Free Time - Tombstone Chronicles VII - Holworks Music 2026
Mark S. Holman
Holworks Music
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I had this song here in 2010 with me singing and Fred Flintstone recording, so bad. I am sort of embarrassed I let anyone listen to it. This version is clean, compelling, and reflects a slice of life on a Manhattan sidewalk. Sometimes the cat calls are so loud for her that it must means she is craved by many. She just looks at me and says, "Say Hi, when you have some free time."
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Free Time
I paint bridges in purples,
Scraped on like rust on stairs.
They don't get too much attention because they're casually observed
If you don't park behind plantain bushes
Where that street gold powder you
Yeah, won't be in a sand in your eye
Trying to make a hustle
Don't you feel alive in this concrete noise
Don't you feel alive in this concrete noise
Yeah, going to whistle
Yeah, a little cat call
I just call right out to you
What we going to do tonight,
I just cry out to you
What we going to do tonight,
Won't you just say hi
When you got some free time
Yeah, when you got some free time
Yeah
[Chorus]
Do what you want when you don't think you want anything
They'll be bright shiners
They'll be slick lip lizards
They'll be wild beasts and horse tramps
But you got to be who you want
[Verse 2]
That's what they say when it's not a love
I got to get closer
See the devil in my eye
There's brandished feelings
There's more thoughts than I can control
But I'm waiting for some sublime junkie
Give me more, give me more
[Chorus]
Yeah, don't stray in the parking lot
There's an evil doer
Then if you watch from above
And I strip down, side down, listen to you
I call, I call, I call something you know
[Verse 3]
I know you understand
Living here, understand the situation
Where you going, where you going
Do you even understand
Come right to your senses and think
If you get buried in a nice little rhyme
God, did you want to hide
If you seek forgiveness from insults and bribes
Take it on back, yeah
Take it on back, baby
[Chorus]
No one says you got to be here
No one says you got to reappear
No one takes a handful of straw to the way you do
But I better walk, better walk and turn away
I'd rather hide my apples
Better keep my feet from freezing
Strip down, yeah
[Outro]
Oh, here it's dark
Yeah, walk where there is there's no one
Oh, yeah step away smooth
Even in the darkest cavern on sixth street
The discarded newspapers are street performers
That show up winded and fly like wild things
As origami pigeons or donkeys with wings
[Chorus]
I just call right out to you
What we going to do tonight,
I just cry out to you
What we going to do tonight,
Won't you just say hi
When you got some free time
Yeah, when you got some free time
Yeah
Mark S. Holman - Free Time
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