Songs

I’m self-taught on guitar, bass, and keyboards. I have some formal training on drums and voice, which dates back to high school and elementary school respectively. Since 1992, I’ve been credited as producer, writer, or vocalist on over 100 songs. Below are five studio recordings and my lyrics. FOUND ME A BOTTICELLI
Songwriter: Townsend
Guitar, Voice: Townsend

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"The path ahead of me
is said to be a golden sea."
Eyes hold hope
just like mum’s crystal ball.
Don’t need your friends to tell me.
Found me a Botticelli.
Hair cascades
just like a waterfall.
Don’t need these scars to remind me
of the bleed I left behind me.
Babe —
your lips heal it all.

I loved with slippery words
I had heard
in teenage years.
I hunted in my prayers
and in my dares
for something clear.
When stories I’d unfold
in her took hold,
I knew anon.
She had been the surest thing,
the purest wing
I’d flown upon.
No one ever felt the breeze
and melt with ease, unalarmed.
No one ever played for keeps
and stayed completely charmed.
Somehow these winding notes
did find a host
inside a heart.
I am blessed to be the one,
the sun
she rises to
— day’s start.

Eyes hold hope
just like mum’s crystal ball.
Don’t need your friends to tell me.
Found me a Botticelli.
Hair cascades
just like a waterfall.
Don’t need these scars to remind me
of the bleed I left behind me.
Babe —
your lips heal it all.

The path ahead of me
is said to be
a golden sea.
On tufted waves of treachery
and treasury,
I’ve come to be.
Until the hour
I showered
spring flowers on her —
my life did lack meaning,
back-leaning,
asunder.
Baby, your amazing grace
crazed the pace of a lost man.
Baby sifted through my mind,
lifted the binds off my hands.
I run my fingers through your skin,
unto these strings I’ve spun.
Relieve iniquity
and weave a legacy as one.

Eyes hold hope
just like mum’s crystal ball.
Don’t need your friends to tell me.
Found me a Botticelli.
Hair cascades
just like a waterfall.
Don’t need these scars to remind me
of the bleed I left behind me.
Babe —
your lips heal it all.
SUBLIMATION
Songwriter: Townsend
All Instruments, Voices: Townsend

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"I hate explaining eccentric id
to those who’ll never know me
the way she did."
Maybe we got
swept up
in a state of sublimation.
Spirits left our bodies behind.
Maybe what is left
is in a state of decimation,
never to be solidified.

All places seem the same,
all faces bear no name.
Since I left my love,
I can’t rise above.
Say a prayer.
Weigh the air
full of distances.
I can’t share,
cannot compare
all the instances.
I hate explaining eccentric id
to those who’ll never know me
the way she did.

Maybe we got
swept up
in a state of sublimation.
Spirits left our bodies behind.
Maybe what is left
is in a state of decimation,
never to be solidified.

All thoughts seem self-absorbed,
all instincts self-adored.
Since I left her arms,
there is no calm.
Say goodbye
to the lie
of a present tense.
I cannot spare,
cannot repair
half my common sense.
I hate retaining
a hint of regret
as the voices continue to beset.

Maybe we got
swept up
in a state of sublimation.
Spirits left our bodies behind.
Maybe what is left
is in a state of decimation,
never to be solidified.

Guitar, cry.
TWISTED VINE
Songwriter: Townsend
All Instruments, Voices: Townsend

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"All that’s said
tangles up my head."
Existed nine months ago,
twisted vine
has swallowed me whole.
All that’s said
tangles up my head.
Existed nine months ago,
twisted vine has swallowed my soul.
All that’s said
dangles from this thread.

You are the missing stone I need.
You are like watercolor bleed.
You see the garnet glow
from underneath my skin.
You are my faith in what’s hidden.

Existed nine months ago,
twisted vine
has swallowed me whole.
All that’s said
tangles up my head.
Existed nine months ago,
twisted vine has swallowed my soul.
All that’s said
dangles from this thread.

You are a feather on the breeze.
You are the spiral that it leaves.
You see the garnet glow
from underneath my skin.
You are the everywhere i’ve been.
(and I’ve been with you).

Existed nine months ago,
twisted vine
has swallowed me whole.
All that’s said
tangles up my head.
Existed nine months ago,
twisted vine has swallowed my soul.
All that’s said
dangles from this thread.

You are the thought that life will pass.
You are the hopes that I've amassed.
You see the garnet glow
from underneath my skin.
You are the screams I’ve held within
(within my head).
OBSIDIAN DAWN
Songwriter: Townsend
All Instruments, Voices: Townsend

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"Because you don’t
know what’s ahead,
you scream out loud
that love is dead —
to you."
Love:
What were you thinking of,
what were you drinking from — 
the well of what never was?
Were you dreaming of
some other girl,
some faraway world,
when it all unfurled?
Then, you wake
and she’s packed a suitcase
to meet some dude in St. Louis.
Because you knew this,
you’d seen it before,
you curse her name
and pound your fist on the floor.
Because you don’t
know what’s ahead,
you scream out loud
that love is dead —
to you.

Lover fans the fire
'til the early morn,
dancing on
obsidian dawn.
You can fantasize her
when the ember’s gone,
hung up on
what went wrong
with…

Love:
it’s funny how things begin,
it’s funny how things disintegrate —
when all the love turns into hate.
Were you picking on
her every move,
her lack of groove,
what did that bulls*** prove?
Then, you wake.
It’s all behind you.
Didn’t need another woman
to remind you,
or the priest to find you.
This is hell, for sure.
You curse her name
and run out the back door.
Because you don’t
know what’s ahead,
you scream out loud
that love is dead — 
to you.

Lover fans the fire
'til the early morn,
dancing on
obsidian dawn.
You can fantasize her
when the ember’s gone,
hung up on
what went wrong
with…

love.
WHEN I GET TO
Songwriter: Townsend
Guitar: Jeff Severson
Other Instruments, All Voices: Townsend

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“Nothing sustains life like you.” Falling down,
tripping on myself.
Thinking like bank
is the center of wealth.
Gotta check my health
because my mind was clown.
Walking ‘round town
like my s*** wasn’t brown.
Rising up,
sipping that good wine.
Drinking that love
that I left behind
because I’m above the line.
Got my a** cleaned up.
Gotta say wasSUP.
Look at daddy’s new shine.

Come home to papa.
Let me pop something on you.
No one gon’ stoppa
’til I tie the strings with you.

When I get to
see again,
I’m gonna lock my eyes on you.
Forget about the sun.
Forget them other ones.
It’s been so long since I was true.
When I get to
touch your skin,
I’m gonna leave behind the blue.
Forget about the sun.
Forget them other ones.
Nothing sustains life like you.

Bring it on
no matter what the price is.
Betting them gods gon’ burn my vices
if I turn the dices
into eversongs.
Singin' along to the early morning,
what’s that sound?
Brand new day here.
Wettin' my body in the shower of sincere.
The power to think clear
is so jazz up.
Gotta say wasSUP.
Look at daddy’s new shine.

Come home to papa.
Let me pop something on you.
No one gon’ stoppa
’til I tie the strings with you.

When I get to
see again,
I’m gonna lock my eyes on you.
Forget about the sun.
Forget them other ones.
It’s been so long since I was true.
When I get to
touch your skin,
I’m gonna leave behind the blue.
Forget about the sun.
Forget them other ones.
Nothing sustains life like you.
DEDICATION

In loving memory of Howie Friedman (1948-2016).
Fair Lawn High School (NJ) teacher extraordinaire, and a friend.
Thank you for putting me under the hot stage lights in 1990.
Gotta say wasSUP (Howie’s favorite line was SUP).

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