Words and Music by Willi Brown Sometimes I think too much about the fate of the earthSometimes I cannot tell you the truthThe signs don’t effect anything at allNothing marks but what we do Somewhere in the sunlight your smile taking shapein the dusty corner of my eyeI needed you more than I needed the
Words and Music Willi Brown Upon your soul / darkness has its wayAfraid of what you dream / you pull down the shade ChorusCome out of the dark loverI want to see your face tooCome out of the dark loverOh your lover is out here waiting for your Trust takes time / it takes more
Words and Music by Willi Brown When I tell myself that she’ll be backWho am I trying to convinceShe never dreamed of me before we metShe hasn’t thought about it since ChorusThere she is missing me once moreThere she is moving in and out our doorPassing through the past and the future‘Til there’s just an
Words and Music by Willi Brown There’s no coincidence / miracles surround When the sun begins / pass it around ** Open time for me we’re ending the fire denied I’ll pay your chances / one is your life Night dancin’ street talk / c’mon let me drive ** Open time for me we’re ending the
Music: Al Gromer Khan (“Conga Jog”) Words and Remix: Willi Brown leaving aside all evidence that discipline is a dragLet’s assume that humansall want some kind of goal Then the question is how we get there and, the input along the way that changes your objective and modulates your soul … Wish I could claim divine inspiration Could unfold
I’ve decided that “it” is inevitable and has momentum like a motor car rolling downhill. Climate collapse – death of water bodies, coasts, forests, humans, animals, insects, etc. – is happening now! And humans holding meetings and legislating carbon reduction targets is just theater arising from collective shame. We blew it. It is conceivable (non-zero
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
In the thick of this / I miss my drift In this crowded city / I cannot gift (pre-chorus)Try to swallow my life / Try to disappear in the fog You can only follow my coattail / I’m only wagging the dog (chorus)I’m leaving town / Driven by the overwhelmI’m leaving town / Though my heart just finally got here I’m leaving town /
Who will read this? Me? Doubtful! The urge to write is strong. The drive to tell the story as a way of appreciation, a way of savoring the bright white contrails of a plane, heading east in pure blue – stealing time from the Earth rolling slowly in the same direction – and now, far
friends, I miss you out there / in all the worlds / friends, I miss you A morning like today, like any other, like you say, that coat could have done. that election could have kept you warm. And yet, so this morning, out the door you flew to Washington, to wishful thinking, to those