Mystery Sound #108

Outside my window
I hear mysteriously
a small chirp-like sound
repetitive and device-like.
My first thought is danger!
(These are fraught times.)
Is it a gas leak? Or a tree branch cracking off?
Or an electrical transformer
on the pole across the street
about to explode?
So I open the blinds
cautiously and… nothing.
The scene outside is placid.
The tree quietly intact.
The transformer hangs, solid.
The air, clear, smells like fall.
Across the sky I see
different kinds of birds
flying in various directions,
or landing, or merely
hopping about pecking the ground.
I see bees buzz
bouncing among the blossoms…
The sound is gone.
But the mystery seems to have expanded
beyond me and even my environment,
expanded to the point
of no point.

 

What You Left Behind

Words and Music by Willi Brown ©2008

Some people think they know ya / or they got a film to show ya
While I pretend intelligence is bliss
But there’s blood that you’ve paid / Stone commitments that you’ve made
They cannot be stolen by an outlaw kiss

And what you’ve left behind / could be put out of your mind
Because it isn’t happening right now
What’s been put out of your mind,What’s been put out of your mind is your soul now
It’s all… you’ve left behind

And the weight of present past seems to be breaking your back
But something else has put a fire in your eyes
And the weightless little girl who once floated around the world
Is holding on to dear life as time flies

And what’s been put out of your mind / may be on the front of your mind
Even when it’s not happening anymore

What you’ve left behind / circles back around in time
Like it never ended for you anyhow
What you left behind never ended for you anyhow

Beautiful Blond Sandy Beach Sunlight Behind

High Abstraction

High Abstraction
By Willi Brown Ⓒ 2017

* something dull wants out / some notion unprofound
wants equal air time / or to be written down
it’s no high abstraction / no scene poetic
no heart transmission / just mundane magic

outside my house now those / crazy street people passin’
rucksacks and bottles and cigarettes (always the cigarettes)
i hide with my possessions behind locked doors and blinds
severely un happy / it’s all dead to me (it’s all dead to me)

* something dull wants out / some notion unprofound
wants equal air time / or to be written down
it’s no high abstraction / no scene poetic
no heart transmission / just mundane magic

there’s a woman at a distance / who laughs with me
smiling with Joy / and feeling free (feeling free)
convinced of my darkness / i long to turn away
join the street passing / not making things worse (… worse)

* something dull wants out … just mundane magic

Hallway

Words and Music by Willi Brown
Featured on: Scenic Route by Willi Brown

https://itun.es/us/Y1er

I can hear you speak in a voice like mine in the darkness the distance
I can hear you speak a very thin line through yourself about me

**We lose what we know to know again
We can always move, we can always wait / It makes no difference

We can bury the groove, we can cover fate / It makes no difference

**We lose what we know to know again
I can hear you speak a very thin line in the darkness about me
I can hear you speak covering up the things we’ve done tonight together

**We lose what we know to know again

Golden & Perfect

Here, have a hit. I have no fucking idea where I wrote this song or where it was recorded but… I lov Love it and could never play it again a second time the same way ever.


It seems to have been recorded a week before I was laid off from a gig in Nevada city, California in the summer of ’16.

Love to Each and All.

 

Hey It’s a New Dawn

MDR Sunrise Photo by Willi BrownHowdy! This is Willi Brown checking back in with the world wide webs. It’s a wonder that this kooky experiment in technical connectedness has survived despite the best efforts of the Soviets and the Chinese and the NSA to wreck it for everyone else! I know that I’m probably going to take a lot of flak for that comment… but it’s all fun and games until somebody gets hurt.

Anyway, just kicking down a road again…

Bandcamp Hoh!

ScenicRoute_CD_Cover_Redux_700x700My record, “Scenic Route”, is now available as my first offering on Bandcamp! Still sounding fresh and funky and like I might’ve once been a few kinds of drugstore cowboy, this collection of a dozen SONGS is sure to please your inner hustler!

Sporting a new cover image – includes lyrics and a little snarky note about each track. Scenic Route Hoh!

big bang

OM – the ancient howl
thunder beat – heat
clang and dumb, the time sound
hot persistent beneath
the tiny murmurs of secret heads
shuffling past with small concern
of the immediate preceding
succeeding
moments
yes, the little now
so stack them up
yes, pause and rise up
and consider all this
smallness multiplied
and you can’t, can you?
it’ll overwhelm you, won’t it?
the immense hope and regret
expanding ever outward…
is the big bang

april 2003
Las Vegas probably poolside…