webb uses that in his dream-like lyrics.

In Galveston the singer seems to be a soldier who has died. His memories are the kind that would be in the mind of a departed soul.

There's a yearning element. The soul wants to go back into the life lived.

Anyway, I think there's something there...

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This type of music evokes emotions such that if you are unregenerate when you die the emotions are about nostalgia (for about what you yearn to recur back into). If you, though, are regenerate when you die (and thus going to be with God and no longer recur) then the emotions evoke 'the long goodbye.'

ps- I think people in general can unconsciously discern the difference between the nostalgia emotion vs. the long goodbye emotion when a person is feeling them. I think people feeling the long goodbye emotion make regular people unconsciously angry and make you perhaps be seen as a sort of ghostly presence among them. Like, "Go, already! Shoo!"