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released February 3, 2017

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Til Willis Lawrence, Kansas

Til Willis, born in the heat of 1980, has been making music for a long time. Currently, when not performing solo, he makes noise with Erratic Cowboy. The style of music is lyric driven rock, that draws influence from many sources. Some have described it as Tin-Roof-Rain-Water-Bop. In his years of touring the country, Til has had the pleasure to perform with such notable talents as Pete Seeger.... ... more

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Track Name: Small Car
I need a zipper on a good coat
Need the unheard music to find my throat
There are things I need you to know
About me

I'm in a small car driving West
In a big country driving West

I used to push my will through
Didn't let anyone tell me what to do
Now I wonder if it was best
To adopt these stances

I'm in a small car driving West
In a big country driving West

Anchored my feet to big books
Just to have a better look
At things as they really are
From the windshield from afar

I'm in a small car driving West
In a big country driving West

The lone wolf hunts free
Where there are no hands to feed
There are things you never cared to know
And there's things I'll never show

I'm in a small car driving West
In a big country driving West
Track Name: Hoping For A Miracle
Siphon off some gas from the continental artificial vein
In the early hours before dirt felt rain
Surrounded by tenets of love's little cowards
Monetarily theistic and willed to power
By those who seek to take all my opportunity
And leave me with not one shred of dignity

Now there's a table set, only a few will eat
Bread burns as it's bartered in the street
All it's blessings lifted from needy tongues
To feed the poor the rich exploit the foreign and the young
Standing in the market where bodies are sold, or stacked in the garage
Waiting for the fall of the mirage

Now I've been in four different Cubas, and a dozen red states
Where thieves of broken dream pick their running mates
Walking the street hoping for a miracle
hoping for a miracle