From the final volume of the Al Keys Saga, a conceptual series of demos about a retired boxer/trainer who is also a goldfish who lives with his estranged lover at The Sea Castle Hotel.  His love interest, Miss Guided Isolation, is addicted to heroin.  Yes, it is lugubrious, tragic, comic and cosmic.  From our suburban bunker to your internets;  hopefully the band will re-record all of the good ones for a proper Al Keys record.  Cheers!

Love.Since.Deferred

Demo for the unreleased songs off of Robert Pollard and Billy Joel's secret recordings, "bee STRANGER".  

Let's go
Let's go eat the piano, man
Don't eat anything for days that precede the piano eating day
Don't eat anything less absurd

Let's go
Let's go eat the piano, man

Eat your piano with destiny and vision
Yamaha and Steinway and Sons
Have the most delicious finish when you're done

Let's go eat the piano, man

Let's Go Eat The Piano, Man

Demos from the unreleased Billy Joel/Robert Pollard collaboration , "bee STRANGER".  

I met this couple from Hicksville New York
They used to chase the rain from the coast to La Guardia Airport

Storm Freaks
Oh No

Storm freak
Freaks out
Fine clouds
Stealing thunder
It's my thunder
I'm going under
I'm going under like a Clydesdale wonder

Storm freaks
Oh no

Chasing the clouds around
Beating my brains again


Storm Freaks

Air Supply demo in the style of Ryan Adams covering Taylor Swift.  

I'm All out of Love

Probably the greatest song ever written and performed by Air Waits, A.K.A. Waits Supply. I cover it because I'm always in love and I understand eternity and obsess and contemplate other abstract measures of time and frozen moments when I can't sleep.

The good news is that it sounds almost as good as when it was first pressed in a suburban recording bat-cave bunker nearly 29 years ago while Mom was making soup in the upstairs chicken.  As a tribute to your good taste in quality shit,  it was preserved on vinyl but then I had to record that onto a broken 4-track that was mixed to some low budget audio software I got for free when I ordered an adapter for $25.  The bad news is that it is so good that you must kill yourself; just like Mom's soup. So, it is very bittersweet for me to say to you, now, "Enjoy."  And, "See you on the flip side".  Freak out.

You're Every Woman in the World to Me

Demo for the new Hangboxer record.  23 years after the last release. 

Some Kind Of Lonely

TOOK ALL MY MONEY AND
I LOVE YOU SO
WELL, NOT YOU
THE MONEY
THE MONEY
THE MONEY, YOU KNOW


TOOK ALL MY FRIENDS
THAT I NEVER HAD
YEAH, I WISH I'D KNOWN THEM
YEAH, I WISH I HAD
I'D PROBABLY GIVE THEM
ALL OF MY MONEY

GOT SO MUCH MONEY IT MAKES YOU SAD
GOT SO MUCH MONEY

TOOK ALL MY MONEY
WELL I LOVE  IT SO
I ADORE YOU TOO, BABY
BUT IT'S' THE MONEY
THE MONEY, YOU KNOW

GONNA BE SO RICH
IT'S GONNA BE OBSCENE
GONNA BE FUCKING SICK
GONNA BE SO GREEN
IT'S THE MONEY!

ONE STEP BACK AND
A THOUSAND STEPS ONWARD
GONNA BUY YOU OUT
GONNA SEND YOU OVERSEAS
IVE BEEN GETTING LOTS OF GOOD GIGS
NOW IM DRINKING LOTS OF FREE BEER
FOR FORTY-TWO DAYS AND NIGHTS
MY BAND'S BEEN PLAYING HERE
MAKING ALL THE MONEY

AND IM NEVER GOING TO SLEEP IN THE VAN AGAIN AND
YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO TIP ME!!!!!!!!!!














This is a song about how rich Mike Travis and JR Fisher and I and all of our friends are gonna be from rock and roll.  The amount of green we accumulate in one location will be enough to nauseate the average person and will make the feign of heart or weak of stomach, projectile vomit at the mere sight of all of that cash.  It's sick, bro.

THE MONEY

The first track from Sean Woosley's brand new imaginary triple album "52 More Weeks of Winter".

52 More Weeks of Winter

Invierno De Calle

Track 12 of 2018's homegrown "52 More Weeks of Winter".   That groundhog can go fly a kite.

Free from daylight and
From the highway
Underneath the moon
Underneath the moon

Soaking in the moonbeams
Soaking in the vodka 
Soaking in the rain
Soaking in the rain

My life is miles and miles away and
My mind wanders there today

When it gets so quiet
I can hear your eyes move and when
Your heart tells you you're sick and weak

Rushing out to meet us
In the quicksilver car
In the mercurial sun
And it's off to the oasis

Where the heart dances away
Far away from the office and
The growing malaise

Where the heart can sing
So far away from the office and
The growing malaise

The evening is so uninhibited
It marches toward the daylight
It marches toward the daylight

I am no longer miserable
It is no longer gray on gray on gray

Post-Hollywood days and
The Growing Malaise

The Growing Malaise

Track #14 of "52 More Weeks of Winter"

Oh man, the light
Split the sky and
There was daylight all night

Alien fathers barfing out craft beer
Living the eternal good life
Everybody's their own captain
Everybody's their own good wife

Kids sailing out to sea in
Golden playhouses floating
I'm just running through your vodka jungle

Here comes Depression Boy
Let's see what's behind door number two
He's taking his time with his mistakes
Gonna smash everything that he can break

Oh man, the light!
Oh man, the light!
Oh man, the light!

Oh Man, The Light

I'm A Raincloud mp3

Let Me Count the Ways

She comes crying in the morning
Lays down next to me
Tells me she's afraid that the walls are closing in
Look at the mess we're in

He lives above the secretary
Yeah, I know he eats it, too
When the village all passed him by
How his spirit was so confused

He was picking off that first layer
Like that first time you met me
Like I was dancing with a spider
When the walls come down
I'm still gonna climb up another day just to meet you
Another day to greet you

Let's be neatly insane and
Come and go without plans
On a day without rain
When we're closed for repairs but

I didn't come back for this
Decomposing valley in your veins and
A view with you no longer there

How can I compare thee to anything else on earth?
You were so ghostly white
As white as a can of Miller Lite

Secretary of Onions

My 5 year old daughter said she had to write a song the other day when we were on our way home and this is what she wrote.

Snowflake

Snowflake (by Stella Woosley)

Definitive rows and the crackhead boyfriend reign high for a moment and
We drive to the drive-in
In the pouring rain

Thoughts stolen from the lonely theaters and the driving range
Where everything is orange in the morning
Everything is orange and strange

Horrific treasures lie of course
What are you gonna buy to replace us after the divorce?
I guess we were lovers for a moment
When a nation was dying and
The painters' hearts were smiling

Oh, I know you never wanted this lonely life
You old filthy bastard
It all comes back to me like an island
Where we were dreaming this dream
Where we could pay for this
Had no idea how much that it would cost
Fixated on human loss

Definitive roads and the crackhead boyfriend reign high for a moment and
We drive to the drive-in
In the pouring rain
Where everything is orange and strange

Orange and Strange

Off to sea
The other side of me
Punching waves black and white
With all of my might

The new newness
Feels so far away
The classrooms and the dull gray skies
The sleepy bore of the old school days and
Time that never flies

She's from the city
Beyond the typical lights
Not the half-go color
Not a model employee
Not lightning hitting the tower

Sometimes she just wants to put her head right through a brick wall
To let you know where she's coming from
To let you know she's heading for a fall

She's from the city
Beyond the typical lights
Not the half-go color

Not a model employee or
Lightning speaking from the fire or
Lightning sparking from the tower or
Lightning speaking like the devil

Not Lightning Speaking Like The Devil

Preview track from the forthcoming Woosley Band LP/CD release, "I Hope That You Find Love" with Lydia Loveless, Todd May and Tim Perdue.  Official release show is Columbus Ohio at Rumba Cafe with special guests Happy Chichester and Megan Palmer.  The band will have CDs and LPs available at shows and at Bandcamp.  Check it out on Spotify, YouTube and more.

Nobody Makes It Alone

A demo of a Halloween song I recently wrote that I recorded with Fritz at his place following an evening with him in Pittsburgh, before heading to Philadelphia to play a show at The Rusty Nail.

The Other Side of the Graveyard

First song off of Woosley Band's brand new release.

I Hope That You Find Love

Silverliner

Drifting servants and
The analytical outcasts
Virtually join me in the basement for a
Mystic mama breakfast

Mystic mama breakfast
Mystic mama breakfast
Why don't you meet me in the basement for 
Sunday morning mystic mama breakfast

There were futurists who told me
(in the 1970s)
There would be days like this
(and I read all that shit, too)
So, some days feel familiar and
Other days feel just like a test

Drifting remnants in the alley way
Analytical outcasts
Virtually join me in the basement for
Mystic mama breakfast

Mystic mama breakfast
You know I'm feeling no pain
I know that everything's not alright
By the look on your face

Everyone says they have so much time, now
You only got so much left
Get busy living or
Get busy dying
On our mystic mama breakfast

Mystic Mama Breakfast

Woosley Band live at Oldfield's on High, March 8, 2003.  Columbus, OH.

Considering Mars

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