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52 More Weeks of Winter

03 - St. Lenox - The Look Of Love (by Burt Bacharach) - Garden of Eden edit

Demo only - All Rights to Copyright Holder

For What It's Worth (Buffalo Springfield cover)- Steven Brunton

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

Invierno De Calle

Track 2 of my brand new completely imaginary 20 record set entitled "52 More Weeks of Winter"

Working on the blasted spirit of the red glow
I've been trying to read a labyinth's lips
I'm on an apparition trip

My 24-hour honey pie
Spilling ashes as you fly with the
Princes and swollen returns

Can you tranlsate the institution and
Embroidered imbroglio
Nero and the sound of a bell and
Armored ships sail to heaven

In the smug homelands of Kansas City
I read the newspaper
I share a drink with you and now

I'm not so sure that a mirror lies in a swamp tank
Composing all your lies

When In The Smug Homelands of Kansas City

Track #3 of my 20 record set "52 More Weeks of Winter"

Robots can try me on death row...

What great fortune awaits
When Victory comes to you as a bride and
The dozens roll and
The vodka flows and
The stories are told and
All our memories are gold

Robots can try me on death row...

I know what you mean when you say,
'Waiting is the hardest part'
I haven't seen your face in so long
I don't know where to start
Robots are tearing us apart
Inside my head and in my heart
Inside my cell and in the yard
Robots are tearing us apart and

I grow so old
Waiting for parole

Robots Try Me On Death Row

Track #4 from "52 More Weeks of Winter"

You can't destroy my baby...

Beyond the periodical
The lobster writes it down
Swearing that he'll take no prisoners
He will never have any answers
Only to retell his story how it was found

He never uses two words
When only one will do

Running after the demons that we swore we'd never chase and
now it seems that we must be in a race

On The Periodical

Track #5 from "52 More Weeks of Winter"

Tomorrow the invisible places
Irretrievable, irrevocable places
Of faces that fill up our past
Tomorrow knew they'd never last

You can spend all your time chasing a ghost but
You'll never make the most out of your sorrow and
If you're in desperation I hope you give me a call
Tomorrow, the invisible plans

They say a star was never born at home and
Hope can walk through the fire
Baby please, won't you take my hand 
As the flames get higher and higher

If you come back and the clouds break and
Your visions are shattered too
Maybe we'll find out where all the martyrs go
Whenever they're done doing whatever martyrs do

Tomorrow, the invisible places
Tomorrow, the invisible plans and
All the traces of faces that fill up our past
Tomorrow knew it'd never last

Tomorrow, The Invisible Plan

02 - Wont - Wake - The - Teleprompter

lets not fall in love

The Abandonded ep

missu (sister soul mine)

Written, Performed and Recorded by Colin Gawel at Colin's Coffee March 23-27, 2020. Thanks to the patient customers that sometimes had to wait just a moment so I could wrap something up. This isn't perfect, but during these times, that's not really an option. Stay safe and support a local business if you can. Peace. - Colin

Standing on the Rocks

Written and recorded on Garage Band at Colin's Coffee April 7-10, 2020

Hard Times For Young Lovers and Old Friends

Paula White is Winning

Kilgore Trout of the songwriting underworld uploads 365 lo-fi rock songs from a bunker in the burbs.

On The Periodical

Sean Woosley

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