Brothers

Brothers

BandJazzSinger/Songwriter

We are a diverse group of musicians steeped in many musical traditions.

Biography

Harlan Brothers grew up on the upper west side of New York City. Raised on classic Rock ‘n Roll, he was exposed to symphonic music, opera, and show music at an early age. Harlan was introduced to world music as a teenager while traveling and performing in Senegal.

He began writing music while attending the Berklee College of Music and quickly fell in love with Bossa Nova. He left Berklee to study with jazz guitarist Jimmy Ponder and later took lessons with Jack Wilkins, Peter Leitch, and Joshua Breakstone. For 6 years, Harlan performed and recorded with Sonido, the 12-piece Latin jazz & salsa group he co-founded with conguero Jeff Albert. He also performed with the 6-piece Latin combo, Dulcerito and recorded with the Silas Meredith Band.

In recent years, Harlan has turned his attention to composition, arranging, and songwriting. He writes in many styles including mainstream jazz, classical, rock, pop, dance, and world music.

Lyrics

Wanderlust

Written By: Harlan J. Brothers

Sundown
Underground
Dreams hold sway

Like quicksand
Distant lands
Can whisk your heart away

Gamelan bells ring
Where ancient Salsal towered
Oh would that I could
Softly sit where he stood

Gossamer lights do their dance
Through northern nights
Above a frozen sea
I’ll go where they can do
Their dance
For me

Snowflakes
Morning breaks
Thoughts won’t stay

Like gold dust
Wanderlust
Can whisk a soul away

Kilimanjaro and
Krakatoa rise so
Alone, so sky high
Peak to peak just clouds fly

Sailing to Bali or Bora Bora
Seems like there is
So much more
Around the great wide world
For me
To see

(Instrumental)

Roaming on foot
Through the ancient steppes I’ll wander
With Scythians riding
The Sun King rising

Will I fly down to Rio or
Angkor Wat? I know not
If the Marianas
Or the Mirtoon Sea
Might call
To me

Secret Song

Written By: Harlan J. Brothers

That distant spot
Where the dreamer’s wont to gaze
That shot in the dark
In a giant empty space
A trusting step, a leap of faith

Just land on the tip of the top
And teeter though you may
The point is just to point the way

We’ll go
We’ll follow, we’ll lead
We’ll dance along the way
Two steps at a time

A secret song, a silent verse
The words are hard to find
Its twisting, turning melody
Winds the wheels of time

A trip, a trap
A treat for all to see
The bull in the shop
A ship up in a tree
A marble floats across a starry sea

So land on the edge of the ledge
And stumble though you may
The waxing moon can point the way

We’ll go
We’ll go extra slow
And then we’ll zoom away
Humming along to a

A secret song, a long lost verse
The words are hard to find
Its twisting, turning melody
Winds the wheels of time

Agosto no Rio

Written By: Harlan J. Brothers

She walks alone
In a crowded port by the sea
Shopping for a gift for me

Across the bay
A steeple bell starts to sway
It chimes three times to mark midday

She hears, she turns
She moves with grace
So clear for all to see

Ebbing, flowing
There’s no way of knowing
Which direction
This crazy love is going

She turns around
Heads back through town
Humming quietly
What has she gotten for me?

The moon arises
Lapa comes alive
A sea of souls and samba floods the night

Against the tide
We work our way inside
To drink and dance and hold each other tight

She bends, she turns
She moves with grace
So clear for all to see

Ebbing, flowing
There’s no way of knowing
Which direction
This crazy love is going

Teresa’s heights
Mountain lights
Silent, flickering
She whispers delicately
The present is waiting for me

Not The Same

Written By: Harlan J Brothers

Jump down, run around
It’s a happy game
But it’s not my way

Heave ho, gotta go
Time to turn the page
I’d rather stay

I start to feel the tension
At the mention of yet another golden way
So how ‘bout an exemption from redemption
We’ll dance on feet of clay.

Great song to sing-along
It’s a big hit tune
Fills me with gloom

Big news, interviews
Gotta just hang-tight
Somethin’ ain’t right

I start to feel the tension
At the mention of yet another guarantee
How ‘bout we drop the blinders, no reminders
See what we can see

(Guitar solo)

See spot, he’s knows a lot
Even knows his name
I’m not the same

Grand plans, the promised land
The price of fame
Drives me insane

I start to feel the tension
At the mention of yet another remedy
No doubt, I wanna tune out, clean the room out,
And we’ll be on our way
On our way

Part Three

Written By: Harlan J. Brothers

(Instrumental)