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  • High Abstraction

    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

    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

  • 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

    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…

  • One For The Dead

    WilliBrown VeniceBeach 2005
    though my chest rises with breath and my head nods on my neck these fingers typing here will one day feed the earth though now in my room with the sunlight streaming onto my right foot i can see hear and touch the space it really won’t be long until i am space and some other singer laments us you and i who have died but haven’t left space there are bodies and there are beings and today i am both

  • News Flash

    Please check out my new Willi Brown site on bandcamp where you can buy Scenic Route.

    News, as it happens!

  • Lord’s On My Side

    Lord’s On My Side

    All of them angels left town today
    Nothin left for them girls to do
    Follow down the bugle call
    They just had to let me fall
    The lord’s on my side
    but his hands are tied

    Hangin like a star in the Milky Way
    There’s a party goin on around here today
    Bangin on a cold blooded medicine drum
    There’s a sky full of glory / i’m gonna get some
    The lord’s on my side
    but his hands are tied

    Lookin for the secret in a red man’s boneyard
    Pryin it loose with my brunette hot wrench
    I make my own music / ain’t nobody’s business
    Ain’t nothin to comin’ thru in a pinch
    The lord’s on my side
    but his hands are tied

    • Chorus
      The lord’s on my side
      i made the wheel / i’ll let it ride
      The lord’s on my side
      but his hands are tied

    Note: This was recorded in a cold Nebraska winter basement with no heat, strange energetic distortions and very poor musical synchronization. What a fuckin’ mess. On my side, indeed.

  • Elvis 2.0

    Elvis 2.0

    Recorded on “Crow Bar Peace Pip

    Now the hero’s got empty shoes
    and the stand-in’s got the stage fright blues
    they don’t get sick and the don’t get well
    they spend their time a hangin’ around the ink well

    • Singing ooh, ooh there’s a doctor’ll give ya anything
      ooh, ooh, ooh and they sing it again
      “You may be dying for my sins
      but I don’t owe you a thing
      you may not be a fool (elvis)
      but you ain’t no king”

    Dyin’ from a pop disease
    Crucified and the symptoms are these
    Sex, Drugs, Money, Fame
    It’s what the people want so I’m not to blame

    Bridge:
    Sign my paper with a manuscript
    One way ticket to the kicking crypt
    Where I can meet my devil say yakety-yak
    Get my girl if I don’t look back

    Lonely, in a crowded room
    The music’s loud going boom boom!
    Yeah what gets ya thru the night at the end of the day
    No body understands a word you say

    • Ya say Ooh, ooh, ooh there’s a doctor give ya anything
      ooh, ooh, ooh and they sing it again
      “You may be dying for my sins
      but I don’t owe you a thing
      you may not be a fool (elvis)
      but you ain’t no king”