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At Birth
04:24
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On the eve of your conception
your mother stood up on the roof.
Crying out her eyes she screamed,
"Give me death or give me truth."
Your father was a calm man,
he talked her down from where she stood.
Its funny how the truth gives way
when someone loves you like they should.
He said "You can jump or stay.
The decisions yours to make.
Either way I'll see you way down at the bottom.
You were born in New York City,
where tops of buildings kiss the sky.
They took you from your mother
and told your father she'd surely die.
And he tried to keep his composure,
he never shed a single tear.
Bent down to kiss your mother
and whispered calmly in her ear
"You can go or stay.
The decisions yours to make.
Either way I'll see you way down at the bottom."
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2. |
Bad Blood
02:51
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On the verge of making progress
piss drunk on the bathroom floor
I proclaimed my indifference,
of what's to come and what was before.
Now a weatherman is standing at my door,
he beckons for me to come and see.
Says, "Winter's come early
I hope that you're ready."
Cause a big rain is coming
and it'll make mud of all the things you love.
Ya a big rain is coming
and it'll clean your veins of all that bad blood.
So on that night we made a promise,
from 'neathe the whiskey hung on our breathe,
a brother's pact made between us
to not go chasing for our deaths.
But now that storm is blowing down my door
and brother I'm so scared to go and see.
Another winter's come early
god knows I'm not ready.
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3. |
Roadsick Blues (In E)
02:23
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4. |
Hard To Love
03:43
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If this filthy mouth of mine don't fail,
I'm gonna bag me some freedom
from this cold dark hell.
I've been scared to death of that which i can not sell.
its my love and living will.
So the wind can blow through the canyon cracks.
Go howling through the hills
and end at my back.
So long as it takes me home to the promise land.
Where it feels like having the upper hand again.
You know its hard to love you
Cause you run away.
You can't stay in one place.
You gotta wander to break those chains.
I've been thinking of crossing state lines,
and finally making something
of this thing you call life.
Take the rubber to the road on that dusty turnpikes.
I'm rollin through the fields 'neath that rust red sky, again.
Now I'm heading down to Texas.
or way over to New Orleans.
Head north up to Boston.
or New York City.
I could leave all these things, and finally find peace.
Cause its hard to love you.
Cause you run away.
You can't stay in one place.
You gotta wander to break those chains.
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5. |
Heaven Help Me
03:36
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Looks like the sun came out
and dried up all the rain
I can hear that steaming train
headed for LA.
I wish they'd tear it down,
rid the air of the traffic fumes,
let the sunlight fill my room
and go back to bed.
But you said its for the best
as you were climbing up the walls.
Said this city's got me by the balls,
so who am I to judge?
But in my dreams I'm on an island
the water's rising, I'm surrounded from coast to coast.
But heaven help me I can fight it.
Thats the thing to dying, you gotta come out swinging.
That way they'll never see it coming.
And there's no water in this desert
where my family makes their home.
Reserves are dry down to the bone,
and its hot as hell.
And I'm reminded why I left it
and took my burden to the North,
and put them back into the earth
where they belong.
But in my dreams I'm on an island
the water's rising, I'm surrounded from coast to coast.
But heaven help me I can fight it.
God knows I'm tryin. I'm gonna come out swinging.
That way they'll never see it coming.
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6. |
Nobody Listens To Me
06:25
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I think the cold's been getting to me.
Its been getting harder to sleep through the night.
And no body listens to me when I speak ,when I speak, when I speak.
So I'll do my best to be descreet when I leave, when I leave, when I leave.
But if you're coming would you please let me know,
I could sure use a friend.
And when you call me could you please make it clear,
you know its hard for me to understand
much of what you say.
I'm tired of the same damn scene.
This place has drown all of my dreams of success.
It plays my failures back to me on repeat, on repeat, on repeat.
Still no body listens to me when I weep, when I weep, when I weep.
But the irony just makes me sick,
when it comes down to it,
I'm still angry at the maker I
firmly deny exists.
My resolve is caving in.
So forgive me if I act obscene.
These days its getting harder to breathe in the air.
At least its clear enough to see in the streets, in the streets, in the streets,
So I summon all my strength to breathe and I sing, and I sing, and I sing.
I'm narcissistic, I'm a liar
and admittedly a hypocrite.
But at least I've learned to recognize
the smell of my own bullshit.
Thats more than you can say for yourself.
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7. |
Who Shot Joe?
04:08
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I want a place to call my own,
its been a long time coming.
But where do I belong?
Cause lately I've been wondering
How I got where I am today,
and how did I let my life get away?
So choose your poison and draw your gun
and I'll be the victim.
You can bury my body when you're done
and if the others get suspicious
find your out and slip away.
and fuck what all those other people say.
They would have done it too for you.
You know they would have done the same,
its true.
Mama says loves an old, worn book
"Crack the spine and take a look."
I opened it once but the pages stuck
and the plot quickly thickened
in print I could hardly recognize.
and all that squinting hurt my eyes.
But at worst I guess I'm not content
unless I'm racing towards my death.
You pulled the trigger and off it went,
you know I never felt a thing girl.
But now all the people want to know
Who in the world could have shot Joe?
They would have done it too for you.
You know they would have done the same its true.
Instead they pin all the blame on you.
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Joe Brook and Friends Denver, Colorado
Joe Brook and Friends is a collaboration of Joe Brook and a close knit group of friends who have essentially been creating music together since 2001.
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