What Happened to My Brother
What happened to my brother
The life in his eyes?
Did something shake his brain
On that long bus ride?
What happened to my brother?
Swear he had my mother's face
What I'd give to find him
Hold him in a long embrace
What happened to his body?
Why's he look so white and empty?
When he shows up at my door
Just don't know him
Used to sit and talk for days
Now he lays there in a haze
'Til some tiny little nothin'
Triggers psychotic eruption
What happens when he's sleepin'?
Why's he wake up cryin' and screamin'?
Walkin' into walls and runnin'
Like hungry animals are comin'
To gnaw his bones, lap up his blood
From a ditch bank in the mud
Leave his scarecrow in the sticks
For the black birds
And the blue jays to pick
For the nature to encroach
For the wanderers to approach
For the snow and autumn leaves
To be buried underneath
For the rivers to rise
Wash him out into the tides
What happened to my brother?
He used to have his pick of lovers
A whole array of pretty ones
My brother was a silver Sun
A heavyweight, a head bull
A frontman and waterfall
A stoic prince, not the second
But the first violin
So for, so for, so forget the viola
So for, so for, so forget cello
So for, so for, so forget the violin
He's up, he's up, he's up in his room
Gone solo
He used to dazzle us
Leave a trail of magic dust
At the end of every joke
We would laugh so hard, we'd choke
He could turn over a stone
Find an endless well of poems
Used to bring the sweetest gifts
We went to him to be uplifted
Inspiration, friendship
We needed love, we needed tips
Oh, how I miss, how I miss
My brother, I miss
You ask me what's he do?
He swallows reds, he swallows blues
Stares off in the night sky
You ask me what's he do?
So for, so for, so forget the viola
So for, so for, so forget the cello
So for, so for, so forget the violin
He's up, he's up, he's up there
Layin' low
The life in his eyes?
Did something shake his brain
On that long bus ride?
What happened to my brother?
Swear he had my mother's face
What I'd give to find him
Hold him in a long embrace
What happened to his body?
Why's he look so white and empty?
When he shows up at my door
Just don't know him
Used to sit and talk for days
Now he lays there in a haze
'Til some tiny little nothin'
Triggers psychotic eruption
What happens when he's sleepin'?
Why's he wake up cryin' and screamin'?
Walkin' into walls and runnin'
Like hungry animals are comin'
To gnaw his bones, lap up his blood
From a ditch bank in the mud
Leave his scarecrow in the sticks
For the black birds
And the blue jays to pick
For the nature to encroach
For the wanderers to approach
For the snow and autumn leaves
To be buried underneath
For the rivers to rise
Wash him out into the tides
What happened to my brother?
He used to have his pick of lovers
A whole array of pretty ones
My brother was a silver Sun
A heavyweight, a head bull
A frontman and waterfall
A stoic prince, not the second
But the first violin
So for, so for, so forget the viola
So for, so for, so forget cello
So for, so for, so forget the violin
He's up, he's up, he's up in his room
Gone solo
He used to dazzle us
Leave a trail of magic dust
At the end of every joke
We would laugh so hard, we'd choke
He could turn over a stone
Find an endless well of poems
Used to bring the sweetest gifts
We went to him to be uplifted
Inspiration, friendship
We needed love, we needed tips
Oh, how I miss, how I miss
My brother, I miss
You ask me what's he do?
He swallows reds, he swallows blues
Stares off in the night sky
You ask me what's he do?
So for, so for, so forget the viola
So for, so for, so forget the cello
So for, so for, so forget the violin
He's up, he's up, he's up there
Layin' low
Credits
Writer(s): Jimmy Lavalle, Mark Kozelek
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