Lyrics: Found Myself in a Strange Situation

Found Myself in a Strange Situation
Performed by Awaken Soul Watchers
℗ CosmicCrusaderMusic.com (BMI/ASCAP)
©Written, Produced, and Published by Christopher Sopher Media, LLC
Phoenix, Arizona

Introduction:

“Found Myself in a Strange Situation” is a nine-minute descent into a place that feels remembered before it is known. The song begins in a fog of half-recovery and half-dream, where the narrator wakes with no clear sense of when or how they arrived. Every detail is familiar yet impossible. Voices drift through the dark. The air hums like a slow heartbeat. The walls breathe with the same rhythm. It’s a waking dream wrapped in déjà vu.

The story unfolds inside Hotel Deja Vu, a vintage, time-worn building in a city that shouldn’t exist on any map. The night is quiet, the streets muted, the atmosphere strangely inviting. Inside the revolving door, even the receptionist seems to recognize the narrator before they introduce themselves, calling them by a name they’ve never given. The deeper they walk into the building, the stranger it becomes. The elevators smell like old cigarettes from some other life. The hallways stretch longer than architecture should allow. The footsteps echo like someone else is walking beside them.

The lyric "Found myself in a strange situation,
maybe still high from the night before." refers to creative flow, and when I am in it, I cannot sleep and sometimes up for days and the night before is why I cannot function the next day.

This track blends psychedelic acid rock with hypnotic trance rhythms, creating a dreamlike march through the hotel’s impossible geometry. Each chorus repeats like a memory glitch, looping the same words with different shadows behind them, pulling the listener deeper into the strange situation the narrator cannot escape. The walls hum. The lights flicker. Time folds and unfolds.

Room 420 becomes the center of the story, a quiet, atmospheric space with a vintage soul, like something left behind from the 1920s. The bellhop who delivers the narrator there leaves them with an unsettling warning: Don’t lock the door. The meaning of that line lingers throughout the song, a tension point that never fully resolves.

As the music shifts into the spoken poetry section, the scene becomes fully cinematic. The listener is guided through the lobby, the elevator, the hallway, and finally into the room itself. Every sensory detail builds the world: the cool breeze, the cigarette ghosts, the hardwood floor, the infinite doors, the soft ding of the elevator before it rises on its own. It’s immersive, surreal, and intentionally disorienting.

By the final minutes, the narrator wanders barefoot through fluorescent ghosts, circling back to the same ominous presence: Room 420. The walls still breathe. The air still hums. The strange situation loops again.

The song ends the same way it began:
a feeling of being somewhere you shouldn’t be,
yet somewhere you’ve definitely been before.

Personal Note:
The lyric “Found myself in a strange situation, maybe still high from the night before” refers to creative flow. When I’m in it, I can’t sleep and can be up for days. The “night before” is why I sometimes can’t function the next day. Within the theme of the hotel, being lost inside the confines of reality or a dream state, I used it as a metaphor to create the experience itself.

Room 420 refers to a spiritual number I’m referencing, not a literal room. It represents a state of awareness, timing, and alignment within the experience of the song. It always returns me to that creative high.

During periods of creative flow in 2025, I wrote and published 128 songs, along with four books, five poems currently under review at The New Yorker, and over a hundred poems that have yet to find a home.

Lyrics: Found Myself in a Strange Situation
Performed by: Awaken Soul Watchers
Duration: 9:12
Genre: Psychedelic Acid Rock

Chorus: 0:20
Found myself in a strange situation,
Found myself in a strange situation,
Found myself in a strange situation.

Intro: 0:44
Woke up,
don’t know when,
how,
or how long it’s been.

Verse 1: 1:08
Found myself in a strange situation.
maybe still high,
from the night before.

Heard voices in the dark,
got up, walked to the door.
Everything was different,
the walls breathing slow,
the air humming low.

I wasn’t home.
Every step echoed like a question.
Did I dream this place,
or did it dream me first?

Pre Chorus: 1:54
Found myself in a strange situation,
maybe still high from the night before.

Chorus: 2:10
Found myself in a strange situation.
Heard voices in the dark,
got up, walked to the door.
Found myself in a strange situation.
Everything was different
the walls breathing slow,
the air humming low.
Found myself in a strange situation.

Verse 2: 2:57

When I opened the door,
I felt like Dorothy,
a rainbow of fractured light,
bleeding through the corridor.

Déjà vu.
I’ve never been here,
but it feels like I never left.
A lover once said,
that time folds in on itself.

The windows are bricked in.
No view, no escape,
just whispers and wallpaper patterns,
that shift when I blink.

Chorus: 3:39
Found myself in a strange situation.
Heard voices in the dark,
got up, walked to the door.
Found myself in a strange situation.
Everything was different
the walls breathing slow,
the air humming low.
Found myself in a strange situation.

Bridge 4:11
I’m lost
in the echoes,
of this surreal hotel.

Every door stands open,
except one.
Room 420.
Locked.

Something in me wants to know.
Something wiser says don’t.

Chorus 4:37
Found myself in a strange situation.
Heard voices in the dark,
got up, walked to the door.
Found myself in a strange situation.
Everything was different
the walls breathing slow,
the air humming low.
Found myself in a strange situation.

Poetry Spoken Section 5:19
From a night of traveling, I walked up to a hotel called Hotel Deja Vu.
A cool breeze slipped across my neck and sent a chill down my spine.
I wasn’t confused. My mind felt sharp, like I had stepped into a place that already knew me.
The building looked vintage, old, rustic, sitting in a quiet stretch of a downtown district I had never seen.
My footsteps echoed as I approached the entrance.
I pushed through the revolving door and met the receptionist.

I asked if they had my reservation.
They said yes, Miss Emily Stellar.
They didn’t even know my name, yet somehow it felt like they did.
As if I had been here before.

I checked in.
The bell rang and the bellhop appeared.
I handed her my only bag.
Room 420, she said.
Yes ma’am. That’s where we’re headed.

We stepped into the elevator.
It smelled like old cigarettes from a past life I don’t recall.
She pressed the number 4.
The doors closed with a soft ding.
The elevator paused in silence, holding its breath, until suddenly it rose on its own before I could ask if it was broken.

Fourth floor.
Maybe no one else was here.
Wrong season. Wrong hour.
But I liked the vibe.
It felt like a place that wasn’t meant to be crowded.

We stepped out at 401.
I looked down the hallway.
An infinity of doors stretching into the distance.
I had seen this image before in some movie, or maybe in a dream.
Hardwood floors. No carpet.
Every step echoed like marching.

We reached 420.
She opened the door.
I stepped inside.
A vintage room. Quiet. Atmospheric.
Like something from the 1920s.
A low high rise, if that even makes sense.

The bellhop turned to leave.
She paused in the doorway.
Her voice dropped into something strange, almost whispered.
Don’t lock the door.

Then she walked away.
No tip.
No goodbye.

Room 420.

Bridge 2: 8:07
So I keep walking
barefoot through the hum,
of fluorescent ghosts,
past the door,
that watches me back.
Room 420.

Outro—
Chorus: 8:25
Found myself in a strange situation.
Heard voices in the dark,
got up, walked to the door.
Found myself in a strange situation.
Everything was different
the walls breathing slow,
the air humming low.

Pre Chorus: 8:54
Found myself in a strange situation,
maybe still high,
from the night before.

END: 9:07