Music

Little Brother

drumkit - gerald dowd
bass guitar - john abbey
keyboard - chris neville
electric guitar and vocal - robbie fulks
electric guitar - grant tye
backing vocals - k.c. mcdonough, anna fermin, mike fredrickson
trumpet - b.j. cord
trombone - raphael crawford
sax - nate lepine

Chris Miller's memoir, in which he goes away to Dartmouth and leaves his brother Wilson in the care of madmen a/k/a "the family," inspired this little story. There are a couple embedded references to the world of Miller, like Roslyn, and the dumb "hand" pun. The middle section is a fantasy guitar-hero section; I tried to put wild applause in it as well, but it didn't read right over the noise of the guitar and other instruments. That would have made it funnier, yes? Of course this song is sad as well.

Lyrics

The date was a letdown
My spirit was low
Back at the ranch, it’s Dad again
Getting his drink on in the den
Top of the staircase
Your place and mine
The sweet smell of evil in the air
You better have some left to share

CHORUS:
And if we ever do get out of
This godforsaken summer
Then to each other we will no longer be bound
Bye-bye, little brother
Till then, little brother
See you, little brother
Around

The grim Sunday pot roast
With thanks unto God
And Grandmother wandering through the yard
Picking up messages from Mars
I grant you these Hustlers
And the love in my heart
Now if I don't Roslyn while I can
I could die by my own hand

CHORUS:
And though the roads ahead divide us
Every one leads off the Island
Only take a look inside and I’ll be there
Bye-bye, little brother
Stay well, little brother
See you, little brother
Somewhere

And the bars won’t let you in
And the girls won’t let you in
And you’re stuck in your own skin
Well I say, goddamn, it’s time to rock and roll!

Guitar Chords/Tab

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