Timeless Disasters (The 80s)

Verse 1
The streets are quiet, stars are bright,
Every window’s glowing light.
I keep on walking, feels alright,
Looking for a spark tonight.

Pre-Chorus
I’m reaching out, but it’s unclear,
Something tells me you’re not near.

Chorus
Waiting for a sign tonight,
Holding on with all my might.
Waiting for a sign to show,
But the silence tells me no.

Verse 2
The radio plays a melody,
Sounds like it was meant for me.
I sing along, it carries fine,
Something more between the lines.

Pre-Chorus
I’m reaching out, but it’s unclear,
Something tells me you’re not near.

Chorus
Waiting for a sign tonight,
Holding on with all my might.
Waiting for a sign to show,
But the silence tells me no.

Bridge (truth revealed)
Every light is burning out,
Every whisper turns to doubt.
All the signs I thought I knew,
Were just shadows without you.

Final Chorus (extended)
Waiting for a sign tonight,
Holding on with all my might.
Waiting for a sign to show,
But the silence tells me no.


Waiting For A Sign

Verse 1
The lights are flashing, bodies move in time
I’m holding their hand, but your eyes meet mine
I see you clearer than the one I’m with
Every step we steal is an unwrapped gift

Verse 2
You lock into my eyes, you lean in with pride
You wipe your lips with what you can't hide
Shoulder to shoulder, a brush that burns like fire
Accidents don’t last this long, we’re feeding desire

Pre-Chorus
We talk in silence louder than the song
The crowd thinks we’re strangers, but they’re wrong

Chorus
Moving and Grooving, starting slow and then faster
Teach me the rhythm that turns mistakes to disaster
Every bump’s a promise, every spin is the proof
We’re breaking the rules with every new move

Verse 3
Your hand skims my waist like it missed by design
I bite back a smile, keep the rhythm in line
We’re dancing shadows nobody else can see
Borrowed hands, borrowed time, borrowed heat

Pre-Chorus
We talk in silence louder than the song
The crowd thinks we’re strangers, but they’re wrong

Chorus
Moving and grooving, starting slow then faster
Teach me the rhythm that turns mistakes to disaster
Every bump’s a promise, every spin is the proof
We’re breaking the rules with every new move

Bridge
Spin me around, drop me low till I shake
Our tempo’s a rush no DJ could fake
The room belongs to them, but the song is ours
We rehearse in the dark, stealing minutes, stealing hours

Final Chorus / Outro
Moving and grooving, starting slow and then faster
Teach me the rhythm that turns mistakes to disaster
Every bump’s a promise, every spin is the proof
We’re breaking the rules with every new move

Moving and Grooving


Verse 1
Put me on the sidelines, write me off and turn away
String up my mistakes and hang them up for display
Call me broken, say I’m done
Say the room is for winners — I’ll never belong

Pre-Chorus
Pressure makes the metal sing, and silence makes a sound
When corners close and embers flare, I find my battleground

Chorus
Count me out, then hear me shout... I’m louder than you know
Here you are, you pushed too far... now watch me explode
Stamp your footprints in the dust, keep thinking I’m down
So count me out... and I’ll burn it all to the ground

Verse 2
You used my worst like a knife against my name
Chained me with rumors, fed the small-town flame
You smiled while you cut me deep, betting I’d fade out
Now watch the smoke I raise as I burn your doubts

Pre-Chorus
The night is full of hungry eyes, but I’ve been feeding coal
What you mistook for quiet was just patience in my soul

Chorus
Count me out, then hear me shout... I’m louder than you know
Here you are, you pushed too far... now watch me explode
Stamp your footprints in the dust, keep thinking I’m down
So count me out... and I’ll burn it all to the ground

Bridge
You wanted me soft — I learned to roar
You built your throne on what I wore
Now watch the pieces catch the light
We take the dark and make it bright

Solo (instrumental guitar solo)

Final Chorus (x2)
Count me out, then hear me shout... I’m louder than you know
Count me out, you pushed too far... now watch me explode
You thought I’d break — you thought I’d bow
Count me out — I’m the storm you can’t drown

Outro (chant fade)
Count me out — go on, try now
Count me out — watch me now



Count Me Out

Verse 1
I know he saw me as he walked by,
The way his smile reached out, I can’t deny.
He reached across me, whispered “excuse me,”
And the world lit up like it was just you and me.

Pre-Chorus
They say I’m chasing shadows,
But they don’t feel this spark.
Every glance, every echo,
Sets a fire in the dark.

Chorus
I know he saw me, I felt it inside,
Like a secret heartbeat he can’t hide.
Maybe it’s nothing, or maybe it’s true,
But I know he saw me — I know he knew.


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Verse 2
He laughed at my joke, just a second too long,
Opened the door, let the moment grow strong.
Everyone says he doesn’t even care,
But they don’t see the way he’s standing there.

Pre-Chorus
They say I’m chasing shadows,
But they don’t feel this spark.
Every glance, every echo,
Sets a fire in the dark.

Chorus
I know he saw me, I felt it inside,
Like a secret heartbeat he can’t hide.
Maybe it’s nothing, or maybe it’s true,
But I know he saw me — I know he knew.


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Bridge
Maybe it’s just my heart painting the signs,
But oh, how it colors the space between the lines.
If it’s a dream, don’t wake me yet,
It feels too good to second guess.

Final Chorus (lifted)
I know he saw me, I felt it inside,
Like a secret heartbeat he can’t hide.
Maybe it’s nothing, or maybe it’s true,
But I know he saw me — I know he knew.




I Know He Saw Me


Intro (chant, call-and-response)
Say hey! (HEY!)
Say yeah! (YEAH!)
Talk back, talk back — everywhere!


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Verse 1
Hit the pavement, speakers crack,
Beat’s a hammer, no turning back.
Streetlight’s glowing, crowd’s in sync,
Words on fire, sparks in ink.

Pre-Chorus (half-rapped / half-shouted)
Turn it up, don’t fade to black,
Every voice is talking back.

Chorus (chant)
Talk back, talk back, feel it in the sound,
Talk back, talk back, shaking up the ground.
Talk back, talk back, louder every time,
Talk back, talk back, rhythm on the line.


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Verse 2
Break the silence, break the frame,
Every shout’s another name.
Walls are moving, floors can’t hold,
Talk back, talk back — never grow old.

Pre-Chorus
Turn it up, don’t fade to black,
Every voice is talking back.

Chorus (chant)
Talk back, talk back, feel it in the sound,
Talk back, talk back, shaking up the ground.
Talk back, talk back, louder every time,
Talk back, talk back, rhythm on the line.


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Bridge (DJ cut / breakbeat)

Chorus (chant)
Talk back, talk back, feel it in the sound,
Talk back, talk back, shaking up the ground.
Talk back, talk back, louder every time,
Talk back, talk back, rhythm on the line.



Talk Back


Verse 1 – Dress Code
They ironed my shirt, said “tuck it in tight”
Told me how to walk, how to smile just right
Your picture-perfect mirror makes me sick
I’ll crack the glass and call it a trick

Chorus
They say “be the best” — I say “screw the test”
I don’t need your mold, I’ll tear up the rest
You want me to be just like you—
But all I want is to live like true!

Verse 2 – Scripted Lines
You wrote my lines, I forgot the cue
Said “speak polite,” but I talk like who?
Your golden rules are painted rust
I’ll take your script and turn it to dust

Chorus
They say “be the best” — I say “screw the test”
I don’t need your mold, I’ll tear up the rest
You want me to be just like you—
But all I want is to live like true!

Bridge (gang chant / breakdown)
Not your soldier, not your clone
Not your puppet, not your throne
We’ll burn the page, we’ll break the cue
We’re not like them — we’re living true!

Verse 3 – Plastic Crown (half verse before final chorus)
You built a throne out of plastic lies
Said bow your head and don’t improvise

Final Chorus (double, shouted)
They say “be the best” — I say “screw the test”
I don’t need your mold, I’ll tear up the rest
You want me to be just like you—
But all I want is to live like true!


Just Stop

I'm not a musician.  But I feel the music that I cannot create. I write the lyrics from scenes in my short stories. plays, novellas, and novels as "emotional scaffolding". And even then, I don't consider myself a writer, but a storyteller.

If you think my songs aren't commercial grade, you're probably right. 

But if you enjoyed any of them, that makes me happy. 

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Jeremy Brown