Willi Brown

Category: Song

  • 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

  • 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”