Words and Music by Willi Brown 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
i found this song from 2015, and was planning to backdate the post, but apparently METHANE is STILL LEAKING at ALISO CANYON.
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
We can always move / it makes no difference
My 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
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
All of them angels left town todayNothin left for them girls to doFollow down the bugle callThey just had to let me fallThe lord’s on my sidebut his hands are tied Hangin like a star in the Milky WayThere’s a party goin on around here todayBangin on a cold blooded medicine drumThere’s a sky full
Now the hero’s got empty shoesand the stand-in’s got the stage fright bluesthey don’t get sick and the don’t get wellthey spend their time a hangin’ around the ink well Singing ooh, ooh there’s a doctor’ll give ya anythingooh, ooh, ooh and they sing it again“You may be dying for my sinsbut I don’t owe