Willi Brown

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  • Waymore Random

    Waymore Random

    Music: Al Gromer Khan (“Conga Jog”) Words and Remix: Willi Brown

    leaving aside all evidence 

    that discipline is a drag

    Let’s assume that humans

    all 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 a tattered map

    Some ragged paper catcher of my dreams

    then i could point to some direction

    Like I’m the master of my plan

    But this is way more Random than it seems

    Yeah, it’s waymore random than it seems

    …

    14 billion light years argue 

    against the limited local view

    So I’m of the mind to wonder what’s the point 

    But unless I’m in depression 

    I’m always rolling somewhere 

    Even if it’s just another joint

    …

    I claim to be a poet 

    and it protects me from the game 

    all competitive and thrashing up the stream

    I’m all “just dreams and vague directions” (Gorka) too cool 😎 for…  school

    But yeah possibly less random than it seems

    Oh yeah, totally, less random than it seems

    …

    So when your heart begins to notice

    Some doubt and hesitation

    Just breathe and make a friend with another change 

    Whether you march ahead, 

    or you juke and dance around

    May your trip be light and always long and strange

  • Friends I Miss You

    Friends I Miss You

    friends, I miss you out there / in all the worlds / friends, I miss you

    Composed and Recorded 20jan17

    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 long deep drinks at the bar. No, there’s a flooded street now, high and low emotions. There’s a flooded street now and a long deep drink and a cold, clear mirror, a mirror with no back, which admits nothing, which contains all reveries, nothing. look at the truth and back home to the ground, around us, where a hand reaches, shoulder and a light kiss.

    Friends, I miss you out there in the country and the world, and all the worlds. Friends, I miss you. And yet I touch you. right now. through waves, bits, I touch you. Friends, I miss you? You’re right here. We’re all right here together. Round a campfire. You know how it is? It’s. It’s like that. So you bring it in. Throw a little tamborine on it. Everybody’s all… a little tickle.

    Friends, I miss you. I know that I don’t write enough, I know that I don’t call. Yeah, well, I could say I’m busy. We’re all busy. We all got our hands full and our arms full and our eyes full and our mouths full.

    And damn, if, you know, it when it all comes down to it… shoo, fill my entire life out of one good hug. One good, true and real conversation like I had tonight.

    Friends, I miss you. And you’re marching. Or you’re sleeping. But we’re all still around the same campfire. It ain’t them. There is no them, okay? There’s only us.

    May all beings be happy. May all beings be free.

    [Podcast is brought to you by…]

    Sunset on the Malecon deciembre ’24
    Willi Chief Wahoo Brown
    Chief Wahoo grinning in a sweater Point Richmond, CA 2019
  • Golden & Perfect

    Golden & Perfect

    Here, have a hit. I have no idea where it’s from and I love, love, love it and could never play it again a second time the same way ever.

    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 🌞

    Golden Perfect

    There’s nothing to think about

    but the sun going down

    There’s nothing to sing about

    but the sun coming up

    It’s Golden and it’s Perfect

    There’s nothing to do

    but sing a simple song

    There’s nothing to do

    nothing is wrong

    It’s Golden and it’s Perfect

  • Evolución (safe after dark)

    Evolución (safe after dark)

    acoustik version

    Words and Music by Willi Brown

    I introduce myself
    in a modernly sensitive way
    but I can’t help but feel
    hypocritical…
    because i want you

    (and respect you beautiful) 

    But I don't want you to be bugged honey 
     
and a-think i'm just a-hittin' on you 
    
i think it's a drag that a girl don't feel... 
    
Safe. After. Dark.
    
    {Evolution seems like a failure}

      A six pack of pride swallowed tonight
      when i spoke to you / at the slam dance
      it’s always our job to make the first move
      and buy the flowers

      Chorus

      Nah know I’m not your Jesus Christ
      and he ain’t no axe muderer neither
      I ain’t the cream of the wheat / or the cream of the crop

      I’m just confused!

      Memory is that this was written in Seattle around 1994 when I was going to the Crocodile cafe every other night to drink and hit on girls. After reading an article in the Stranger (some feminist propoganda thing *jk*) I wrote these words in a cheap spiral.

    • Independence Day

      Well future stepped into my field…


      Uke version Dechen Dancehall Wimberley, TX 16apr22

      Independence Day written by Vic Chesnutt

      From the album “Little” produced by Michael Stipe.

      For a long time I thought in the last verse the line was “untouchable as the undocumented self”

    • Elvis Came Home Today

      Elvis Came Home Today

      Inspired by this Elvis Frankenstein image mashup

      so this was a bit unrehearsed 
           and seriously
      had spent most of the day
              on housework
      with a brief 
                swimmin' pool brek

      Credits: SomaFM Heavyweight Reggae (background music), quotes from Dylan (“Isis”), Withers (“Ain’t No”) and a Willi Brown tune called “Elvis X2” which can be found …. here!

    • Pass Me By

      Words and Music Willi Brown 


      Acoustic Demo version from Seattle

      Moving on leaving all your books behind
      pages falling from what I need
      Forgot whatever I wanted to find,
      won’t remember what I once believed

      Willi Brown in straw hat holding up a joker playing card.

      I’ll create my own confusion
      get my legend with room to spare
      I pray for patience and something old
      to help me driver to get back there

      *Pass me by I’ve forgotten the way
      Go on ahead, you know the night will stay
      No one can help me – don’t even try
      Go on ahead and pass me by

      No comfort of familiar nightmares
      can hold my wishes back down inside
      Tell my story for me… after I’m gone
      Those questions of right and wrong … let ’em ride

      I’ll take this the wrong way
      It’s happened before (“I didn’t touch a thing”)
      I’m always hopin’ the night will stay
      Like a bird of prey with a broken wing

      Surrender all my expressions of love… with my pride
      A gift to leave back down by the gate of our lives

      *Pass me by I’ve forgotten the way
      Go on ahead, you know the night will stay
      No one can help me – don’t even try
      Go on ahead and pass me by

    • easter peeps

      one wonderful thing

      about spring

    • So This Is (The Future)

      So This Is (The Future)

      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

      Chords

      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

      Recording 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.

    • 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 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

      Beautiful Blond Sandy Beach Sunlight Behind