She’s got the eye of an eagle and the tooth of a catshe can drain my swamp in seconds flather hair hanging down like old spanish mossshe’s the queen of the river but I call her the boss long before the school in the heat of the bankshe made gold from a catfish she pulled
Words and Music by Willi Brown I introduce myselfin a modernly sensitive waybut I can’t help but feelhypocritical… because i want you(and respect you beautiful) (Chorus)But I don’t want you to be bugged honey and a-think i’m just a-hittin’ on you i think it’s a drag that a girl don’t feel… Safe. After. Dark. {Evolution seems
Well future stepped into my field… Independence Day written by Vic Chesnutt From the album “Little” produced by Michael Stipe. For a long time I thought in the last verse the line was “untouchable as the undocumented self”
Inspired by this Elvis Frankenstein image mashup so this was a bit unrehearsed and seriouslyhad spent most of the day on houseworkwith a brief swimmin’ pool brek Credits: SomaFM Heavyweight Reggae (background music), quotes from Dylan (“Isis”), Withers (“Ain’t No”) and a Willi Brown tune called “Elvis X2” which can be found …. here!
a few years ago… 2013 to be frank in San Francisco fall weather is like summer and thinking about the state of things culture environment and surfing the web late one night mashing up things on photoshop It… emerged… thrust hips on his toes the abandon of the arms his serious face So this weekend
Words and Music Willi Brown Moving on leaving all your books behindpages falling from what I needForgot whatever I wanted to find,won’t remember what I once believed I’ll create my own confusionget my legend with room to spareI pray for patience and something oldto help me driver to get back there *Pass me by I’ve
Seems everybody is just too stunned to look backAnd the look-ahead holds just a mountain of graveyard blackYet my watch tells me I got an appointment in the morningI don’t need a needle to tell me – morning may never come When this year started I said the ’19 can go to hell Something didn’t
Another insertion This time a cab from Newark I can’t see a badge but the accent is African The sky could be any season The air, any industry, sweat and petrol I bounce in the back Of this yellow Ford Generic black interior Without breakfast or sleep having lost much more than three hours Cause
It’s no time to complicate To arrange or communicate Add more layers to the dress Consider angles of load and stress Master techniques, straighten lines Research approaches, estimate times Prepare the process or perfect the plan Apologize or repay the man No time to add another flock of words Just time to vanish like Imagined
Majestic forest NorthernCalifornia summer cruncheach step dry cracking Deadfall Overhead widow makerseverywhere blow downs and knock downsTinder reallyDead Woodmy thoughts also crunchy Fire FearArmageddon too!I think I want it to just be over So much painIn the newsmore painin the forest, the streets, familiesPAINEven sex seems painful nowPoetry too! I brought a small notebookOut to this wood on retreat But forgot to remind