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So This Is (The Future)
Words and Music by Willi Brown
The door opens onto the highway
which lay there missin the moon
like a ribbon without a present
or a string without a balloonThis 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 askedThe 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 askedChords
Verse
D7 C7 G7
D7 C7 G7
D7 C7 G7
C7 A7
(maybe)
Chorus
G F C
G F C
G F C
F ARecording Notes
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. -
Mystery Sound #108
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. -
What You Left Behind
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 kissAnd 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 behindAnd 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 fliesAnd what’s been put out of your mind / may be on the front of your mind
Even when it’s not happening anymoreWhat 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
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Carbon Blowhole (for Porter Ranch)
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