what now? the pain
continues
the people
have dispersed
all lights out
for the night
i run absurd
dreams through the streets
get surrounded
by
multitudes
i disappear
invisible
confused horrified
(march 2017 sonoma county)
once we were big shots inventing the net were important people in the edge cracks me up ha ha ha how much has changed don’t even recognize myself on market street but i still have that suit somewhere
Thrift store score / tangible fetish / endurance / impermanence / artifacts
The door opens onto the highway
which lay there missin the moon
like a ribbon without a present
or a string without a balloon
This morning offers no schedule
coffee doesn’t mind getting cold
a bag full of nothing thinks lonely is something
and that nothing… is getting old
* So this is the future
where the past wears a digital mask
and all my answers don’t seem that important anymore
and my questions don’t need to be asked
The war isn’t fought in the papers
and blood doesn’t run down the wires
and the piles of limbs they don’t get to him
because our president is a liar
* So this is the future
where the past wear’s a digital mask
and all my answers don’t seem that important anymore
and my questions don’t need to be asked
Verse
D7 C7 G7
D7 C7 G7
D7 C7 G7
C7 A7
(maybe)
Chorus
G F C
G F C
G F C
F A
Probably 2005. In Venice Beach, California. Apartment on Pacific across from the Post Office.
This might have been recorded on a Sony Mini-Disc with a Sony Stereo Mic. I don’t know what guitar I was playing in those days… Acoustic something.
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.
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 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
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 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
Words and Music by Willi Brown
Featured on: Scenic Route by Willi Brown
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
Here, have a hit. I have no idea and I love, Love it and could never play it again a second time the same way ever.
And… 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.