i found this song from 2015, and was planning to backdate the post, but apparently METHANE is STILL LEAKING at ALISO CANYON.
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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 magicoutside 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 magicthere’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
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Hallway
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 differenceWe 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
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Bandcamp Hoh!
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 note about each track. Scenic Route Hoh!
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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 bangapril 2003
Las Vegas probably poolside… -
One For The Dead
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 -
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 tiedHangin 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 tiedLookin 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.
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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 blameBridge:
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 backLonely, 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”
- Singing ooh, ooh there’s a doctor’ll give ya anything