Til Willis
@tilwillis.bsky.social
Power of decision
Rocket ship slide
Of the radio dial
In all vintage glory
Compartmentalized static
And orders to hold
If orders can be held
Somewhere to the East
Rocket ship slide
Of the radio dial
In all vintage glory
Compartmentalized static
And orders to hold
If orders can be held
Somewhere to the East
December 10, 2025 at 1:42 PM
Power of decision
Rocket ship slide
Of the radio dial
In all vintage glory
Compartmentalized static
And orders to hold
If orders can be held
Somewhere to the East
Rocket ship slide
Of the radio dial
In all vintage glory
Compartmentalized static
And orders to hold
If orders can be held
Somewhere to the East
We played near him
While he was able to wake
And he liked it
One eye over
Our youth
And he loved it
Incentivized wit
Sweet vermouth
Loud clover
Incentive not to quit
Even as the days take
Umbrage and limb
While he was able to wake
And he liked it
One eye over
Our youth
And he loved it
Incentivized wit
Sweet vermouth
Loud clover
Incentive not to quit
Even as the days take
Umbrage and limb
December 9, 2025 at 5:51 PM
We played near him
While he was able to wake
And he liked it
One eye over
Our youth
And he loved it
Incentivized wit
Sweet vermouth
Loud clover
Incentive not to quit
Even as the days take
Umbrage and limb
While he was able to wake
And he liked it
One eye over
Our youth
And he loved it
Incentivized wit
Sweet vermouth
Loud clover
Incentive not to quit
Even as the days take
Umbrage and limb
“When you are writing, you're conjuring. It's a ritual, and you need to be brave and respectful and sometimes get out of the way of whatever it is that you're inviting into the room.”
Happy Birthday, #TomWaits!
Happy Birthday, #TomWaits!
December 7, 2025 at 4:17 PM
“When you are writing, you're conjuring. It's a ritual, and you need to be brave and respectful and sometimes get out of the way of whatever it is that you're inviting into the room.”
Happy Birthday, #TomWaits!
Happy Birthday, #TomWaits!
Cameras on cranes
Splitting the ark
Filming mileage
Like some face in the rain
Wishing a lover would
Climb in the cab
Of a truck heading East
In an Ottawa autumn
Not living the lingering feel
Splitting the ark
Filming mileage
Like some face in the rain
Wishing a lover would
Climb in the cab
Of a truck heading East
In an Ottawa autumn
Not living the lingering feel
December 4, 2025 at 3:25 PM
Cameras on cranes
Splitting the ark
Filming mileage
Like some face in the rain
Wishing a lover would
Climb in the cab
Of a truck heading East
In an Ottawa autumn
Not living the lingering feel
Splitting the ark
Filming mileage
Like some face in the rain
Wishing a lover would
Climb in the cab
Of a truck heading East
In an Ottawa autumn
Not living the lingering feel
Spoke in baritone
And dreamed recess
Dreamed melody
But no song came
Just rage
Wanted open windows
Free as a campfire
Screaming embers of ages
And dreamed recess
Dreamed melody
But no song came
Just rage
Wanted open windows
Free as a campfire
Screaming embers of ages
December 3, 2025 at 4:54 PM
Spoke in baritone
And dreamed recess
Dreamed melody
But no song came
Just rage
Wanted open windows
Free as a campfire
Screaming embers of ages
And dreamed recess
Dreamed melody
But no song came
Just rage
Wanted open windows
Free as a campfire
Screaming embers of ages
Nighttime #vinyl listening, #JoniMitchell
December 3, 2025 at 12:51 AM
Nighttime #vinyl listening, #JoniMitchell
There is love
Burnt mountain black
And misty wet with sorrow
Occupied cities
Forrest green hearts
Masking the whites of their eyes
In maps of carbon paper
The savior
Rises with spies
While police cars
Drag mercy and pity
On their bumpers tomorrow
Pushing the throng back
As hard as they can
Burnt mountain black
And misty wet with sorrow
Occupied cities
Forrest green hearts
Masking the whites of their eyes
In maps of carbon paper
The savior
Rises with spies
While police cars
Drag mercy and pity
On their bumpers tomorrow
Pushing the throng back
As hard as they can
December 2, 2025 at 3:13 PM
There is love
Burnt mountain black
And misty wet with sorrow
Occupied cities
Forrest green hearts
Masking the whites of their eyes
In maps of carbon paper
The savior
Rises with spies
While police cars
Drag mercy and pity
On their bumpers tomorrow
Pushing the throng back
As hard as they can
Burnt mountain black
And misty wet with sorrow
Occupied cities
Forrest green hearts
Masking the whites of their eyes
In maps of carbon paper
The savior
Rises with spies
While police cars
Drag mercy and pity
On their bumpers tomorrow
Pushing the throng back
As hard as they can
Nighttime #vinyl listening, #AfricanHeadCharge
December 2, 2025 at 1:25 AM
Nighttime #vinyl listening, #AfricanHeadCharge
Fun with frozen bubbles
December 1, 2025 at 10:45 PM
Fun with frozen bubbles
December 1, 2025 at 2:55 AM
Circle, by Til Willis
from the album Glass Cactus
tilwillis.bandcamp.com
November 29, 2025 at 6:29 PM
Few more pics from the session this weekend
November 24, 2025 at 4:51 PM
Few more pics from the session this weekend
Scenes from the recording session last night at Exceptions Studios. We recorded five songs for one of the three EPs that’ll be coming out next year.
November 23, 2025 at 3:52 PM
Scenes from the recording session last night at Exceptions Studios. We recorded five songs for one of the three EPs that’ll be coming out next year.
Gotta recording session tomorrow, so we rehearsed last night.
November 21, 2025 at 4:30 PM
Gotta recording session tomorrow, so we rehearsed last night.
Lean in
The whisper is blowing
From the stern
With too many navigational notes
And grace was spied
Across the 25th Southern parallel
Oh shredded sail
The depth of pride
Has no boat
With which to reach the berm
Of fire that’s glowing
Lean in
The whisper is blowing
From the stern
With too many navigational notes
And grace was spied
Across the 25th Southern parallel
Oh shredded sail
The depth of pride
Has no boat
With which to reach the berm
Of fire that’s glowing
Lean in
November 19, 2025 at 1:43 PM
Lean in
The whisper is blowing
From the stern
With too many navigational notes
And grace was spied
Across the 25th Southern parallel
Oh shredded sail
The depth of pride
Has no boat
With which to reach the berm
Of fire that’s glowing
Lean in
The whisper is blowing
From the stern
With too many navigational notes
And grace was spied
Across the 25th Southern parallel
Oh shredded sail
The depth of pride
Has no boat
With which to reach the berm
Of fire that’s glowing
Lean in
November 13, 2025 at 3:12 PM