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52 More Weeks of Winter

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

Track #6 from "52 More Weeks of Winter"

We used to see him at the park
Walking his dog or feeding birds
I never saw him after dark
We never shared too many words

Watched him walk through an exploding doorway

I guess he blew up pretty good
Took us days to clean the mess
When they came for the remains
There was nothing left

Watched him walk through an exploding doorway
It was a hell of a way to go out

Exploding Doorway

Spoke like an emperor
Resonating through the holy club
You talked about "the jumping off" and
You pledged all of your sweet love

I found a train full of lightning at
The bottom of a wishing well
Took it all the way to Memphis
Just to see if it'd still ring a bell

Everybody loves a cool monster
Everybody wants to be free
Nobody wants to be lonley
You wouldn't want to be me

One of these days I'm going to bring it all back home for you
Or at least most of it
I will save for you and
Only you
Oh, my darling, it's only you

Flag Man's Lament

Track #8 from the 2018 box set, "52 More Weeks of Winter". 

Dropping down the dirty hammer
Spitting out the emerald words
I can hear them blowing through the canyon and
I can hear it in the woods

It smiles at you
Who knew how different the world would behave
Once the observer looked away

All the ships sailing seasick in the distance
Dying in the red, red sun

It smiles for you or
It smiles for no one

All of God's trumpets
Blaring in the headlights
Dying in the red, red sun

It smiles at you or
It smiles for no one

One of these days you will feel it and
You will know
It smiles at you or
It smiles for no one

It Smiles At You

Track #9 from 52 More Weeks of Winter

The sun falls down on your parade
It's how these things happen
It's how the game is played

For a frozen moment
I thought I knew you well
These days I can barely tell

The moon rolls around and all around my brain
Until the bottom falls out and
Rolls down the drain

And time goes on
It all goes by in a flash
420 watt light bulb
In a quasar bath

For a frozen moment
i thought I knew you so well but
These days I can barely tell

30 knots and tears of rage
This is no time to complain
You've got yourself to blame
You took so much for so long
Hold on as the world around you changes and
Rearranges you
There's nothing can do 
If you walk away

For A Frozen Moment

Track #10 from 2018's not entirely maginary 9-record set "52 More Weeks of Winter"  The hits from coast to coast.

Clueless dollar
Merry beast
Lives in squalor
Cares the least

He don't have boundaries
She don't have beliefs
She drives her Mustang
Down my street

Within the smokescreen of my dream, I mean
Not just thoughts and prayers from afar
It all weighs less than helium
My thoughts are going, going
Gone

It sits upon my heart and
I can't separate facts from my soul
It's in my blood but
I think about leaving it behind

I'm the merry beast

The Merry Beast of the Bus Stop

Track #11 

So, what's sitting in the card deck?
That's why the whole town's wrecked
They can always find you
There's no hiding in your underground

Blue collar faded
Backwards and dated
Good old boys in the distance 
On stilts in the rain

What is all the fire in my belly breathing hard?
I'm not just another reptile
I'm not just another wounded heart or

A light that you never put out
That's a light
That's a light, yeah

Oh, to roam a loner
Oh, to roam, alone
In all the streets of sawdust and 
Yellow fog and smoke

It's not distain
It's not the first time we looked away
You know, it's foggy out at 3am at
Hamburger Inn

Your Recent Bout With Obliteration

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

Baby who knew
We just blew the best days of our lives away
Killing time in the great space factory?
Now, Mama's on the roof and she won't come down 
She said she don't come down just for any clown

Won't wake the teleprompters, now 
Won't wake the teleprompter 

Best boy just called from the shore
Says he doesn't want to have to think about it twice anymore
He said, "Wouldn't it be nice if we were all a lot younger and we didn't have to live so long; maybe not even through this summer?"

Don't wake the teleprompter, now
Won't wake the teleprompter

Won't Wake The Teleprompter

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

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

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

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